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

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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

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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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f- ml lET FREEDOM RING Oh, how I detest History, was my lament on my way home from teacher expect me to remember all it says about the election of a presi- chool. To think that I have to study the Constitution! How does the Quin, 355-YR -rf' I 0 dent in the constitution? Who cares, anyway? So a new president is elected, so he is! Then as I stumbled through the door and into the hall I thought, Oh, well, there's no use complaining. The warmth of the house was comforting on this cold January day, and I soon became reconciled to doing my homework. I went into my room and sat on the couch. I'd just as well make my- self comfortable, because I always fall asleep over this boring history. Let's see now, page 826, article two, section one. Oh! for goodness sake, I'm so sleepy. lYawn.l 'The executive power vested in the President of the United States shall hold office, during term of four years together with Vice President, chosen for the same term, be elected as follows.' IYawnl. l'll iust take notes, I guess. 'Electors meet in states, vote, person getting greatest number of electoral votes is president. President is com- mander in chief of army and navy and militia of United States, President can make treaties'. . .......... zzzzzz. ik ll! PI! ili III I don't know what I'm doing here, but I'm here. Why, hello little girl, what's your name? The child looked at me as if I were crazy, and shouted at me: Long live Stephanus! Wow! Where am I? I yelled back at her. She only looked at me dis- gustedly and walked away. Here comes a woman, maybe she'll act sensible, I said to myself. As she approached I ran in front of her, blocking her path and grinned at her, saying, How are you, madam, where am I? My name is Adele, and yours? Glad to meet you. She too gazed at my physiognomy as if she expected to be struck dead by it, but she told me her name was Vilia and that I was in Panslavia. Afraid of her walking off and leaving me stranded in this strange place, I babbled on. What's that button you've got on your coat? Is this your election season? Not so long ago we had elections over in the United States. Boy! was it exciting! I'm c Democrat, what are you? Me? she said fearfully. I have applied for membership in the Party-. There's only one party here . . . Please, she pleaded, don't let anyone know what you've just told me, or you'll be arrested . . . She looked around like a frightened child, and then whispered, Quick, come with me, that guard over there will suspect me if he sees us together, and I don't want to goto iail. She took my hand and started to run . . . I stumbled along clumsily behind, for I was terribly confused. The guard shouted Halt! and raced in pursuit . . . I was frightened almost to death-. He was at my heels! Oh! I gasped as he grabbed at the back of my neck. . . . .At that moment I awoke, to find that I had lost my place. Gazing up at me was the title page of my history book: Let Freedom Ring ! ADELE CARRINGTON, 8