James Monroe High School - Monrovian Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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THE SENIOR BOOK Qnrnefia illllnihnh CCM-J know anything about etiquette? Why, you'll have to wear a l'tux, black tie, and everything! That was how Dave realized he' dhave to have at least fifteen dollars safely tucked away in his jeans before he set out for the Prom. How could he possibly come on this small fortune? He had had a bank account- reminder of his thirteenth birthday. But he had spent all the money on a bicycle. What could he 'do now? Work? For a while, he resigned himself to that thought. He had almost decided to work-even delivering papers for the Bronx Home News was enough?-until he remembered he was a Senior. His being a Senior changed everything. He had a certain dignity, a haughty overpowering pride. No! He couldn't and he wouldn't work. Once, relentf lessly casting aside his haughty pride in the face of necessity, he managed to earn four dollars commission for the ads he had solicited for the Senior Book. After a time, this source of income failed. All the space for ads was sold. Then Dave thought of picturing his dilemma, writing an essay on it, and sending his masterpiece to the Mercury-he had heard that name somewhere. That would gain him a tidy sum. He thought better of the matter. He wouldn't do it. It was so hard, it took so long, and suppose it were rejected after all the time he'd spent on it? So Dave had earned only enough to enable him to hire a tux for one night. And, as yet, he didn't know how to dance. Dave was in a bad fix. Came the night of the Senior Prom. Dave was there in all his glory, a huge success. He was in the center of everything. He found out, after the Prom, that he was in debt to the extend of only fifteen cents. He had determined to have a great time at the Senior Prom, and so he had. He didn't dance, yet everybody spoke to him and joked with him. He was an important being, for once popular. Wise old Dave! Foresight is what counts. Looking forward to such an occasion, Dave had fortihed himself against it. He had gotten on the Prom Committee, and, at th elast moment had had himself appointed door' keeper. He had taken no girl with him, nor was he upbraided for this unseemly conduct. For the conventions 'did not deem it imperative that he, busy man that he was, take a girl along. Dave Qunlike the great majorityj was genuinely carefree through the evening. And what pl-eased him most of all was the fact that he had sixtyffive cents with him-just enough to get to that little place on Grand Street and back again to his home in the Bronx. LEO RUBEN STEIN Senior Class-Twenty-nine

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lAMES MONRCDE HIGH SCHOOL iinrnvfa illllrthnh HAT Dave Horner had been always interested in observing in people was a matter of common knowledge. He used to Q3 wander about aimlessly, looking in cheery store windows, bl. sitting in parks, watching youngsters playing. These were li his main amuscments. These, and talking with unusual .E L-'SD 5 people. As Dave grew older, he read more and saw more. He still was fond of rubbing shoulders with the world. He liked to imagine himself already out inthe world, started on a career. In his reveries, Dave would have forgotten the social world, had he ever known one existed. He hardly ever went out, he could not play bridge, and, most horrible of all, he couldn't dance. One would have thought his doom was sealed. Since his Hrst days as a Senior, Dave looked forward-with trepidation- to the imminent Senior Prom. He had planned how to spend that memorable night. He wouldn't stay home. No! Who'd do that? He would attend the Prom. He'd take along some girl he was acquainted with, a girl who wasn't hard to look at, who could speak sensibly, and who would mind if she didn't dan:e. They would talk-that was the right way to enjoy one's self. Timorously Dave approached a girl he had known for three years. He was frank with her. Listen, Kid, he said, I've hardly got any money. I guess I'll have to take you 'down to the Pennsylvania on the subway. We'll have some fun. And after the Prom, I'll take you for a meal. I know a nice little place on Grand Street, and it takes only twenty minutes to get there via the Second Avenue EL. What do you say? The girl, without answering a word, executed a right aboutfface and left him .... He couldn't understand it. And he had thought that she liked him a little-understood him. Well, perhaps all women were like that-Dave didn't know. Finally it dawned on him that he'd been all wrong. He had discussed the matter with one of his friends. The friend, the manfoffthefworld type we all meet, explained the formalities to Dave. You've got to take your girl in a taxi. Wlio ever heard of a sleeveless gown in the subway? Don't you Senior Class-Tzt'enty-eight

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JAMES MONROE HIGH SCHOOL Earn I I woke to look upon at face Silent, white and cold, Oh, friend, the agony I felt Can never half be told. We'd lived together hut a year, Too soon, it seemed to me? Those gentle hands outstretched and still, That toiled so hard for me. A My waking thoughts had been of one Who now to sleep had dropped- ' 'Twas hard to realize,.oh friend, Senior Class-Thirty My Ingersoll had stopped, K . RUTH WEINERMAN