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

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.Sjoirif 0 .Abe He was a tall, lean, lanlgf gigi- Children would gather as he passed by, Friends would shout greetings, in their hearts a song, Such was the feeling when Abe came along. Shoulders erect, head up high, Lips parted in smile, qes blue as the sky,- A nod if the heaag a greeting motion with arm- With Abe as our leader, there could come no harm. What would I do I lived in his day? As he passed me Qi, what would I say? U I smiled at him, what would he do? Ah! but fy' course, he'd smile back too! JOANNE NELSON, 5 mccginarg Weefing johnny Appleseed was a nice old chap.' Ibu never saw him without his pot fir a cap! johnny traveled the U.S. far and wide With a coonskin bag tucked in at his side. His wagon was junk-heaped yet neat in a way, He worked all day without any pay, One brzght sunshiny day in December, He met a man he couldn't remember: 'fj0hn, may I borrow your axe pr a while? He said it grujly, yet with a smileg 'Mx name is Paul Bunyang I cut down trees! johnny stared at him, then ill to his knees. JJ 'fWhat did you say? You cut down trees? That's as bad as dgiing the seas! U What do you mean? said Paul with a fowng I cut down trees to build up towns. johnny turned quiekbz, with his axe walked away, He mumbled and grumbled about it all day: What does he mean? He cuts down trees,' Afer I plant them all day on my knees, This giant mzghtjust as well tell me to cease The trees I plant and love so much, He comes right Mer to cut in a rush! Trees are so lovebg they live without Fan' Their jragrance so sweet makes balmy the air! CURTIS COACHMAN, 5

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S+aYlH c,'f+fl.g TOWARD THESE SHORES As l think back about two or three years ago, in my mind appears a medium-sized former American warship, the Gen. Taylor, rededicated to the good service of bringing European refugees toward these shores. It is the eleventh day of the iourney, and a curious thirteen-year-old girl is awaiting the arrival. She wanted to stay up on deck through the night, for she feared she would miss something very great, if she were not on hand to glimpse the first view of this strange, unknown land. But she was sent down to the cabin by her parents. Now she is lying still, with open eyes and ears, listening to the even rocking of the ship. What is America like? The question seems not only to rest on her mind, but to occupy the whole stateroom. She must discover the answer. Quietly she dresses and steals out of the cabin. She runs up the steep narrow iron stairs, opens the door to the deck, and-stops . . . She cannot move, for there it is: ln the grey darkness she sees a huge fortress with silhouetted towers and terraces. The magic illusion is clarified by thousands of lights which become visible as the ship approaches the harbor and the fort or castle of her imagination dissolves into the peaceful skyscrapers of the metropolis, which is New York. Well, how do you like our city? inquires a white-clad ship's cook as he gives me a broad smile. Then, noticing the astonished look on my face, he thinks l do not understand English, smiles once more, and goes below. ALLA MAIKOWSKY, 8

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I 'X ,M ,. f .sg ,I .I ir THANK BELL Sue has iust rushed in from school. Her books she throws casually on the bed. Where is everybody? she wonders as she heads for the refrigerator. Ah, this ham really looks good! And it tastes better even than it did last night. Oh, a fresh cake! Mom sure is an angel. Now, let me see . . . Do I have everything? Where's the box of chocolates Bob brought me? Here it is . . . She heads for that heavenly invention of Mr. Bell. A few circles of the finger, a moment of ringing and her best pal is on the telephone, prepared for their daily rite of communication. The two converse for two hours to catch up on the minutes lost yesterday, when Sue's father insisted she hang up. Intermission brings another raid on the refrigerator . . . Why, surely there was a chicken leg! She had probably eaten it first of all . . . Well, l'll make the best of the left-over salad and the sandwich meat . . . But how about some more candy? Some is found in Sis's drawer of the desk . . . She also discovers Betty's new secret-and how handsome he is! lt's a new line of conversation as well, so back to the telephone. Two and a half hours later Sue is busily saying good-bye because her father is opening the front door. He asks how everything was at school. Everything was fine. He asks what she's been doing all afternoon. She says, Nothing much. I was think- ing what ci wonderful invention the telephone is. What do you mean? asks her father. Mary Ann and I can't say two words without quarreling when we're together, but over the 'phone we talk for hours without a disagreement. Father smiles. Certainly the telephone is a wonderful invention, but the pay en- velope is better. With it I can pay those wonderful telephone bilIs. BERNICE CARTER, 5 PET TALK I am ten years old. I have lived with my masters all that time. My name is Boo-Boo. It may sound silly to you, but I like it. My fur is black and grey. I am respected in the household for my ability to catch mice. At night when everything's quiet I'm in the kitchen prowling around. Just the other night I stepped into the cabinet where the pots and pans are kept, and got shut up there until one of the masters heard my mews. I love to prowl for food too. lt's not that I don't get enough to eat, but the scent of fish frying tempts me even to cross the yard. So Friday is Sunday to me: I get all the fish-heads. The only time my masters annoy me is when they shoo me off the chair or desk or wherever I'm taking a snooze. My only playmate is Shep the dog: I like to tease the old slow-poke. He thinks I'm a spoiled cat. What do you think? GERALDINE MORGAN, 5 Q5 fail 5 , I S