James J Reynolds Junior High School - Beacon Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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My great great grandmother, Leah, became the town heroine one unforgettable day. Sadie Spinz, the town gossip, whose title and career were the same, had a very iuicy lie she'd made up about great great grandmother. After three people knew it, Sadie went to find someone else to repeat it to. Then, down the dirt road of that little Austrian town came Joyce Lowe. Hello, Joyce! called Sadie. Uh oh, thought Joyce. Here comes the gos- sip. l wonder which respectable person she'Il talk about this time. Dear, Sadie began, You'lI never guess who l saw drunk. Leah. And she was with . . . Oops, some lady. Sadie told the worst story of her life, though she considered it the best. As she THE CRY was speaking, great great grandmother came by, and, hearing the gossip, scooped up something from the road. lt was dirt mixed with fertilizer, and she crammed it into Sadie's mouth. Several witnesses, Joyce included, applauded loudly. That evening great great grandmother had a visitor. Who is it? she asked. After the man had replied, she let him in. ls it true, he demanded, what the neighbors say? Did you put dirt in my wife's mouth? Great great grandmother drew herself up with a deep breath. Yes, Mr. Spinz. Well, thank you Leah. l don't think anyone will ever hear her nasty tales again. And that's how great great grandmother did her town a great great service. by Rochelle Brown, 8HC A lonely cry fills the air as night approaches. It is the mourn of the homeless, the helpless. the frienclless. The tender heart glistens with tears, the stone heart mutters in disgust, and the aloof heart remains indifferent. But through the vespers, it ceaselessly continues. It is the cry for help, it is the cry for hope, it is the cry for kindness. It is the cry for love. by Debbie Bloomberg, 9-3

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WHAT IS A PERSON? What is a person? Absolutely nothing - Unless combined with another. For a person can never be one, He must always be two. Cnly when combined does he feel safe, ' secure, wanted. A person is never real, For you cannot lfnow him for himself. He must always be tied with another. And when pulled away from the other, He crawls back into his shell and remains withdrawn by Debbie Bloomberg, Rita Deutsch 37 l