Joel Braverman High School - Summit Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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.1 1 ... M,- SUMMIT ' Our philosophy here at the Summit has been that no problem is so big or so complex that it can't be run away from. Well, we're tired of running, so tired that we plan on returning those stolen sneakers to the lost and found. While running, we encountered themes, roaches, now you see them, now you don't color negatives, man-eating fil- ing cabinets, overpriced Sicilian pizza, and temperament- al, stubborn editors. Our first major obstacle was the ever elusive yearbook theme. We thought: What is a theme? Is it bigger than a multiple? Does it exist? After consulting a dreamer, brib- ing an optimist, but finally listening to a pessimist, we hired Pultusker. This only gave us more of an incentive to keep on running, leaving behind any trace of a theme. Who could have known that in Pultusker, we were creating a monster who devoured symmetrical and logical layouts and regurgitated them into bizarre designs and shapes, each more puzzling than the next iAfter all, what did we know? We were new at the jobl, Even more puzzling to us was our filing cabinet which bears a strong resemblance to the Bermuda Triangle fWhere have all the color negatives Susan 84 R honda f 'A 1 s X. M . gone?l. We were tired. Searching for some excitement, we came upon some bathing beauties and a things divider. Unfortunately, United Feature Syndicate and Rabbi Heim- owitz did much to stifle our creativity fDoes Charles Schultz know about this? Get me my lawyerll. But we kept on jogging through the land of picas and points and croppers and stampers and registered gothic KNO, we didn't convert.l. Realizing that some of us live on the other side of the universe, Michael tried to compromise our littIe cook in the darkroom. Repenting for his sins, Mikie decided to help Elliot write the Gemmorah which only added to the severity of his sins. Credit must be given to Art and Paul for their copy and U. of P., John Hopkins, and Lafayette '72. We also had friends who had much to offer: Paul and Philip--their wit, Lewis and Stuie--their skills, Susan--her dart board which mysteriously disappeared in Belle Harbor, Bassie-- her candid opinions, Barbara and Victor--their money, Rhonda--her time, Doug--an abundance of patience and the keys to the darkroom, and Ruthy--her entire house. Then, P left a copy of the morning news on our doorstep with the headline: TRUMAN DROPS SUMMIT ON NAGASAKI. We came to an abrupt halt. Good night Shari. Good night Stevie. sim .f-if T' Elliot

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A FABLE Once upon a time, there was a forest in the land of B ---- that blossomed every spring into a beautiful woodland of delicate and aromatic flowers and trees. In this forest, there was a tall, masculine oak tree with long, muscular limbs. He had a voluminous head of green leaves, which were very beneficial to his carrying out the life-sustaining process of photosynthesis. His bark was just the right thickness, contained very sensual transverse lines, and was an attractive shade of brown. This oak was truly an Adonis leven the pali- sade layer of his leaves was perfectll. Planted a few feet away from him was a dainty willow tree. She too was very attrac- tive, especially in the spring when her flowers were flourishing. She became enamored of the oak tree, and devised a scheme to attract his attention. When a gentle wind blew, she would gracefully sway in his direction, and extend her branches so that he could inhale the enchanting aroma of her flowers. Her strategy was a coup de maitre. The oak tree fell in love with her, and became desirous of her shapely trunk. They would wistfully stare at each other from afar, while the robins flew back and forth exchanging the trees' vows of unceasing devotion to each other. The news of their relationship spread quickly through the forest. The birds chirped about it, and the flowers whispered to each other about this strange affair, and rumors of marriage were circulated, until the news eventually reached the mayor of the forest. The mayor became enraged, uprooted himself, and stomped over to the willow tree and her courter. He ordered them to stop their foolish flirtation, but they refused to listen. In re- taliation, the mayor extirpated the willow tree and replanted her at the other end of the forest so that she would never be able to see her lover again. The mayor was opposed to cross-pollination, and had decided that separation was the most logical solution to the problem. Time passed rather slowly, as it seems to do for trees, and the oak and the willow continued to pine for each other. They refused to associate with the other trees of their species or to accept robins into their boughs to deliver messages and any stray breeze passing through them took on a sad moan. Now this self-imposed isolation angered the other trees Cwho were fascinated by the sound of their own voices and were insulted to find that someone else was notl. So it was that the mayor proposed a plan: namely that each of the two trees be told that the other had been felled by the local woodcutter--it being hoped that this would cause them to forget about each other. The plan was unanimously approved Ceven by the parents of the two would-be lovers who said that after all, it was for their own goodl. And the two swiftest, most cunning, and most persistant robins were dispatched to deliver the bad VIEWS . The oak and the willow tree were sapped of their zest for life after hearing the mortify- ing news about the fate of the other. They could no longer endure living in this forest where traces of their beloveds lingered on, and in their utmost despondency, the two inconsolable trees slit their ro-ots. A few days later, the woodcutter entered the forest and was startled by the sight of the two dead trees. He hypothesized that their death was caused by dis- ease, and hastened to chop down all the remaining trees before the entire forest would be- come infected. S Sharon Frommer 125

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Eds-in-chief: Shari Roth, Steven Harris Assoc, Ed: M. Berkowitz, Esq. Assist, Eds: Elliot Schachner, Ruthy Greenberg Photography: Lewis Rosenthal, S. Waldstreicher Managing Ed: Susan Brown Dummy Ed: Rhonda Sexer Humor Eds: Paul Davidson, Philip Dolinsky Bus. Managers: Barbara Dwek, Victor Grazi Staff: Chavie Bellin, Phillip Fried, Adam Garden, Josh Gindea, Rebecca Gold, Lisa Goldman, Ricky Kligman, Mindy Kofman, Debbie Lerner, Lenny Magid, Beth Maizes, Jack Mann, Amy Myers, Steven Nachman, Yo Rackman, Lisa Rosen, Rebecca Sternlicht, Joey Tawil, Florence Weintraub, Liz Weiss, and Leorah Zinberg. is