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

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X, 1 'X o . I 2 . I g,.!s..J LAND o' LIGHTS 212' -z 'L WW ls T Where can we go so that each one of us can be entertained? asked the President of the Club-Around-the-Corner. They all thought silently fora moment and then one of the younger members exclaimed: Let's go to Coney Island, where there's excitement, laughter, - even stomach-aches! You'll find everything: roller coasters, freak shows, - besides sea-bathing, of course. You've convinced us, replied the President, laughingly. Let's go! So off they went, with a million other Americans of assorted ages, all hoping it wouldn't rain, expecting to get pushed around, and hoping to reach home eventually, sate and sound. First of all, the Club-Around-the- Corner listened to the sound of the water as it crashed against the shore when the waves rolled in. Then they ioined the laughing voices of children playing in the golden sand. Dressed once again for promenading, they strolled up the boardwalk, stopping at the shooting gallery to test their aim, bumping into each other in electric scooters, and trying out their strength with mallet and bell. They enjoyed each barker's spiel before deciding on the shows to see, and re- hearsed the fun on the train homeward bound: They had eaten hot-dogs, cotton-candy, watermelon slices, corn-on-the-cob, hamburgers, french fries, pizza and knishes, washed down with root beer, assorted sodas, and soft drinks, yet so far not a single stomach-ache had developed! NANCY MCKNIGHT, 5 4 QL p Q 49533 i D S NY X QS I llunll x 2!J' J 43 uf Q - if 1-' l N fb 'o..:: a ' , . . - Sf 'zz' Q 1 mltlli .':.:f..f 'uf

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DEMDCRACY OF SPORT Here in America we're very fortunate, we have a sport that's known as baseball. I can root for any team I want, be the team in first or last place. Though I'm not on the field, as a rooter I have an active part in helping my team win. A crowd of cheering people can give a team all the help in the world, with of course their knowledge of base- ball. To have crowds of people all around me, not separated or segregated, is truly American. To meet and shake hands with the players is truly thrilling. Then when I leave the ball park, I hear people saying what a great game it was, even if their team lost. I think that that certainly proves baseball is a sporting event. Maybe I'Il buy another hot dog on the way out. And l'II give one last boo. to the other team. At the park it's always crowded, but I won't mincl if the lady ahead of me steps on my foot, or even if her small daughter pushes me while taking her hand. If I'm lucky, I can pat my cousin on the back and say, Better luck next time, with a big wide grin on my face. But then, maybe my team won't win, and as usual l'II vow never to come to the ball park again,-in fact, I'II go so far as to threaten never to listen to the game on the radio. But on Satur- day, where clo you think I am? You guessed right: -having the time of my life at the ball-park, hooting and hollering louder than ever. an glyfil .I , Q 2, K I 'll 1' I 4' 4 'iff-Q . , la -I ' -3 1' . ' 9 ' .qg s . f I .f 'J' A- Qlniss. -. GWENDOLYN MCARTHUR, 5 1 0 t ,252 I -9- - A X? 'QZTC-7 ' if if-'ml X QAM U22 I Q f II 4'W4'i! klilffwixf W .gfliq g is 2 . 2 W1 vera., C-

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N Keep Subw Clean DSJJ I J .. CQJ :V o O K ' ua W Nl eg: sf, cp 1 li OUR SUBWAYS Hey! Get off my foot! This man keeps hitting me with his newspaper! These cries may be heard on our wonderful New York trains during that typically American rush hour, the most hectic of the day, when almost anything can happen. One lovely June day, Mary Jane and her father were headed for the subway, Mr. Avery hoping, in vain, to make it before the crowded hour. Mary Jane took the opportunity while Daddy was getting change to wan- der away, as was her habit. Then as she found herself pushed along by the mass of humanity she looked around frantically. Seeing her father there ahead of her, she felt once more at ease. Soon the doors closed upon them, and she held on to a door handle at her eye level, between the cars. At the next stop the mob descended upon her again, this time sweeping Mary Jane to the platform. I don't want to get off! she shouted, and, as the door closed behind her, she heard Daddy's voice: Get on the next train, and wait for me at the next station. At first Mary Jane was inclined to feel angry with her father for hold- ing on to his newspaper better than her, then she decided she should have listened to Mommy's warning: Hold on to your father's hand, he's not used to taking a little girl to the office. Now she concentrated on follow- ing her father's parting directions. At the next station, she stepped out of the train as though from a moving dungeon. There was Daddy with open arms, ready to protect his little daughter from another frightening experience on our New York subways. LYDIA PEDROSA, 5 3 'X ff MQ ws H ' A . . .205 A 13 ,, .'I'Z'2':-a I o r vf off. Q 1 f 0 37,3 , O yeh? 08 902 0'0- ' - I O O Q 105o'0.Q.Qdi a:.:,4,4,o. 'o'o':': 2i L ' AOA!! , . - -fagozvzozx r o ' 0 .1.'.g.gZ' :Q 30 o 3:2 446' - .y 3.-to. : Vel- o Q c was 31.1.3 .394 .'1v:a'4 :Qs fi O4 Q' 1. 5.6 I - LI