Girls High School of Brooklyn - Blue and Gold Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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LVN Ik She sTood Thus, Tor some Time. Then she Turned To her car, her head lowered, and saT down in The TronT seaT. She leaned againsT The wheel, and racking sobs bursT TorTh. I-Ier voice came ouT choked. Am I dreaming? Am I Iiving in I968 or has This really happened? IT Bob dead? Will my quesTions ever be answered? I'm so Tired I can hardly Think. IT I could only resT awhile! CompIeTeIy exhausTed, she TeII inTo a Troubled sleep and dreamed, dreams oT The noT Too disTanT pasT. She dreamed OT IasT year aT her birThday parTy, The happy nighT when she TirsT became engaged To Bob. IT was The happiesT Time in her IiTe, and she had Told Bob ThaT she wished Time would sTand sTiII. How she wished iT had. And iusT a monTh ago she and Bob had been making plans Tor Their honeymoon. To Them iT was UTopia. The days were happy, every one oT Them. Why. only IasT week They had seen The plans Tor Their home, where They would live, rear children, enTerTain Triends, and, mosT oT aII, be happy. YesTerday she could hardly waiT un+iI she goT back To The ciTy. JUST an hour ago she was so happy, driving back To meeT Bob: insTead whaT did she see? Tama awoke quickly, Teeling Ionely and depressed. She TeIT as if she were burning. She Touched her Tace wiTh her hand, and TeIT weITs. She groped Tor her purse, and, pulling ouT her compacT, peered in The mirror aT her Tace. I-Ier voice Trembled as she said, This musT be The eTTecTs oT The radiaTion, This burning Teeling inside me Too. I only hope ThaT I can die quickly, noT slowly. She sTepped ouT oT her car, kneIT down, and prayed. There was silence all around excepT Tor The whispered words oT prayer. BuT soon even These were sTiIIed. I-Ier wish was granTed. EveryThing was siIenT. The sun began To seT on a world ThaT man himseIT had desTroyed by his own invenTion, The aTom bomb! Nine

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UNEXPECTED Can'T This care go any TasTer? Tama said To herselT, an irriTaTed Tone in her voice, pressing her TooT againsT The acceleraTor. l've goT To be in New York CiTy Tor my engagemenT wiTh Bob. This cerTainly has been an enjoyable weekend in The counTry, all alone in my cozy cabin nesTled deep in my mounTains. She began To hum a liTTle Tune, and her 'lace broke inTo a smile as she ThoughT abouT Bob, her Tiance. As her car swung around a hill, she came inTo Tull view of The bridge builT back in I959. lT sTood Tall and sTrong, so sTrong ThaT iT seemed as iT iT could resisT an aTom bomb. Tama's car drove' up To The Toll Taker's booTh, buT There wasn'T anyone inside. She looked around and suddenly became aware of silence. She crossed The bridge, a liTTle puzzled, and as she drove along iT, she looked up and cried in an asTonished voice, Why, where is The New York skyline? Then she laughed To herself, saying, l musT have made a wrong Turn somewhere and am on The wrong bridge. BuT as she came off The bridge, her smile Taded slowly as she noTiced ThaT There was noThing buT desTrucTion and dead silence around her. l-ler eyes narrowed, searching The scene abouT her. She drove her car as Tar as she could and sTepped ouT. Here and There, buildings smoldered, iron skeleTons of skyscrapers iuTTed inTo The sky, bodies oT children and oT people of all ages lay abouT her, TwisTed and burned beyond recogniTion. Tama nervously ran her hands along her cheek as she cried aloud in a nervous voice, Where's Bob? WhaT could have happened? Only an aT- No! No! l-ler voice rose To a Trenzy. Godl God! has man Tinally desTroyed himself? Wiped himselT from This earTh? Am I The only person alive? Oh God, no. l-ler Tace, over which a very lonely and bewildered look had come, was Turned up To heaven as if expecTing an answer. EighT

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QQ W' BABY SITTERT By Rosalie Gabriel, 6 T 'few-,49e 'DENTAL NOTE By Adeline rio,