John Adams High School - Clipper Yearbook (Ozone Park, NY)

Text from Pages 1 - 194 of the 1950 volume:

DEDICATION To the men who ily the planes. To the stewardesses who make the passengers comfortable. To the mechanics and the ground crew who keep the planes flying. And to all the executives, porters. customs men. clerks and supply men who help ,to make the International Airport at Idlewild one of the best. We proudly dedicate our midterm Clipper. MARILYN BANDIERO 4 -L- .. !.i f A s-ff' L+. t Q ,lif- 1 wii 'l First Place 194-9 fvx . ff . 4 f 1 . ,,iW31f'fNfX'Vt-aw.. - Illustration by John Little HIGH FLIGHT Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter silvered wings, Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds-and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of-wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hoviring there, live chased the shouting wind along and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air Up, up the long delirious burning blue Poe topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace, Where never lark, or even eagle, flewg And, while with silent, lifting mind Pve trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God. JOHN GILLISPIE MAGEE, JR., R.C.A.F. 1 - ,YY-Y 77,7 Sl1ip's Crew STAFF Editor-in-Chiel ........... - ..... - .... ,.- .... l ....... - .... - .......... -..Iacqueline Emmerman Associate Editor ..........................,.. ..-......m .... -.-- .... - ............. r ....... -......Marilyn Bandiero Composing Editor ............................. ,W ............ .... .... ...wlune Helbocl: Associate Composing Editor ........,.... ............ B arbara Campbell Business Manager .............. , .......... -.. ....................... Sara Weis LITERARY Marion Allweiss Gloria Cosgrove Ruth Blaut Ellen Kelly SERVICE AIDES A Carol Astrow Rella Eisendorf Margaret D'Antonio Rita Reinheimer Kenneth Dillon Ioan Scanlon TYPISTS Margaret Bryant Edna Pugh ' Mae Spiegel ART STAFF rl' in vivirrrr Marshall Richrrra Brelrlrrr 5 p 5? Frank Milby Normrrrr Brown gg: ,- Iohn Provenzano Otto Halvorsen Andrew schepis Barbara Heuer : Q Gerald Scotko Robert Iacob 5 11 Ei Eugene Thompson Alma Kelly Q Eff I Edward Wilkinson Iohn Little Wilbur Ballrnan E FACULTY ADVISERS Edward I. Clarke. Literary Robert Byme, Art JOHN ADAMS HIGH SCHOOL, OZONE PARK, NEW YORK NOVEMBER, 194-9 VOL. 10, NUMBER 1 WILLIAM A. CLARKE, Principal SHIP'S MANIFEST FICTION UNCHARTERED TEMPEST -...-.,,..- .......... -.-...,.....L....-.-, .,....m 6 AUTUMNNME- ............... I ............................... BAMIDBAR KIN THE DESERT, ., ........... FICKLE AGE ---.,.-..W..,...-...-n..-., ..... FINAL STEP .... ,.....-w.,.,...,.---.... DEAR GOD ........ ,.-...w..-.-..n.....-. LOST-ONE MO'I'HER .M .... UNDER THE PANCAKE ....................... CLAIRVOYANCE .mn ..... - .....,. --..... ...... -.... OF SCOTLAND'S BLUE STEEL HEAT WAVE -- ...... ,.-.-.- ............ W..-M-,.... MIKE ..... - ........... - .... - ................ - ..... , ................ IUST PLANE BI-MOTOR - ......... DARK CANYON ........... ...... m ...... NIGHTMARE - .... .M ...... N...-.. .............. FIRST ASSIGNMENT -...-..,..-..., BETTY COMES OF AGE .- ..... - .... 12 I4 17 ........,M 21 T. .... 26 27 28 ., ..... 30 .. ....... 34 35 37 39 TELEPHONE DAZE L,...,.. ....... - ....... - ....... - ....... -..m ........... , ,.... .- ..... 44 POETRY PRAYER ...M ....... -..-. ..,....M .... ---.,........ ..... L..- .... ,-..,..,.... .... -.....n...- .... - . ,...,,- 10 THE ARRIVAL - .......... ...- ....... - ....... - ....... -... 10 LIKE A PLANT - .......... ................. . - ..... ll FOREST PATH ............ ........ 3 8 THE REBEL -....m ........... ....... , 38 'I'HE DREAMER -...- ..... - ....... -.- .... -.- ............. -.. ..... 38 COLUMNS BELOW DECKS ............... W ............... - ...... -...m.- ........ - ...... ..... . - 8 CAMERA CORNER ..... - ..... ., ..... 16 I PIT N PODIUM ..,, ................. SAII.ING IN STYLE ............... .- ..... 19 29 GIRL SPORTS ,...,..- ......... 33 BOOKS ON BOARD ............ ...,.......................AA.,.,.,..... .,,,.., 3 6 CI-IIT CHAT ..--.- .... - .........,. ...... - ................ - ................ , ....... - ........ 4 2 FEATURES DEDICATION ...- ............ - W .... W, ............... - ..................... 1 ON THE BRIDGE ............ ..,..............................,....., ....... 4 GLEANIN GS ..... - ......... H CENTERSPREAD ..... - ....,.. STARDUST ..... - ...... ,,...- .......... . 24-25 41 FOREIGN CORNER ......... ...............................4......... - ..., - ........ 4 3 ARTICLES CONTACT - ...... W .... - ..........,............ ....... L .......... - ..... .. .... - ............... M ...... - .... ..... I . 5 THE COLLEGE LEVEL ............,. ,.- ...,....,. - .... - .......,.......,.. ........ 4 6 SPEAKING OF FLYING ............ 47 On The Bridge CARS MOVE slowly along Iamaica Avenue. Huge orange skeletons support- ing walls of grey stone. run north and south. for miles. along Van Wyck Expressway. The Intemational Airport has turned our section of Queens into a maze of detour signs and broken roadbeds. It is the largest and most mod- ern airport in the world. The very name International Airport, is an advertise- ment of its importance. We shall no doubt see it become the mecca of world trade. as well as an assembly hall for thousands of great personalities. It will give iobs to multitudes of men and women here in Queens. The airport will be a testing field for strengthening the bonds of friendship and understanding average American who will work or live around it. and the citiz reign nations. who will pass through its doors. The great expense and even the discomfort that was all a part of this difficult proiect will be repaid as the International Airport brings prosperity and greater public improvements to the people of Queens. ' JACQUELINE EMMERMAN Q- --- i- Illustration by Barbara Heller STICK BACK? Stick back. On and Off? On and off. Switch on? Switch on. Contact! The propellers whirl madly, as the roar of the engine brings the plane to life. Fading down the runway I rubberneck which is air talk for tak- ing a good look around, to make sure there's nothing in your way. As I start my take-off I push the throttle forward till my R.P.M.'s reach 2100. The plane speeds down the runway, while the earth seems to be pushed aside, as the small plane advances. My instructor then opens his eyes, unfolds his hands, lifts his head fit's been bowed prayer! and says Well done. After my first three hours, I was quite a pro, That was, until I pulled out of a dive, to discover I had only five hundred feet to go, before I earned my wings the hard way. That cured me and now I'm known as Cautious Kitty. The first time I went up I thought I'd be scared or sick, but as usual I was wrong. My pilot, Chuck Heissen- buttle, gave me the controls, and a reassuring calmness overtook me. I was in my own private heaven, when I awoke to orders such as Watch that left wing it's too low. Keep the nose level' with the horizon, and Where do you think you're going! On the last query I found myself pressing on the right rudder pedal and making a right turn. All this started when I joined the U.S.A.F. auxiliary, the Civil Air Patrol, which meets at Iarnaica High on Tues- day nights at 7:30 p.m. Here is the largest bunch of air happy boys and girls on Long Island. -5.1 --v 1:1 Y 2?leFi2':2'5'?'f -' Es Q fY'j5??5iEg32i5i- if s- N 5 552 E22 in 2 1, . , ii 2 Ffa. 155 li-is 'iQ'Ei ,gil iff 5 2 5? 5s,Jg: 5123-'Ef.,-2.55.55 5 7 Tu-v ? aw Illustration by Alma Kelly All want to fly and most of the boys end up in the air force, either as pilots or ground crew. Although some of them are disappointed about not being pilots, I always say that the best pilot is no better than his mechanic. Here in Squadron Y we ha the best instructors and o on the Atlantic Coast. My old ideas of flying are all gone and anyone, who has the idea that aviation is pilot, equal white silk scarf and glory should come to me. I'll tell them how it when after cleaning one plane Ed yons, owner and opera- tor of the field, gives you another to -clean, for a little more time in the air. This, lby the way, is the same Col. Lyons who helped organize the Pales- tinian Air Force. I hope to continue my flying and perhaps someday I will be fortunate enough to be among those, who will help to prepare young pilots, for the important part they will have to play, in this nation's future. I CONTACT CAROL SNEDEKER 5 Unchartered Tempest BARBARA CAMPBELL Illustration by Alexander Pruno IT WAS a cool crisp morning as I watched the planes coming into New York's biggest airport, Idlewild. The time was about six-thirty. when I don- ned my leather jacket and prepared myself for what was to be one of the strangest adventures I was ever to en- counter. Burt Wilder. my co-pilot. shouted to me over the roar of the plane's motor from the runway. Hey, Red. stop dreaming of that cozy bed back at the apartment and come a-running be- fore Iezy gets a bad case of enginnitus waiting for you to climb into that seat and start her rolling. I yelled back to Burt to stop worry- ing before he turned gray and quick- ened my pace. As I neared my co- pilot. the worry on his face became apparent to me. Trying to kid Burt into a better mood I began to tease him again. Hi, Handsome! What's causing the worried look in those baby blue eyes. may I ask? Lay off my eyes and take a good look at that mat of carrot-topped grass on your head, which you should ex- cuse the expression call hair? taunt- ed Burt. as he quickly became serious again and told me of our passenger. who turned out to be a number one candidate for the most nervous man on the Eastern Seaboard. When I climbed into the plane after Burt. I immediately became aware of 6 Ronald R. Cathemey. He instantly be- gan shouting at me. Knowing the temper that I had in- herited along with my red hair, Burt shoved me toward the cockpit and answered the nervous Ronald. Sorry for the delay. Mr. Cathemey, but Red had some business at the office. As Burt closed the cockpit door I could still hear Catherney grumbling. The runway was clear and we took off immediately. We had just about fin- ished the first half of our flight to Cali- fornia and the weather was perfect for flying. About twelve noon we stopped at Kansas City to gas up. While there. I stopped in to find out how the weath- er was ahead of us. Kane, the mete- orologist. informed me that there were clear skies all the way to Los Angeles: not a storm in view. It would be an easy trip. After staying around the field for about an hour. we again took off. We had been flying a few hours. when Iezy's engine started sputtering. I yelled to Burt, who was resting in the back to come up front. When he reached me he said, Don't look now Red, but is seems as if we have some ice on the wings. Man. I've never seen the weather change so fast. When was the last time you checked in for a weather report? , he asked me while he clasped on his headphones. About twenty minutes ago, I said as I turned on the speaker system which connected me with the passen- gers seats. Cathemey hook on your chute and lock your safety belt. Also . . . Listen here I.anders. came Cath- erney's voice interrupting me, what's the matter with this plane? If anything happens to me my company will sue you for every penny you have and furthermore . . . I couldn't take Catherney's chatter any longer so I shut off the speaker. The ice on the wings had gotten so heavy that Burt and I decided to try and shake it off the wings. Some of it slid off, but chunks began to stick. I dropped down a couple of hundred feet to try and get out of the bad weather we had struck. Burt was trying to call into flight control to get our bearings but the radio only an- swered us with static. Then. unex- pectedly the instrument panel went crazy and the plcme went into a dive. I could see the earth spinning and weaving up. up to meet us. The plane plunged nearer and nearer to the side of a mountain. which suddenly loomed up before us. I pulled back the stick with every ounce of strength in me and prayed as I never did before. The plane seemed to rear back and re- main stationary in the clouds for an age. Then it pulled up suddenly and barely scraped the peak of the moun- tain. It seemed almost miraculous but the moment we passed that peak the sky became clear again and Iezy's engine started to purr like a new born kitten. For a moment I almost believed that nothing at all had happened but the weak feeling that was rising from the bottom of my stomach and the beads of sweat on Burt's face told me that this was the closest he or I had ever come to shaking hands with Saint Peter. I pulled the switch to the speaker and heard Cathemey mocming. Why didn't I find out if they knew how to fly before I hired them? I'll pay them double if they get me to Los Angeles alive, he ended this last word with another groan. Burt smiled at me and said. ln an- other three hours I'm going to make that guy eat every word he said. The landing at Los Angeles was fairly smooth except for one prop that had frozen. When I climbed out of the plane. leaving Burt to deal with Cath- emey. I went to report the trouble we had developed. After reporting the nerve-racking tale to the fellow at weather conditions, he looked up at me and said. Who are you trying to kid. fellow. We haven't had any bad storms recorded here in the last three weeks. I grirmed at him and walked to the door, Well it might have been a gremlin but maybe you can explain. how three people saw the ice on they wings and how I came in with a frozen. prop. I shut the door and walked away reminding myself that I must thank God the next time I meet him for the little favor he did for me. , ' ,, .-- Illustration by Alexander Pruno 7 MARION ALLWEISS walked quickly into the room smiling with supressed excitement. On one of the front desks sat our editor Iacqueline Emmerman and one look at Marion's face prompt- ed her to ask. Well. what -did you write? A story. was the mild reply. She then sat down and looked around for the staff. Iay announced that Barbara Campbell was down in the Publica- tions Office and as for Ellen Kelly, we Below Decks MARILYN BANDIERO could hear her voice floating through the corridor. Iune Helbock. on her way to her eighth period class, stopped in the doorway long enough to say hello while Gloria declared that we should get down to business. Marion eagerly agreed. I agreed and Iay agreed. Still the others did not appear. Mr. Clarke came in. followed by Babs carrying a stack of biography cards she had to alphabetize. Sara offered to help her and they went to the back of the room. Ellen came in throwing a good-bye over her shoulder to someone who still remained anonymous. Mr. Clarke look- ed in her direction and made a short speech on the importance of punctual- ity. Ellen agreed and we all nodded. Marion stood up. Shall I read my story? The door opened and a girl who Carol was going to interview entered. Marion sat down and we all hurled questions at the young lady. while 8 Carol wrote down the answers to later work them into an essay. The young lady left. Marion rose. A teacher put his head in the door. Mr. Clarke, could I see you a min- ute? Of course. he turned to us. wait for me. I want to hear that story. We waited. After about ten or fif- teen minutes he returned. Carol. who was reading a poem while he was gone, reread it. received comments from the staff and wrote them on the back to return to the writer. Marion more or less crawled to the front of the room. The bell rang. Mr. Clarke gave a serious talk on how we should accomplish more work then we do, we all nodded and headed for the door. Passing the office. we stopped off to put away the envelopes with copy to be read. At their typewriters sat Mae and Edna. while Peggy Bryant sorted through the material that was to be typed. Mr. Clarke complimented them on their correct spelling. We all agreed. said good-bye and went home. x ' 1552, I 45511 x x EDIT i I' P l W tdiv S l r eef 2 ,J I .f ' .- P- 1 I ' . :GA ' l V ze A I 9 -1 . 5 .L ., R S gang., Q. ,, 1. VD, ' I .. ' ' ' .1 V :We . - 1- ra- , 11, .. 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They may be beautiful on the way down, but when they finally hit bottom, they're a pain in the neck to me. They're forever forgettin' that one reason why I don't like Autumn is that it's the football season when all the guys play football and I have to play, too, even though I hate the game fI'm on the line, so you see how it isl because if I don't play they'll all call me chicken. I mean really, the exciting cries of the crowd crackling through the brittle air is O.K., but nobody ever watches us when we play the kids from 89th Street back of the cow barns, unless you count my dog, Tip. as an audience. He's not very attentive, either. Of course, the worst thing about the Fall is school. Need I say more? And they write all about the way autumn Know they have it a Coy , undecided young girl J changes her mood from warm and vibrant to cool, vivid and brisk. They call it f1ighty, skipping lightly from cheek to cheek caressing each in tum. Nuts! That's iust a long way to say that sometimes it goes from hot to cold, to windy. I'll agree to that! One of the reasons why Mom says I get a cold each 'October is because the weather is co changeable. I guess I must sound like what Roy Rogers calls a pretty ornery cuss, but I'm not so bad. There are things I like in the Fall. I like to watch squirrels store up nuts for the winter: and pop com the first time we light the fireplace. I think the trees and grass along Belt Autumn 'n Me JOANMOYLETT Parkway are beautiful in a mixed up sort of way. Pumpkin pie and can- died yams, and hayrides only happen in the Fall. I like them. I like to make pictures from the smoke when leaves are buming and walk home from school fast whistling with my hands in my pockets. I never do that stuff other times. In the Autumn I never know what I'm having for breakfast the next morning. In the summer its always corn-flakes, and the winter means oat- meal, but in the Autumn it could be anything. I like that, too. And, you know, leaves do sorta crunch when you walk on them. Tip likes to run through the wheat down on the farms in the Fall. Once I ran after him. It sort of tickles you, and it smells good and clean. Gee, maybe those poet guys aren't wrong. after all. It's just that they use those big. fancy words, I never think of. What I mean is, that it's easy to forget about the not-nice things because there are so many good things about Autumn. Yeh, I guess they are right. The Fall is swell. . 9 .- fr --- '-',.-- -...,.,,..-- -. -M .-.-. 1- K, - i - -W Heep- -.--- Y Y . 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It was toward these that the men's faces turned as they laboured in the ditches. which were soon to become a source of a pre- cious fluid. water, or as they looked from their perches on the roofs of small frame buildings. whose newly sawed lumber sent into the surround- ing air the pleasant smell of sawdust. In the coolness before night fell. a time for food and rest. men gathered together in little groups. and murmurs ran amongst them like small shocks of an electric current. The crowd was restless and a few of the men moved from one little knot of people to an- other. talking. gesturing. arguing. The night was coming fast now. as the shadows lengthened and dropped heavy folds of darkness over the stretches of silver sprinkled sand. The question was on every tongue. When would it come? What meant this silence? 12 This site had been chosen months before. the people had worked long and well. combating a desert that for time etemal had come to master the people who were forced to live upon its poor bounty. Yes. they had worked. and then. suddenly. in the heat of day. a caravan had appeared. The next morning there could be seen the somber colored tents and numer- ous figures moving among them. From that time on no one was seen. A sentry was posted and the men's eyes grew weary with the endless watching. It was a war of patience now. It was no good to work in that sha- dow of fear. A man sweated, not from the sun but from an uneasy feeling in his mind. and in his heart there was a heavyness. A boy whistled. but the melody caught in his throat. and he choked a little. and caught in large gulps of air. No. it was not good. It was as though a phantom hand had caused the shapes to appear and confound their beholders. Night passed. the first vivid streaks of dawn brought with them the hot dry wind and the strength-sapping heat. Then from across the sands came a rider. He appeared as he approached to be a part of the beast which he rode. so swathed in robes he was. so well did he ride. The white headress which he wore. the mark of the arab. was low on his forehead so as to make a strange contrast with his dark skin and even darker eyes. He drew rein at the steps of the school and his hands fumbled for a brief moment in some hidden fold of his robe and drew forth what appeared to be a roll of goat- Skin. A teacher from the morning school came out to meet him with a half-smile on his tanned face. The horseman advanced sl-owly and as with a quick motion, the man thrust the document into the clenched hand of the young rabbi. Slowly. almost painfully the horse- man's eyes rose from the reins in his hand to meet the eyes of the Iew. Slowly, almost painfully the rabbi translated the note to the crowd which had gathered about the horse and rider. I am sent to you asking for aid. the note said. My people have wan- dered these many months through the desert and there are those among us who have fallen ill, and are in need of such help, as only a leamed man of science can give. We have heard. it Continued. that am-ong you there is such a one. We ask that he be sent to help us in our great trouble. We are men of honor and we shall repay his labor with our own. There are fields to be tilled. a well to be dug. we wish to help. The leaders gathered there in the sunlight, and there the reply was agreed upon. That day in the last light before dark the doctor returned unharmed. 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Y' y,f'9 f-L- ., , 1 .2 .1-eaiqgidiiia.-...M . f 's':.s:::re:11i-22i'if1' it Illustration by John Little MUCH HAS been said of the tradi- tional visit to the zoo. which some lov- ing relative usually embarks upon with one of the little angels in the fam- ily. but anyone that has not experi- enced this pleasure cannot possibly realize the complications that arise. As the day begins. we see our little hero. dressed in his finest. trembling with excitement while contemplating the long awaited expedition to the zoo. He has been told so much about this fabulous place that he has imagined it as a haven for little boys and has even been convinced to eat his luncheon spinach on the threat that he won't be taken. Since he has insisted upon feed- ing himself he has to be completely re- dressecl because when he iinally fin- ishes his lunch, his once white linen suit is covered with brightly colored spots of food. With his mother shout- ing last minute instructions at us, we grab his hand and dash for the on- coming bus. 14- FICKLE AGE SARA WEIS On the long trip to Central Park. or if we are exceptionally foolhardy to the Bronx Zoo, our little ward is amus- ed by vivid descriptions of all he will see. We even brought along a book containing pictures of animals usually found at the zoo to aid our descriptions. When we arrive at our destination Cafter what seems like an especially long ridel we decide to be democratic since this is his day and so we ask him what he wants to see first. We nat- urally expect hi.m to ask to see the monkeys. because the pictures of them which we showed him on the train seemed to fascinate him. We are flab- bergasted of course when he says that he wants to see the chickens. We know it is futile to explain that there aren't any: so we hopefully suggest the lions. tigers and bears. but of no avail. We finally get him to settle for the ele- phants who make no impression on him whatever except that he drinks a lot of water through his big nose. We soon realize. to our dismay. that the spectacular animals that we re- member as having impressed us so much have no impression upon him. He is mainly interested in ice cream. popcorn. crackerjacks and last but far from least. balloons. The balloon was our wisest purchase because we soon found out that by tieing it to his finger he was a little easier to keep track of. After a good deal of persuasion we convinced him to feed the pigeons which seemed to remind him of chick- ens. Hating to shatter a beautiful illu- sion we continued to allow him to call them chickens if that was all that was necessary to make him happy. We thought that we would make the monkey house our last stop. When we got inside we were so enchanted by their amusing antics that we were obli- vious to all responsibility. When sud- denly we realized that there were two of us instead of three I frantically ran out calling the child. I spotted a pink balloon in the distance and ran toward it. With a sigh of relief I saw my young relative sitting on a bench. taking off his shoes and stockings so that he could go wading. This made me decide to leave immediately before anything else could happen. We each grabbed a hand and virtu- ally dragged him into the subway be- fore he could request to see anything else. Completely exhausted, he fell asleep on the train giving us a much nszeded chance to rest. When we got home our future looked comparatively neat while we looked as though we had iust been through a commando attack. We did have a certain feeling of self-satisfac- tion because we thought that he had a pleasant day. But when he retorted to his mother's query about the zoo. Phooey on the zoo. when are they going to take me to the airport? . we realized that the theory that a child will have an exciting time there is an adult fallacy. We now grudgingly ad- mit that it is the doting adult who has the adventure. as we make plans to take him to the airport next Sunday. X ,UQ 1'-. Illustration by Eugene Thompson CAMERA CGRNER MORTON ROSEN HAVE YOU ever wondered why your snapshots turn out clear and sharp sometimes, and at other times they turn out so bad that they are not worth saving? The latter may be easily over- come by following these few simple rules in taking pictures. i The first item that must be consid- ered is the type of camera to use. A box camera is ideal for the beginner. There are no dials to set and no wor- ries about focusing or exposure. The versatility of a box camera is limited, but the results can be very pleasing if the pictures are taken properly. There are quite a few professional cameramen who make a hobby of tak- ing pictures with a simple box camera. For best results with your camera. take pictures only in direct sunlight. If you have a flash bulb attachment which will allow you to use your cam- era under adverse light conditions, you may take pictures indoors or in ex- treme shade. You must always remem- ber to load and unload the film in your camera away from the sunlight, in order to avoid stray rays of light which may expose the film and ruin it. You must not take pictures at a distance closer than six feet or your prints will be blurred and out of focus. When you take the picture. make sure the rays of the sun are coming over your shoul- der. At the same time make sure the sun is not directly behind you so as to cast your own shadow on the subject. Try to use a plain background that does not distract from the center of in- 16 terest. lt is a good idea to use a light background for dark subjects, and a dark background for lighter subjects. Sometimes it may be advisable to shoot from a low angle so as to include the sky and clouds as a background. Next, make your subject feel relaxed. If necessary, talk to him so as to take his mind off the camera. The picture should look unposed and as natural as possible. Another point you must remember is to hold the camera steady when you take the picture. Hold the camera close to your diaphragm, take a breath, and gently snap the shutter. Remem- ber, the slightest movement of your camera or the subject, can ruin an otherwise good picture. If you want to take a head and shoulder picture of your subject, you will have to be closer than six feet. Ordinary box cameras are not optically equipped to take pictures at such close quarters. You may buy a supplemen- tary close-up lens which will enable you to get as close as three and one- half feet. It is quite inexpensive and is an extremely useful item to possess. The next problem to be considered is the mounting of your snapshots. In- expensive scrap-books make ideal al- bums. You may use a different one for each subject, such as summer vaca- tion, shots of school life, or even an album of photographs pertaining to your hobby. In this manner you will be able to keep an interesting, illus- trated account of your activities which will enable you to enjoy them in future years. After considering all of these factors in elementary photography, I am cer- tain that you will definitely take better snapshots in the future. Always bear in mind the fact, that a picture is worth ten thousand words. LYNNE MARTENE rushed from the campus. She could feel the tears com- ing and she wanted to be home when it happened. How could she tell Mom and Pop? What were to become of all her plans? She could have broken down then and there and cried her eyes out. Shelly Iackson, a cute little blonde, tumed the corner and nearly ran her over. Gee kid, said Shelly looking into her friend's white face. what's the matter? Are you sick or something? Lynne couldn't hold herself back. Oh Shel, you don't know what hap- pened. and then the tears rushed out of her eyes. She didn't know how to stop them. She felt herself being led away by Shelly and somehow under all the confusion, managed to look up. She saw eyes staring at her from all directions and she realized vaguely that she must be creating a scene. She knew that she had to pull her- self together before she got to her girl- friend's house. Shel, she sniftled, got a hanky? She began wiping her tear-stained face. All of a sudden. Lynne felt herself being pushed. Mom's voice was say- ing, Darling, it's late. You'd better hun'y and get up. This is a very im- portant day, remember? Lynne sat up with a start and rub- bed her eyes. She peered around and noticed the familiar sights. She was in her bedroom. How could the scenes have changed so quickly? Only a mo- ment ago she was going to Shel's. I-ls she sat there thinking, the tick- tock of her alarm clock caught her attention. It was 8:00 a.m. and as al- ways she could smell the freshly made coffee. She lifted her feet out of bed slowly and was putting them on the floor when she felt something soft be- THE FINAL STEP CAROLE ASTRQW neath them. That's funny, Lynne mused to herself. how -did my pillow get there? Oh, she thought. it was that horrible dream. She dressed in a hurry. wearing a new rust colored blouse she had got- ten. It brought out the red in what looked like light brown hair. She was quite pale, so she added some rouge with an orange hue. In spite of the terrific night she had spent she didn't look bad at all. She ate a quick break- fast and left the house. Lynne was a little worried as she walked toward the school but the cool breeze on her face gave her some assurance. Rounding the comer, came Shelly looking excited and nervous. They walked the rest of the way together and when they parted Lynne told Shelly to meet her outside in a half hour. Lynne walked to the room and sat down with her classmates. A few minutes later Miss Evans, the Trig teacher walked in. She took a pack of cards and began reading, Allen, Arnold, Brandon. Collier. At last she reached Martene. Lynne got up and t-ook the card, then calmly walked from the room. She didn't look down once. She saw Shelly waiting at the specified place. Well, Shel asked eagerly looking quite gay, aren't you going to tell me? Lynne looked at her card. her eyes sparkled and she smiled. Oh Shel, she said, I made it. I passed. 17 DEAR GCD MARION ALLWEISS I iust thought I'd talk to you for a while before I go to bed. I'm not a bit sleepy, but Mom and Pop were so sad and miserable that I thought maybe You'd keep me company. You know, Father Iohnson says we should get to know You better. He says You watch us all day long and know everything we do. Well. I hope You were watching today when I helped old Mrs. Murphy across the street. I think she knew You were there, 'cause she patted me on the head and said, God Bless you, little man. She's a nice lady, and I really didn't mean it when I walked on her lawn last week. If You say that too, I hope You weren't too angry. The bed seems so empty. Dear God. I wish Ronny would hurry up and come to bed. Were You ever a twin? It's lots of fun, You know. I like to play with Ronny, and even when we iight we know we don't really mean it. Momma says You can see everything, Dear God. Can You see Ronny? I haven't seen him in the longest time, and I wish he'd hurry 'cause I'm getting sleepy. Momma started to cry when I asked her where he was. Daddy told me that he's gone away and that I should go to bed. Please send him home if You can see him, huh? Are You still there, Dear God? Y'know, I've been thinking. It's awful 18 dark and quiet in here and it seems as it Ronny will never come back. I iust had the most awful idea. Sup- pose he's dead! I wouldn't tell Momma and Poppa, of course, they might get all upset. But I know You're a good Man, and if he's living with You I know You'll take care of him. Come to think of it, he must be dead, 'cause he really did hurt himself when he fell off the stoop yesterday. They sent me to Aunt Eva's when the ambulance left, but I knew he hurt himself bad. But You must be a good doctor, Dear God, if so many very sick people go to You. Maybe it's better that Ronny is liv- ing with You: our teachers were al- ways getting us mixed up. Do they have nice schools in Heaven? Tell Ronny he should come ,down some night and tell me all about it. He doesn't have to take 'oil his wings eith- er, I'd like to see what an angel looks like. Boy, it must be nice to be able to ily all around. Maybe then I'd be able to ily off the garage roof without breaking my leg like I did last year. I hope You'll take good care of Ronny, and don't get too angry at him when he's naughty: he doesn't mean it. I don't think we should tell anyone about it yet, they wouldn't understand and it would make them cry. But, I understand and I know You'll be good to him. I think I'll go to sleep now, Dear God. I hope You have pleasant dreams, and wish Ronny good-night for me, please. P.S. I think You can tell Father Iohn- son. He would understand. MUSIC IS one of the oldest arts known to man. It has come down through the ages, being made more beautiful and inspiring with each passing generation. Great masters have given it beauty, tone. harmony. pathos. fire and solemnity. Such a master was Richard Strauss whose life story, you shall now read. He never had any long hair and his clothes never looked as if they had been walked on. on the contrary, he was trim and neat. Richard Strauss' father, Franz Strauss. was a horn-player. He mar- ried a famous brewer's daughter, and on Iune 11. 1864. Richard was born. Franz Strauss had a strong dislike for all Wagnerian Music. It was so new and daring that Wagner became known as Richard the First. Rich- ard Strauss. though he inherited his father's hate for Wagner's music, lat- er changed and grew to love it. He did so much for Wagnerian Music. and followed so many of his'ideas that he was later nicknamed Richard the Second. I-ls Richard grew up, his whole en- vironment was music. He was taught by his mother to play piano. and at the age of five he had regular les- sons from a professional teacher. The next year he went to school and start- ed to play the violin. He began to compose at the early age of eleven and was taking lessons on the technique of composition. several years later. He flattered his father by writing a Hom Concerto which was so difficult that his father practiced it only at home. He also composed a Serenade, written in his early teens. which was so enthusiastically received by Biilon. that the conductor invited him to write Pit 'n Podium JOAN SCANLON a suite and to become his assistant conductor. He was also to lead the orchestra when he played his new works. It was from that time on that Rich- and Strauss soared to fame and glory. Before he was twenty. he had com- posed over one hundred works. While visiting in a summer resort. he met a singer named Pauline de Ahno. Strauss coached her and she sang in an opera under his direction. Several years later they were married. Strauss' music will never die. for such works as Der Rosenkavalier and Till Eulenspiege1 have been scratched on the stone of immortality. and will be remembered by music lov- ers throughout the world. gf! 2 ff e X I f ff I gyffx' ' 'YM 3246? xX'C lt, X. , Nlftx' I I W If Illustration by Alma Kelly 19 STRANGE, how much different a room looked in darkness than in light. Hmm, too different, thought little Peter as he put out the light. He snuggled his head into the soft pillow cmd shut his eyes gladly. His covers lay at the foot of the bed where he had kicked them, after deciding it was too hot. But a distracted fly perched on his ear and buzzed and buzzed until he moved his 4 GLEANINGS hand around in hopes of scaring it away. He did, but only onto his nose. He opened his eyes and tried looking at his nose in order to get perfect aim. lust before he struck, the fly buzzed away. Peter kept his eyes open, try- ing to make out the tiny insect flying around the room. But as he looked toward the window, he saw a lean. gray Wolf whose eyes were steadily glaring at him. It ain't, it ain't, he assured himself as he quickly shut his eyes. Cautiously opening them again he tumed over and looked at the open closet door in his room. The sleeve of his Sunday suit was visible to him but no, it was the arm of a robber hiding in there waiting until he fell asleep so he could come out and take away the 53.93 he had saved for a cowboy suit. He turned again, this time on his back and stared at the ceiling. There he saw a hole and piercing the dark- ness, two enormous eyes and a huge 20 body. Oh, he knew it. A great gorilla and it was probably very hungry. He shut his eyes tightly and crawled down and got his covers and pulled them over his head. Boy, he whispered to himself, it certainly is cold. RITA REINHEIMER THE SHORT distance from the cheer- leaders bench to position on the foot- ball field or basketball court, seems endless to the new frightened cheer- leader. You are constantly aware of the critical eyes that seem to detect every flaw. Running out quickly and gracefully into position is not as easy as it had seemed from the stands. How- ever, after the first game is over, self- consciousness moves out and self-con- fidence moves in. You begin to con- centrate on cheering your team to vic- tory, and gradually forget about your- self. The position of captain is a coveted one. The responsibility however, is an entirely different matter. Practice time is not provided in school except for one or two periods a week, which is far from sufficient. Meetings must be called evenings or, whenever possible, after school. Cheering is not all fun. It is tire- some and hard on the muscles. Never- theless, you realize that hard work and cooperation are necessary to keep Adams cheerleaders a squad of which you are proud to be a member. MARGARET BRYANT I HAD just finished putting some new magazines in the rack when I heard a child's voice. Hello. I turned to see a small boy with a mass of blonde ringlets and a broad smile standing in back of me. Hello, I answered won- dering where his parents or compan- ions were. Watcha doin'? . he said curiously staring at the books in the rack behind me. Fixing the magazines. Want one to look at? , I said. He smiled and then became serious as he said, Yes, Tom Mix, please. Did you find my mommy? She got lost. I went to see the big planes and Mommy got lost. Did you see her? No, I didn't, Curly, but if you want I'll try to help you find her, I said, pic- turing in my mind some w-orried moth- er rushing around looking for her little lost darling. Where was the last place you saw your mother before she was er . . . lost? Do you want to take a walk and we will have a soda, after I see a man who might be able to find your mom? What's your name, Curly? , I said. not letting the little dear know that he was the one who was lost. Thomas A. Carter, Ir., he said in a very sing-song voice, and in the same breath said, I bet you listen to the Lone Ranger and 1et's take a walk and I want a chocolate soda. Can I go in a big plane after I find my Mommy? Taking Thomas A. Carter, Ir's. right hand, the other was clutching a comic book and cr lolly-pop he had spied on the counter, I steered our course to- ward the lost and found office. On the way Thomas or Curly, as it was now agreed I would call him, had con- sumed two sodas and looked very happy although his mommy had gotten lost. As we neared the' lost and 'found office, I saw a trim tailored woman who was frantically questioning the clerk as to the where-abouts of her little boy. When Curly spotted his mommy, he said to me, Look, there's mommy, I found her, and broke away, leaving clasped in my hand a rather sticky lolly-pop. LOST . . . ONE MOTHER BARBARA CAMPBELL He ran up to the woman and started to try and say everything at once. Mommy you were lost. The magazine lady gave me Tom Mix and candy and soda and I found you! Hurry up. I want to go on the big plane. He turned to me and said, Good-bye lady, thank you for helping me to find my mommy. He started to pull at his mother's jacket. The woman threw me a glance that said, Thank you so much for watch- ing him, as she hurried out to the plane with Curly. I went back to put some newspapers on the stand and I felt pretty good as I heard the plane flying over-head. Curly finally got his ride. 21 Under The Pahtake GLORIA COSGROVE ONCE UPON U time, thatls the way most of these tales begin, not that this is a fairy tale. Oh no, not at all, it's just a story about a girl who had a problem and her incredible mirror that had a unique way of disposing with the difficulty. Ada was a sweet girl and pleasant too, that is, she had been, before con- ceit had changed her so. She was an attractive high school student in her senior term, but her extreme haughti- ness was fast causing her to lose her friends and popularity. In short she was considered to be and was formally dubbed the perennial snob of the neighborhood. However, this was the night of the prom and to dispense with all needless descriptions she was just plain happy. She was attending the affair with an equally attractive young escort. He was new in the neighbor- hood and many a time it was said, that was the reason why he had asked her. He doesn't know Ada yet, just give him time, was the common saying whenever the subject was discussed. Ada apparently was perfectly oblivi- ous of such idiotic chatter, as she call- ed it. I-lt any rate she seemed to be. There was only one exasperatingly long hour left before it was time to 22 leave for the big event and upstairs Ada pompously paraded before her mirror. Mirror, mirror on the wall whose the fairest of them all? She mused. You're a pretty fair bore if that's what you mean, a somewhat saucy voice that seemed to come from the general -direction of the mirror inter- rupted her fanciful soliloquy. Ada's calm but haughty complacency trans- fommed to utter amazement and a sin- gle syllable formed on her lips, Huh, then who? what is it? Me, came the nonchalant answer. I just happen to be a faithful old mirror that has the unbearable task of putting up with a ridiculous specimen like you. Of all the nerve. Any mirror should be proud to reflect my image, said Ada. It's about time somebody took you down a peg or two. I don't sup- pose you've ever lived up to those cute little freckles on your nose, was the snappy answer. I-I mean-so what! They 'don't show on the surface, she replied indignantly. Hmm! who's talk- ing about the surface, goodness knows your freckles are at least two inches under. If you are referring to my pan-cake make-up I'll have you know it is both fashionable and expensive. Pan-cake. Well all you have to do is -drop a lump of butter on your forehead and your mother won't have to cook any breakfast in the moming, the voice asserted coyly. Oh, Ada wailed. You little idiot, go get your- self the coal shovel or at least a soup ladel and start taking that stuff off. the mirror continued. Reluctantly and still not fully realiz- ing why she was doing it, Ada reached for the box of tissues and started to work. When the task was completed she shot a quick glance at the trium- phant fiend who was responsible for it. Although she declined to admit it aloud she thought to herself. I do sort of like it better this way but still . .A . That will do, don't even think of it. But how did you . . .? Never mind I just knew and that's all there is to it. You're very sure of your- self aren't you? Why, with as difficult an assignment as you I can afford to be a bit boastful. We're really making progress. Next on the list comes personality. although right now yours should be pronounced poison- ality. if-X - 1, rw, A V., IQ 1 f ,,., n A f r f ' is K I A' ll Il ' 1 X, I f i 70 f f vi - k- J ' fm-jlw ,tj X w ,f fwfff fa Z B W' ,f I .I Q ff 5 fl WWW Wffffffff' N f KKK f W f,, A W, f EX xx yy f , x , ,.,, ,, 1 , , , 6 5 ffl? y J 'Ill W 5 4 V, 'lf' fp , CL' ld ,, 1 1 V fy Il ll a t ts tw ' V 1 Y Wifi? V x X I ' x Illustration by Alma Kelly Really, answered the prim young girl resuming every bit of her former haughtiness. Perhapglu expect me to act like that-:that Iane person dowxn the street. That's the most sensible thing you've said so far. the voice continued. Oh it is. is it. and now maybe you're going to tell me I should actually run after the bus as she does. lane is a sweet girl and she doesn't run after buses. She just walks fast. It's her nylons that do all the run- ning. And Ada darling. the little mirror defiantly continued with a dis- tinct note of irony in its speech. do you remember last year when your brother in college bought a second- hand ieep and you went around say- ing it was everything from a helicopter to a jet-propelled rocket plane. I guess I didn't realize how silly it was then. Ada admitted humbly. And so the conversation went on. It was a wonderful evening. wonder- ful for everyone who took part in it but especially for Ada. and when it had ended and she had returned home. she thought to herself. She thought about a lot of things. about all that had hap- pened that evening. about the things that she had done, about the freckles on her nose. and then about her mir- ror. She looked at it now and won- dered, but then things like that iust don't happen. do they? 23 JI ? 4'd ?- '3+ 3j1Txs,? v? ' gig-g15ii:i::1:1rQ5 ,f- xX -9: x ef 1. .I i A ,gr X x X I +3-1-f.'a1....- ., ,,.., . ,,.,. ' Ev-f x'I'32Q.:vw3if1?415'jH?::f ffl? E vs::,-52E'ElQZ1-'- if 4 -. X XNQEEYZESEEZQ?-:fi-E ?XXk:GfCEE?fv EI-11:4 x, , Q.-,qpggzasri A Rffxx-if---14 x Q ,nf - X N X X 1 Y X f fx f 1t'f7fl4f7 i?Y'0?'7f'fW1Wf7 'f'm4ll5',W' gk '1:bShb'09 1d.Ll1J.l f---19. W .iii GEN .1-:f f S W W 77 C f Clairvoyance MARILYN BANDIERO MY KNEES shook slightly as I walked down the dimly lit corridor to the courtroom. The mirror-bright marble walls reflected my image. From around the corner I could hear the porter whistling happily as he polished the brass plate beside the door. Good moming. sir. Kinda early aren't you? Yes I am. I have some papers to put in order. My voice was calm despite my moist palms. Well, good luck, sir, and he started to whistle again. I entered the main courtroom and walked to my seat. From outside I could hear the steady drumming of the rain as it beat listlessly against the stone of the building. The sky was dull and heavy with scattered black- ned patches. Through the heavy mist that cloaked the world I could see the distant fields, with the trees weighted and drab looking in the early morning hours. The air in the room was dusty, as if the floor had just been swept and the iudge's bench cast a shadow across the table at which I sat. I removed my raincoat and hat. then took from the briefcase that was a gift from my wife. a sheaf of papers. As I sat looking fondly at it, it began to age, and soon the gold stamped initials on it were worn and tarnished, the leather soft and creased. I reached out to touch 26 it and my hand was one of an older man. I looked about me, the court- room was hushed and I could hear the excited whispers of the crowd as I walked confidently forward. I thought then of my friends who had called the night before to wish me luck. and I thought also of Lucy my wife. She had been so concerned that morning when I had refused breakfast. Through all my years of studies, it was always she who had pulled me through-always she who was strong where I was weak. That moming when she came downstairs with my raincoat. I was busy looking for my cardboard portfolio. When I tumed, she was standing there with the new leather one. He's famous. crowed an elderly woman. He's going to be made a judge, another said. Who is he? piped up a young voice answered by a neighbor. Why he's Ioseph Nebur. A loud crash of thunder brought me back to reality and I looked about me in amazement. The people were gone. the bench empty. I sat there awhile. dazed and at last a few early arrivals entered the rear door. and I realized they were coming to see me. To see me present my first case. I rose from my seat to go to my client and my knees were steady. my head high. I heard a few whispers. That's Ioseph Nebur. i They say he's going places. This is his first big case. D I glanced out of the window. The storm was over. The calm was be- ginning. HOW OFTEN and in how many differ- ent lights have I seen that statue. I've seen it when the bright sun twinkles the bronzed eye and transforms the clothing into blazing armour. I've wit- nessed the same statue on dark. dismal nights when the rain is iust a saturat- ing torrent. Yet to see his stalwart form. to capture the radiant smile of confidence seems to wann the icey rain. But today. the spring air is en- riched with the scent of flowers, the trilling' of birds and the statue of Ken- neth Duncan appears in a new light. a light of rebirth for the l-ong, cruel winter is over. I read the inscription as I have done so many times before. Believeth in Him that hath created ye. and ye shall be saved. As I do so I can only think of the story which places Kenneth Duncan in the hearts of all Kildare. Though, the statue wasn't in rememberance of the boy. but in commemoration -of his belief and faith in his Creator. Kenneth lived two hundred years ago when this town was sparsely set- tled. His father was the village smithy and when it came time for Kenneth to attend Sunday School. Mr. Duncan forged his son a cover for his Bible with the finest -of Scotland's blue steel. Ken- neth would never come straight home after Sunday School. He. like all boys. loved to roam through the woods with his dog. The two were inseparable. One Sunday as the two were roam- ing. Kenneth spied a cave. Without deliberation he entered. the dog be- hind. Darker and darker it grew until he was lost in a maze of inky black- ness. Then. in this dark black cave. he stumbled. he tried to move but his ankle pained him so he couldn't move. Of Scot'land's Blue-Steel HELEN WOLTMAN Suddenly a roar split the silence. Ken- neth. terrified. huddled himself against the wall. shaking with fear. The dog. sensing his master's danger. barked and snarled excitedly. edging his way forward. A low growl. a flash of fur and the fight was on. Kenneth strained to see the combat but he could only hear the gnashing of teeth and the scuffle that would soon result in death. They fought clos- er and closer to Kenneth who could make out the dog's opponent to be a mountain lion. As Kenneth struggled painfully to his feet to aid his bleed- ing. tom companion. the dog yielded his last painful howl as the cat's teeth sunk deeply into the dog's throat. Kenneth. tears glistening on his cheeks. rushed at the cat with his only weapon. his steel-covered Bible. His blow was swift. striking the battle- weary animal below the ear. The dull thud of the blow re-echoed from far into the cave as the cat fell motion- less. The boy limped painfully and mournfully home where it was de- termined that he had a broken ankle. How then could he have stood? How could he. so young and so excited have wielded a death blow to a moun- tain lion with merely a steel-covered Bible? So we have erected a monu- ment to that small boy who has proven to us that: Ye who believeth shall be saved. 27 I LIKE the summer with its sticky, humid weather. I like to ride, all alone, through the hot, dim woods, with spots of sifted sun beating on the hard ground. In a minute I come to the hollows: the terrible, deep-bot- torned hollows, smelling of decaying leaves and dead water, where there is insufferable heat. The sound of the horse's feet is a confused heart beat on the swampy ground. I dismount and stand for a while, as the sweat HEAT WAVE trickles down my back. The green gloom is sultry, mystifying. From far away in the upper meadows a cicada reaches an unbearable, sharpening crescendo. The queer atmosphere is too much for me. Dizzy and faint, I climb upon the horse and find the path that car- ries me to a long field. The meadow grasses are dusty gold in all this heat and when I kick my horse and gallop, a million flies fly from the horse's neck and get lost in the eternal cloud of dust. A hot wind caresses me. It scrapes my temples and rakes my hair. Faster and faster, hotter and hotter. Veins begin to bulge through the horse's 28 body of muscle. Straining and throb- bing, I pull up at the end of the field. The sweat pours down my face making my hair cling, dank and damp to me. I slide down the horse's wet side and slowly we walk into the woods. The water in the swimming hole is soup-warm and dappled with leaves. Sitting down under a tree, I realize that I shall never stop sweating. My mind goes round and round, being submerged by the smells, the touch of bark under my fingers and the sick- ening taste of flowers on the stagnant air. This heat is immense, breathing, terrible. It throbs within, pulsating and liberating, like Indian tom-toms. How I wish for a breeze! I press my fingers desperately into the damp earth and I can feel the exquisite touch of wet grass against my cheek. 4, v ntl! yy x ff' bp lvf' Z' lk full' lit ll f X but flx G ll P. f 4 gf if A x ,, . 1 .. 'W 1 .-li' -mV'-1 V i:-ii--' -. V-..1t,:f.t.. It v.,::Jqf-- Qs. ffaliwf 11- t Q ,.,i,l'g5.. Q, 5 vga A. f1Q.kE,5 X 'VV 5 -V, 5 I I r t, , ...fr-1 ' IX fix if K f' llll '9f ' Xvll X ,- . . ', ' 2 'Yr'- 'Xjlb 37 ' lt if f 4,7 'Q ff- ' Y u Illustration by Norman Brown LAUNCHING into the new fall term not only means turning over a new leaf to Some people, but to the majority of girls it bears the joy and excitement of shopping for new fall clothes! I, be- ing one of this vast majority, experi- enced this physically and financially tiresome experience, one brisk Satur- day aftemoon. As I descended from the bus in front of the department stores, my eye was immediately caught by the devastat- ingly bright colors shown in the store windows. It seemed that very high shades were featured, with toast, cin- namon and purple in the lead. I entered one of the department stores and browsed around the main floor awhile, before taking the eleva- tor to the junior department. Feeling in a gay and frivolous mood, I bought my scent of perfume, to lift my spirits, which would inevitably become slight- ly down trodden. I hopped onto the elevator and soon found myself in the collegiate atmos- phere of the junior department. The tirst thing I noticed, because it was so obvious, was that the trend leans to- ward the smart, pert, feminine look, re- placing the sloppy joe and bobby-sox era. After looking at casual clothes for quite some time I noticed that tweeds were very popular this year, even more so than plaids. Everything from coats to skirts seemed to be made of tweed. The same applied t-o courdu- roy. Both of these fabrics looked very smart when worn with brightly con- trasting wool jersey blouses. Wool jersey also played a major part in clothing displays this fall. Complete dresses were made of this fabric in very flattering shades. I observed that this year velvet is the most versatile fabric of all. Clothes made of velvet ranged from elaborate dresses with rhinestone buttons, to stylish little dressmaker suits which could have been worn for nearly all occasions. Having made all of these important observations, I hopped on to the eleva- tor again and went down to the mil- linery department. SAILING IN STYLE ARLENE RANDEL The catastrophe of catastrophes oc- curred! It appeared as though today's high school girl was destined to wear a hat! The hat designers took them in- to consideration and have designed the most youthful and irresistible hats imaginable. Leading the array was the old standby, the beret, and something comparatively new, the skull cap. Act- ually, a hat is most essential for one to look complete: it really adds some- thing to an outfit. ' It seemed as though I spent a rather useless but thrifty day, not having bought anything but perfume. So, to life my spirits I put a dash behind each ear, went down to the main floor, once again walked out to the street, filled with busy shoppers. 29 IT WAS in the summer that I met Mike McElroy. wonderful Mike. We were both staying at Mrs. Neison's boarding house in the heart of the Poconos Mountains. I was very much attracted to Mike from the first day I saw him. I had dropped my purse and he picked it up. He was so good- looking with his brown wavy hair and entrancing eyes. all this and six feet. too. I wanted to make a goo-d im- pression. so when I saw him at break- fast. I said politely. Good Moming. and he answered me. I could hardly eat. I was so thrilled. I remember the next day. while I was helping Mrs. Neison feed the pigs and he came towards us. I was in an old housedress, and my hair was up in pincurls. I tried frantically to get out of the pen. when I slipped and fell in the mud. I was so terribly embarrassed. but not for long. for lVIike came in to help me. That was our first real meeting. I can still pic- ture poor Mike as he stood in the pen looking So bewildered. with all the pigs surrounding him. It was then that we became great friends. Then came the moment I hoped would never arrive. My parents came. and when they found out about my seeing Mike they were furious and forbade me ever to see him again. They said that I was too young t-o go out with boys. mamma and poppa couldn't go out with boys and girls until they were nineteen. But ieepers. what's three years? When I saw 30 I I M I KE: I JOAN SCANLON Mike I told him my story and he sug- gested that we never see each other again. since my parents felt that way. I ran into the house. to my room. I just had to keep on seeing Mike. but I knew that that was impossible. for I heard poppa talking to Mrs. Neison. about giving me a job working in the kitchen. and there I would never see Mike. I just had to think of some- thing and I decided to take a long walk. It started to rain. but I didn't care. When I did return home I was so tired and soaked that I caught cold and a few days later I collapsed. When I awoke I was in bed and poppa was beside me. Poppa. I said. please don't be angry. Maria . . . it is you who should be angry with us. and with almost tears in his eyes. he went on. in his broken Eng- lish. It is hard for your mamma and I. to becum used to dis new world und new generation. but if you vill help uns, ve try. He looked at me very pathetically. then said. you vill not have to vork down in the kitchen any longer. I vill see to it that you get a job upstairs. there you may see Mike. That's what I like about poppa. he's so considerate. JUST PLANE BI-MOTCR MARION ALLWEISS IF ANYONE had been flying down Lightning Lane that night, they would have noticed a little more than usual activity going on. This flurry in a normally quiet neighborhood was cen- tered about Hangar 423, the home of the Bi-Motor family. Inside, Mrs. Bi- motor was rushing about, fussing with this and adjusting that. If you would ask her what all the to-do was about, she would blink her landing lights in surprise and say, Why, didn't you lmow? Suzy's young man is coming to dinner. Yes, daughter Suzy had finally de- cided that the man for her was Eddie Piper Cub, an up-and-coming young plane who had a great future at Idle- wild Airport. Even though Eddie had a good alti- tude toward life, he had one fault: he was terribly shy. However, he had fin- ally consented to come to dinner, to Mrs. Bi-Motor's delight and Mr. Bi- Motor's amusement. While Mrs. Bi-Motor was putting the finishing touches on the dinner, Suzy was trying to instruct her father con- cerning his manner toward her guest. But Papa, please remember that he's awfully shy, and please don't ask him any embarrassing questions, she pleaded. But Mr. Bi-Motor just couldn't under- stand. He cou1dn't be much good, he reasoned, if he can't stand up under some simple questions. He couldn't be much good? Oh, Papa, wait till you see him! Why, any girl would give her right wing to be i.n my wheels. He's so cute: especially the way he cocks his propeller . . . Please Papa, be good. She gave him a last pleading look as she flew up the stairs. Soon the house quieted down as all was in readiness for the visitor. Every few minutes Mrs. Bi-Motor would peek out the skylight to see if he had ar- rived yet and every once in a while she would sniffle when she thought about her little baby having a young man. Suzy was iust putting the finish- ing touches on her instrument panel and Mrs. Bi-Motor was reminding Mr. Bi-Motor that she felt so positively an- cient, when the bell rang. Suzy's Motor started thumping way past it's normal rate as she glanced in the mirror once more and flew downstairs. She almost had quite a bad fall, when, in her haste, she forgot to lower her landing gear. But she finally got downstairs and opened the door. There stood Eddie, as handsome as she had remembered. He was all shin- ed up and had a new coat of paint for the occasion. He stammered shyly through the introductions. Suzy breath- ed a sigh of relief when they sat down to dinner, for now her father would have no chance to question him. But finally, the time that she had dreaded came. After dinner, they sat down in 31 the parlor, and, as Suzy had feared, Mr. Bi-Motor turned the conversation to Eddie. Mrs. Bi-Motor knew her hus- band, and when she saw the warning twinkle in his landing lights, she has- tily intervened to ask Eddie if he would care for a nice, cool glass of gasoline. He refused, explaining that he never drank high-octane drinks, and the room once more was silent with a pre- hension. But, Mr. Bi-Motor still un- daunted, reigned supreme. Coughing his engine, and throwing Suzy a signi- ficant glance, he asked innocently, And what are your chances for ad- vancement. my boy. Suzy blushed to the top of her cock- pit, for she knew that her father was capitalizing on Eddie's shyness for his own entertainment. Well, you see he . . ., she tried to interrupt. But, sur- prisingly, Eddie would not let her fin- ish. He braced himself staunchly and explained, Well, to tell the truth sir, I haven't thought about it much. But I guess that now that my father has been elected president of Idlewild Freight Planes, Inc., I don't have to worry. Mr. Bi-Motor stared at him in per- plexed astonishment. It wasn't that the information shocked him so, it was just that it was so different than the stammered reply he had expected. But Mrs. Bi-Motor glided in graciously to save the day. Come dear, she said to her husband, help me wash the dishes. I'm sure the children have more important things to talk about. She linked his wing in hers and led him out, while Mr. Bi-Motor could do nothing but scratch the graying top of his cockpit and wonder about these surprising youngsters now-a-days. Illustration by Walter Stack 32 WHA' HOPPEN' to the soap in the locker room? The miracle of last term has turned into a mirage this term. In case the newcomers don't know who the chairman of the Health Ed- Dept. is, she is Mrs. Kean. Miss Feinberg is back with us this term. She spent all last term travel- ing through the states. We all wel- come her back. Our Cheering Squad has replaced its graduates with newcomers. Cute Peggy Bryant has taken Ronnie Costel- lo's Place as Captain. Mrs. Mecinski has been in charge of the Cheerlead- ers Club for over a year. She really works hard on drilling the girls and deserves credit for the co-ordination you see among them. Peggy is trying to get the G.O. to pay for their outfits. If the G.O. -can afford to buy boys' outfits perhaps they can buy outfits for the girls. After all. they put a lot of effort in their work. and outfits are expensive. If the G.O. buys their out- fits they intend to wear a standard uniform for all games. The cheer- leaders practice after school on their own time and Peggy has come up with some new cheers that are super. Keep up the good work, girls. Something new has been added to the leaders club. There is a special leaders gym class. the eighth period. under the supervision of Mrs. Keegan. The purpose of the club is to help make better leaders and to give them a chance to participate in the different games. The requirements needed to enter the club are 857. in Health Ed.. a signed application. passing in three majors and. last but not least. medical and dental okayed. GIRLS' SPORTS MARGIE D'ANTONIO Your Varsity team is coming up. Keep your eyes open on the added attraction on the gym suit of a Varsity member. The girls have bought green varsity sweaters with a yellow emblem for the sweater and one for the gym suit. They're really sharp. This is one of the most difficult clubs to enter. as it requires one to have 100 points. which are obtained through participa- tion in other clubs. and receiving Minor A's or a Major A. The girls play volleyball. basketball and bad- minton. It's real fun playing against the teachers. especially if Varsity wins. Last term the teachers and the girls played a very good game and as you know Varsity won. Mrs. Keegan runs the Varsity Club. The girls on the team are: President and Captain. Yours Truly: Vice-President and Co- Captain. Iune Stella: Secretary. Marie Catapano: Elsie Fischer. Mary Masuc- ci, Audrey LaMoica. Rosemary Bader. and Grace Sporrer. The girls are rar- ing to engage themselves in some competition. The club schedule has been posted for your convenience. outside the H.E. office on the bulletin board. Notice the double period for softball and basketball and the new dancing club. These clubs are open to all girls who wish to enjoy themselves. Let's all get into the games and at the same time make Adams the home of the Leverich Trophy. 33 THE ANGRY. turbulent waters swirled madly about her feet. Her hand. cut and bruised. reached blindly for a higher level to raise herself to, and still the waters came. Across from where she clung to the rocks. the canyon rose steeply. The vines that clung to it were withered and yellow. from all the rain that had fallen. 'I'he small plants that managed to survive on its jagged sides. were small and undemourished. 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She edged along the canyon wall for about a foot. lost her balance. and fought wildly for support against the cold and senseless rock. Her numb fin- gers. scratched meaninglessly against its hard surface. In a calm moment. she thought of how easy it would be to die. So easy 34 DARK CANYON MARILYN BANDIERO to just relax. so simple to iust let go. and give up this futile struggle to live. She thought she heard voices calling her name. but it was merely her imagination. The maddened waters caught at her clothes. pulled at them. tore at them. then passed on to something else. She heard a thunderous sound and saw a log being smashed against the rocks. It came closer. Her scream was shrill and piercing yet it made no impression on the mocking day. Darkness surrounded her and she felt herself being pulled further and further down as in a whirlpool. She was spun to the surface, gagging and gasping for air where there was only water. The towering mountains seem- ed to meet over her head and threw a dusk like shadow across the river. She looked for something to hold onto. There was nothing. A fresh onslaught sent her under and this time she did not rise up again. At first. she battled wildly. then. too tired to fight. too tired to live. she rested. Only her hair showed atop the water. Long hair. brown and once lustrous. That night. voices could be heard and lanterns seen along the now silent canyon. They all called one name. Catherine . . . Catherine . . . NIGHTMARE JOAN FRESE I HAVE always wondered what was in the room across the hall. Ever since I can remember its door has haunted me. Tonight out of my bedroom win- dow I can hear the eery wind whist- ling around the house and the trees seem to be swaying in a dance of death. The rain is beating heavily. as I sit here thinking of these things. I shiver and yet I know I must find out about that room. Our house is completely dark except for the light in this room. You see I am a girl of sixteen and I live in a small town where nothing exciting ever happens. My parents are middle-aged. and do not have much of a social life, but tonight it's my Aunt Mildred's birthday. They wanted me to come along but I said I had a headache and was excused. I am now an only child. Once I had a sister but she died when I was four. I really -can't remember her too well. but I still dream of her and when I do. I dream of death! Hers is the room across the hall. I never speak of her to mother or father. but when I was younger I asked why it was always closed, and why no one could enter it. I only re- ceived stony glance as answers. Once I tried to enter it and my mother caught me. I felt horribly ashamed for having disobeyed her orders. Don't misunderstand. my parents are really sweet except when I try to leam the answers to my many ques- tions. It's growing late, for the old clock in the hall is striking ten. The rain is falling even heavier than before: I mustn't be afraid. The hall is so dark but the door opposite mine is darker. Yesterday I counted the steps to this room: there were iust six Small steps. Should I put on a light? Where is that door knob? Here it is. The room is so dark I can't see a thing. and the rain is making so much noise. There's such a musty odor in here: it prob- ably hasn't been entered since she died. My eyes are growing used to the darkness. There is a child's bed . . . a white dresser . . . a carved toy chest. I tripped. why it's a doll. a dusty, dirty rag doll with one beady eye missing. There are other toys scattered about the floor and on a chair a book lies open to Alice in Wonderland. My sister always loved that story. especially when father read it to her. Her desk is here also. There is a letter written to Santa Clause . . . It's incomplete! I remem- ber now. The letter falls limply out of my hand as I review what hap- pened. One day around Christmas time. she was taken with a strange attack and rushed to the hospital. She nev- er returned. The room I am standing in is her room. furnished just as she left it. I'll leave now and will never enter again. for now I know its secret and when- ever I pass it. it will not be with fear but with respect for its memories. 35 THE NAME, Willa Cather. to a great majority of high school students un- fortunately means nothing. Yet her books have recently been discussed and criticized in such articles as ap- peared in The Book Review column of the Times a few months ago. The books of Cather, after a time of be- hind the stage popularity, are being brought to the footlights and are be- ing given their place among the books which every one terms synonymous with good reading. Song of the Lark is by no means a new book. The story of Thea Kron- borg is the story of youth. Thea. the sensitive child of a preacher, grows up along with her brothers and sis- ters in a small mi-d-westem town. Willa Cather gives the reader an in- teresting story of Thea's family, and her struggle to become a singer. Her story is the story of anyone who has the courage to take the future into their two hands and shape it. Thea is a fighter, and the reader is never disappointed through all of her strug- gles. We find ourselves fighting with Thea to overcome the narrow minded- ness and subtle snobbishness of a small town. We worry with the town physician, Dr. Archie. over Thea's attack of BOCKS ON BCARD JACQUELINE EMMERMAN 36 pneumonia and we worry years lat- er when he comes to the side of an older and wiser but basically the same Thea. and listens to her prob- lems once again. Thea is a part of everyone she meets. The people that surround her. both in childhood and womanhood. all help to make the Thea Kronborg who years later stands before the hushed audiences in New York opera houses. This is the Thea who finds that there are many kinds of happi- ness. many kinds of satisfaction when a goal is reached. Thea takes some of her friend Weinch's love for music, some of Spanish Iohnny's appreciation of life. some of Dr. Archie's goodness into her personality. The authoress has a remarkable way of showing the weakness of her characters and yet giving the reader an opportunity to come to his ovsm decisions about them. Spanish Iohnny -the handsome artistic Mexican who occasi-onally loses himself in his trou- bles and Professor Vunsch, Thea's first music teacher, who drinks to for- get his failure. are both shown in a light which is neither flattering nor harsh. with no apologies made. One of the most interesting aspects of this story is the fact that each -of the characters is a story within himself. So you have four or five stories in one book, and all of them are as interesting as the story of Thea. Yet this is all done with what appears to be a min- imum of effort. This fact in itself made the book easy to read and gave me a satisfied feeling when I had finished. WHEN I received my first assignment as full-fledged reporter, I set out eag- erly to interview Candy Mitchell, who had just been acclaimed the brightest young authoress of the season. My write-up could be boundless because of the air of mystery which surrounded her. No one had ever seen Miss Mit- chell and miraculously enough, she had finally consented to an interview. With a slip of paper in one hand, on which was written her Park Avenue address, and my brand new notebook in the other, I ran out of the office. Feeling exceedingly extravagant, I took a taxi. On the short ride to Eighty-first Street, I tried to visualize the woman who had written that cos- mopolitan novel. All that I could im- agine was a beautiful, glamorous and attractive woman. A sudden ierk of the taxi. as we drove up to the luxuri- ous apartment house which housed many of New York's prominent people, brought my daydreaming to an end. I stepped out and onto the sidewalk and walked toward the huge lobby. I suddenly realized, with a sinking feel- ing that this was my first important assignment. Instinctively, I walked to- ward the elevator and before I realized what was happening, I was being rushed up to her penthouse apartment. A pert French maid opened the door and ushered me in. I looked around in amazement at the exquisitely fur- nished apartment, perfect in every de- tail. I was told that Miss Mitchell would be back shortly. But as soon as I was left alone I began to look around the room more leisurely, taking in each minute detail with great care. It was the type of place that one reads about often enough but never really expects to see. It was done com- pletely in contrasting shades of green from the rich, dark hues of the walls and rug to the lighter green of the furiture and finally to the delicate green of the lamps. A huge white bust of Plato, standing in a comer, was the only thing of a different color in the entire room. After appraising my surroundings, I was thoroughly convinced that the occupant of this apartment must be an ultra-sophisticated woman to dare to furnish her home in such an unusual way. A cheery hello broke my train of thought. I looked up to see Miss Mit- chell walking toward me. She must have seen the dazed expression on my face because she said, smiling, I'm not at all like what you expected, am I? Speechless, I iust nodded, no. Miss Mitchell continued, Now you see why we had to keep me out of the limelight. After all, who would buy a novel written by a teen-ager. FIRST ASSIGNMENT SARA WEIS 37 Foresi Paih The sky above my head was filled with stars, The night surrounding me was cold and still. The ghost shades flitted in amongst the trees That marked the place where road met forest path. Where silver beams of moonlight softly played Upon the stones and brown earth at my feet, It transformed these most simple worldly things Into small planets, from which reflected light, Met light that swung and arched out over hushed Darkness of which I seemed a part. And suddenly upon this-quiet scene, There loomed a larger flash of light, A giant man made light, which in its path, Left silver trails whose glory soon was dulled. Whose reaching fingers moved with surest tread Through darkened passages, from out which loomed The bird like shapes of planes which H we A4 V sw A 'cv Wy, S :mx A,.. A255523 Egg' .JV ff S1 ' H ,V:, il ,f.,,V.,.,,, Caught the beams and moved with them through pathways in the heavens. Like white hot tongues of moulten steel they leaped across the heavens, The meeting place of earth and sky defined. JACQUELINE EMMERMAN The Rebel p Planes zoom above my head. Trains roar beneath my feet. What is this life I'm leading? Asks the man who walks the street. The Dreamer Stardust trails are woven By those who can only dream, And mend the rents in their carpet of hope, With a careful, plodding seam. G6 For dreams are heavenis loom, If I want heat, I press a button. To make it cool, I do the same. And hope its golden thread, Does the 'guy' who makes these inventions Life is as long as a dream can last, Think me absolutely lame? Give me the life of a woodsman Who lives near by a lake. I'll live by my power and after a while, Take me back for mercy's sake? IRIS SPIEGEL 38 And dreams are lived instead. For when the shuttle ceases, And the golden thread is gone Though life and hope may long be dead, A dream can linger on. ELLEN KELLY BETTY COMES OF AGE GLORIA COS GROVE PEOPLE LAUGH at a lot of things. They laugh when they hear an amus- ing remark, they laugh when they see someone fall victim to the devilish schemes of a practical joker, and still others consider it quite hilarious when a person that is anyone other than themselves finds himself in a difficult or embarrassing situation, but it is very seldom anyone laughs at his own peculiar predicaments the way Iohnny did. Iohnny was a red-headed Irish- man with the conventional Irish name of McCarey. He lived and went to high school in a small town. where everyone knew everyone else, and everyone else's business. At any rate this was iust another day, a school day. A bell rang at exactly sixteen minutes past ten, and contrary to the usual slow and casual routine of a small country town, the students rushed hurriedly out of class. One boy, who was slightly ahead of the others in the mad dash for free- dom, hailed a friend from across the hall and started a conversation. Say, Eddy, did you see the way Lizzy was rolling her eyes at McCarey before? Boy what a riot. What's the matter, Kirk? Iealous 'cause Iohhny's getting himself a girl? Is that English class affecting your speech or something calling that Lizzy a girl? Kirk replied. Yeah she's some specimen, might be good material for my great grand- father though, he's starting an antique shop. I don't know, but I'm studying up on some history and when I get far enough back I'll let you know what I've found out about her. Yes, that's the way it was, Elizabeth was the result of an old maid's anti- quated ideas of the way a well-bred young lady should conduct herself. She had lived with her aunt ever since her mother died. That was about ten years ago and now at the age of seventeen she was the defenseless vic- tim of an old woman's whimsical dom- ination, which required Elizabeth, among other things, to wear clothes that even the mothballs had grown sick of looking at, by now. Her fore- most desire was to find understanding somewhere, from someone, and one day she was mistakenly led to be- lieve she had finally acquired it. They were sitting in class and Iohhny's friend had told him an evidently amus- ing ioke, because Iohnny laughingly slapped his hand down on his desk, causing his pencil to catapult to the floor. As he ducked 'beneath his desk to capture it, the after affects of the ioke tugged at the corners of his mouth which in turn gave way to a thoughtful smile. At that moment his eyes come in direct contact with those of the infamous Lizzy. Hesitatingly, almost begrudgingly, he forced a sec- ond smile. To her, however, it was a symbol of friendship for which she longed so urgently. Therefore, in a desperate effort to maintain the friend- ship which she believed she had se- cured. she made comewhat of a fool 39 of herself, all of which resulted in the malicious gossip that was being so fervenetly spread throughout the stu- dent body. This was before a second aunt, Aunt Betsy by name, invaded the premises. History teachers have long acclaimed the marvelous changes brought about by the Industrial Revolution, but never have they hit upon anything as mi- raculous as the transformation brought about by Aunt Betsy. She arrived Friday moming and by Saturday night her niece resembled the latter half of a before and after advertisement. Her tightly braided hair which had been wound around her head as in typical per-histortic days, had given way to soft natural curls that framed her face. Her wardrobe had been re- plenished with smart new outfits. re- placing the old ones which were equally divided and disposed of in two garbage cans placed in the back yard. Heaven knows there was no stopping Aunt Betsy once she got started on a rampage like this one. Proclaiming she couldn't stand the name of Elizabeth she changed it to Betty and then went as far as to ar- range an apparently coincidental meeting between Betty and Iohnny. The next weekend, due largely to the clever managing of her aunt, the two left Betty's house for a movie in town. His friends believing he had been roped into the expedition were sympathetically congregating at the local florist shop to buy him a bou- quet of lilies, but waiting for the bus with his date, Iohnny burst into a gen- uine hearty laugh. He laughed at what everyone else might have con- sidered his own peculiar and some- what distressing predicament. Illustration by Barbara Heller 40 A RED and yellow top, that had only a few minutes before been busily spin- ning. now stood still. A stutfed bunny with a chubby little body, perched on the back of the couch. A bright toy wagon, an over-turned fire truck. and and empty doll's cradle whose absent occupant sat sullenly on a low footstool added their own distinctive touch to the tranquil scene. A scene which sig- nified to a tired mother that her little darlings were tucked snugly and se- curely in bed. GLORIA GOSGROVE ONE MINUTE it was light: the next a greyish black haze swept everything out of sight and completely surround- ed me. It was similar to a fog at the sea shore with its overwhelming gloominess penetrating the depths of my soul. In what seemed like one split second, everything around me collapsed and shattered into tiny mi- croscopic atoms of dust. Absorbed in the wonder I saw, I stood as still as death and felt extremely insignificant in the vast spaces enveloping me. Suddenly. I began to wade endlessly through the dust, thinking of every- thing. yet nothing. searching for ev- erything. yet nothing. Looking through the thick haze, nothing was visible to me but endless. immense. desolate space. I reasoned with myself, piec- ing this complicated puzzle together in my mind. when it slowly occurred to me. This was the day of days- Doom's Day- and I. the only mortal living to see it! ARLENE RANDEL ,.,, ,f Y rl , Eff ' BIQEH 3' STAR DUST THE AIR in the church was warm and friendly as I entered. My face, cold after a long walk welcomed the warmth that enveloped me. I walked down the aisle to the altar. The can- dles that in any other place would have appeared weird were throwing gay and laughing shadows across the wall while tears slid down their soften- ing si-des. The pews were empty and shining and the altar stood out beau- tifully, the white with gold carving gleaming in the dusk. Patches of bright colors reflected by the windows lay at my feet. In the midst of this beauty I knelt and prayed. MARILYN BANDIERO 41 CHIT CHAT JUNE HELBOCK BARBARA CAMPBELL THE MORNING of Saturday. Iuly 1. 1948 dawned gray and a slight rain had begun to fall. Activity on all roads leading to the Iamaica Bay area was steadily increasing and by 12 o'clock there had become a constant line of traffic. The rain stopped but the sky still remained cloudy. From the dis- tance. a steady rumble of a noise some- what like thunder. could be heard and within seconds the sky was filled with every kind of plane you could mention. It was the day that the new Inter- national Airport was to be dedicated by President Harry S. Truman. as part of the commemoration of the Golden Iubilee of the City of New York. Construction of the world's largest airport was started in April 1942. by the City of New York, on a tidal marsh bordering Iamaica Bay. At this time the airport had cr schedule of 23 flights per week. Today Idelwild averages 1.000 flights per week. By April 1949 the Port Authority had to take Idle- wild from the financially withered hands of New York City. With this. went the rights to complete and oper- ate the field. They claim that their fee will vary during the years according to the costs of running the airport. 42 Idlewild officially opened at 12:01 a.m. on a Thursday in Iuly 1949. Port- ers stood ready outside three com- pleted runways: the Weather Bureau's station went on ct 24 hour basis, and a magazine stand and a two-chair barber shop. opened. Only one thing was wrong. There were no planes. It wasn't until 1 p.m. that day when a drone was heard in the distance. The control tower guided in a single motor Stenson iob, piloted by Commissioner Donald W. Lowe of the Port of New York Authorities. Today the difficulty between the air- lines and the New York Port Authority has been cleared up and it may be said that things are running more smoothly. The many weeks of quar- reling in the courts have ended and tempers have had a chance to cool. We can now look forward to the time when the International Airport will be completed: the day when all roads lead to Idlewild. -fel- O Illustration by Ann Cosenza I l N s FCJREIGN CORNER MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI era un genio' universale. Era architetto, pittore, poeta. scultore. e scrittore. Nac- que durante il Rinascimento nell'anno 1475 nella Toscana. Alcuni dei suoi lavori sono il Mose che si trova nel Vaticano ed il Davide che adoma la citta di Firenze. Queste statue sono lavori d'un genio perche sembrano a chiunque che li vede che abbiano vita. Quando Michelangelo era giovane scolpi una statua d'un vecchio. La statua sembrava perletta ma uno dei Medici. passando. vide la statua e no- tando un diietto. esclamo a Michel- angelo: Ma tu non hai scolpito una statua d'un vecchio. Un uomo Vecchio non ha tutti i denti come questa statua. Il giomo seguente il signore passo di nuovo e vide che mancava un dente dalla bocca della statua. Questo di- mostra l'argutezza con cui Michel- angel-o sapeva trarsi da situazioni simili. Il suo lavoro nella Cappella Sistina e un lavoro che non si puo scordare mai. Sui muri e sul tetto dipinse il Guidizio Universale. Per quattro anni lavoro qui, giacendo sul dorso contin- uamente. mentre dipingeva il tetto. EM, Anche construi la cupola della chiesa di San Pietro in Roma. La copio dalla cupola della chiesa di Santa Maria del Fiore. La poesia che egli disse e: -Vado a Roma a far tua sorella. piu grande si, ma non di te piu bella.- V Le sue pitture parevano sempre delle sculture. Le donna avevano le braccia nervose che sembravano che erano fatte di marmo. Un'illustrazione di questo e nella sua pittura: Il Giudizio Universalef' Fra le sue pitture ci sono La Conversione di Paolo e La croci- iissione di San Pietro che si trovano nella Cappella Paolina. ' FRANCESCA CARADONNA uieta Notturna Mentre il sole s'addormenta E la luna chiara appare S'ode il vento un po, sofiare Ed il mare mormorare Gli uccelletti son mel nido E le piante, l'erbe e i fiori Sono immersi nel torpore Le campane della chiesa Suonan gia la mezzanotte Tutto il mondo sembra dormire Per non piu si risvegliare. F austo F alsetta 4-3 THOUGH communications may be vit- ally important to the heart of a nation. the average businessman would tum to carrier pigeons if he could but sam- ple the choice bits of conversational pieces that emerge into a switchboard operator's ear. Though the duration of my iob was brief, it left many mem- ories. If nothing else serves as an in- centive for my graduation. the thought of a switchboard fate will hasten my steps through the halls of learning. When you embark to the wilds of Manhattan on your first real i-ob, peo- ple smile and coo. Oh, you'll meet so many interesting people. Well, if it's true that personality is expressed most- ly in the voice as someone stated, I am content that most of my many aquaintances remain anonymous. Per- haps it is better for them not to have seen me also. for reasons that will be- come obvious. In Voiceways, the switchboard operator's standby Kas much so as Cashbox is to the iuke-box industry. according to Martin Block,J was a sore- ly needed article about telephone man- ners. CThough the only way the in- formation could reach those on the calling end would be by a process of osmosisJ It classified various species of telephone pests. Though some of mine were right at home there, most of them were in a class by themselves. The most common are those who think that you must be either sitting in- side the receiver or at least six feet away from it. Those who whisper think you are hard of hearing because you 44- TELEPHONE DAZE ELLEN KELLY can.'t hear them. and those who shout are sure of it and are trying to remedy the situation. Neither succeeds in be- ing understood very well. but they really don't care as their only concem is that you are not Mitzi the little brunette that was there all the while and what the heck happened to her? Politely refraining from stating that she was probably escorted from her switch- board, babbling incoherently in a type of iacket not sponsored by Harpers Bazaar. I dutifully promise to tell Mr. Bums that Ice from Iones G Dunn called. he knows my number. Since I am the lucky party to eventually call him back and I don't know his number, he probably won't get called. As I am by now somewhat indifferent to the matter. it is of no consequence to me if Mr. Bums loses an order and gains an ulcer. worrying over the iniustices of a capitalist society. Next come the conversationalists who think that you have nothing to do all day but exchange pleasantries with them. They begin each conversation with inquiries about the weather where you are. fabout three blocks away from where they arel. the health of your family. friends and fellow work- ers respectively, your taste in litera- ture, and, My, what a lovely time you must have iust chatting all day. Meanwhile the buzzers are sounding, lights blinking, and the mail arrives. With one hand you sort the mail. with the other answer the board, and with a pencil gripped between your knash- ed teeth. iot down memos for your employers. A lovely time. My favorites, are those who think I am Information Please. the Weather Bureau, Mr. Anthony, and the unofficial traffic cop for the New York City sub- way system all rolled into one. They want to know why PJ., D.L. and Ed Berry aren't there, and there should be some system whereby they are not all out to lunch at the same time. Though its my guess that there is probably such a system where my erstwhile caller hangs his hat at 9 a.m., and the only reason that he's disagreeable is because he's hungry and everyone else is out to lunch. Then there is the gentleman who was in last Thursday and wants to speak to the salesman he saw. Un- fortunately he doesn't remember his name but, he was sort of on the stout side, well maybe not too stout, and ..- MH V M s .y,.. about as tall as I am-no. not quite as tall. My antiquated firm has not yet installed television switchboards, so such gems of description are, alas. unappreciated. Last but not least are those who play guess who and who generally sound like fugitives from a Bogart picture. Either they never grew out of the Iun- ior G-Man stage, or sat through Knock On Any Door. too many times. I am not instilled with breathless awe by their gruff, threatening voices. Usually I am tempted to offer a cough drop to take care of the trouble, but business etiquette ,demands the voice with a smile, so whatever the cost, I smile. My fertile imagination can picture them at their bullet scarred desks. rain-coat collar turned up, as they bark into the receiver, is lim. gimme E.B. Since this means practically nothing to me, I am inclined to be unimpressed by Iim's importance. Apparently he thinks E.B. is impressed by it, and grofwls into the receiver a few more times for a realistic effect. But one consolation cheered me on through four hectic weeks. By acci- dentally pulling out the wrong plug. the power of disconnection was mine. 'M Illustration by Walter Stack 4-5 THE COLLEGE LEVEL EDNA REYNOLDS AT 'I'I'IE age of ten I said that girls shouldn't go to college. The family agreed. At the age of thirteen I said that girls should go to college. Grandpa agreed. At the age of fifteen college cata- logues started to flow into our house. Did you ever read a college cata- logue? It starts out with a beautiful de- scription of the schooL The University of Knowledge is situated on a high hill overlooking the beautiful lake of Mya- tzynd and the metropolitan city of Nowhere. It is only a short distance from both metropolitan and country life. The location is ideal for the stu- dent interested in the social and aca- demic aspects of college life. The college is only a short distance from all points. In a straight line the distance is short but what about the hills between? The shortest distance between two points is not a semi- circle. We then go on to the list of faculty members. You usually have never heard of any of them and from their appearance they don't care to hear about you either. The best part is yet to come. the tuition of the ideal voca- tion resort. Then we advance to the list of courses. All students who wish to take course 1176 must take the prerequisite course 973 which may be 4.6 altered with course 20 which requires that you have already taken course 1176 first. All clear? The statement simplified: You don't need to worry about college courses. you pick your maior and get what they give you. Since the post war period the adequate housing facilities mentioned in the catalogues are as likely to be quonset huts as women's or men's dormitories. The huts are only a half a mile from the college proper. The way to school is downhill but at the end of a long day there is the long trip home. Since I decided to go to college ad- vice has been pouring in. Take plenty of warm clothes it's 20 below up there in the winter. My grandmother. You know fresh- men have to wash dishes. clean the tables. make all the beds and scrub the floors. Please! It's not a womens' reformatory. Mother. You will get terribly home- sick. I doubt it. I've seen the list of things a college student has to do in their first few weeks. Register for classes, get your room ready. unpack your trunk. buy your books here. gym supplies on sale over there. you don't have time to be homesick. Father. Silence. Grandpa, College years will be the best years in your life. You will broaden your field of lmowledge and prepare yourself for a future career. When you start to work your chances of advancement will be better then for those who have not had as many educational advantages as you. You will become dependent on no one but yourself. There will be study, fun. and friends. I agree with you grandpa. That's why I'm going to college. SPEAKING OF FLYINC-3 SARA WEIS MAKING MY way through the hall. as best I could, I suddenly spied Mr. McClelland coming out of a classroom. I recalled having heard that he had spent last summer doing some volun- tary work at Mitchell Field and so I decided to speak to him about it. When I finally got to the other side ofthe hall. I began pleading with him until he re- luctantly told me that he had lunch- room patrol the fifth period. The next day. when I went in search of him I saw him standing in front of the Teachers' Lunchroom. I walked toward him and began plying him with questions. as soon as I was near enough to make myself heard. It seems that Mr. McClelland spent last summer at Mitchell Field. which is the headquarters of Continental Air Command. There he worked on a com- mittee to plan a course of study for the colleges which have the R.O.T.C. pro- gram. Mr. McClelland is highly in favor of this program and recommends the Air Scouts Program. to which high school students may belong during summer vacations. in preparation for pilot training as an Air Cadet. fThere's a tip for you boys interested in avia- tion.l Although Mr. McClelland doesn't fly. himself. and has no desire to learn of 185 the clainm to be too oldl he had some interesting experiences in planes. He told me about one incident when he was landing at the Pittsburg-Alle- ghany Air Field on the way back from Wright Field. with a C-47 below them. Unfortunately the pilot. Colonel Greg- ory dodn't know that it was there and began to lose altitude for a landing. The control Tower radioed him about its presence. Colonel Gregory swerved aside iust to avoid sitting down on it. However. he did say that he had a lot of respect for fliers. In spite of their highly technical training. they al- ways seem to have a carefree attitude which he admires. To the question. which is usually asked. namely whether planes will ever replace other types of transportation. he replied. People are still walking. Trains haven't replaced feet. L Mr. McClelland will never forget his first flight in a B-10 in 1934. It seems that his friend Bob Watson. who is a teacher of Mathematics at Hempstead High had quite an exciting experience. The pilot was just warming up the en- gines when someone opened a catch on a simple type of bombay door and lVIr. Watson tell through onto the run- Later he said that he way below. thought that the plane was already in the air. He wasn't really frightened. but nevertheless he spent the rest of the ioumey in a corner of the plane. refusing to move. Unable to dream up cmy more ques- tions and thinking it was about time to return to my English class. 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May they be inspired to utilize the tremendous potentialities oi science lor human welfare and. thereby. help to build a better world lor all. i??? '5 FIRST PLACE 1949 'X Ship's Crew SMH Editor-in-Chief ............ ................................. ..........,...., I a cqueline Emmerman Associate Editor ............ ...,,,..,,..,....,.,,,,,, M qrilyn Bandiero Composing Editor .AA...,....,...........,..,......... .,.A.......,.,...,,..,..,,,.,,....,,.,,.,4,,, B arbara Campbell Associate Composing Editors ,,.,,,,,,, ,...,,,,,,.A.,,. G loria Cosgrove, Ioan Scanlon Business Manager ......,...................,,....... ..................,,.,.....,......,..,.........,.....,............. S ara Weis Literary Marion Allweiss Ruth Blaut Ellen Kelly Carole Astrow Anne Marie Bruno Ioan Burnos Margaret Carin Ioan Cataldo Sally Cohen Audrey Ulrich Leslie Greenspan Service Aides Ioan Connolly Marion DiSimone Rosemary Duggan Wayne Finch Ioyce Hecht Rita Reinheimer Iarnes Maura Rose Menninger Anna Semple Ioan Sokolowski Yvonne Steadmcm Barbara Volk Art Ianet Brazenor Ioan Clock Edward Wilkinson Norman Brown Barbara Heller Raymond Sloane Anne Cosenza Alma Kelly Eugene Thompson Franklin Milby X XY' 6 Typists gf l Geraldine Castellano Adele Fay Mildred Hannon V X X Faculty Advisers ig! Literary and Business-Mr. Edward I. Clarke x lx , . I A .gl . ill : 3 'I ,xml I liff X xi L .Ir -- f ' Vit ldlm - 53 4 I Q fi . ' xx V -t C xyvf I 5 . Q 5 I . I 'NVQ X Af:-3 'yu ' AQ IQ-if I . I I'-'Y lit W Art-Mr. Robert E. Byrne .IOHN ADAMS HIGH SCHOOL, OZONE PARK, NEW YORK APRIL 1950 2 VOL. 10, NUMBER 3 WILLIAM A. CLARKE, Principal Ship's Manifest ncnozv TI-IE CHALLENGE-Ierome Bernstein ...44A44. 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Siilnxnsewx 1 N 1 , 4 L , On The Bridge THE ANCIENT Greeks knew of only four elements, air, land, fire and water. We who are alive in the twentieth century look back and smile knowingly at the early efforts of man to explain the mysteries of science. What then can we expect from science in the future? Shall the dull gleam from the metal of a space ship reflect the lights from the stars as it plummets through the stratosphere? Perhaps the time will come when the writings of H. G. Wells will no longer be science fiction but rather reality, and the conquest of space an easy thing. Living in the future should be a plastic paradise with homes and public buildings as representative ot the age in which they shall live. as the pyra- mids and Coliseum were representative of ages long past. As we advance. we realize that there is much we know little about and we are humble in the light of this realization. IACQUELINE EMMERMAN 5 The Challenge JEROME BERNSTEIN LOOKING BACK at the 20th century. now that it is over. it can be seen that international relations have run the gamut from the worst war the world has ever known to the peace and intemational harmony we know today. It was not always this way. Fifty years ago. in 1950. after com- ing through the most destructive war that man had ever known. the world was again preparing for war using as its principal weapon the very same one that had ended the last struggle. Nations were rushing to arm them- selves with this weapon that had changed the basic concepts of war. Now it would be possible to murder thousands of people simultaneously. But such was war with all its gory aspects. Nations were racing to produce as many of these bombs as possible. and international relations were at a standstill. Events were leading to an almost certain war. and then all at once. the world was informed that the United States had perfected a new and more terrible type of bomb. Americans and the rest of the free world rejoiced feeling that now. no country would .dare to start a new war. The other nations of the world started a frantic rush to perfect a bomb similar to that of the Americans. The Americans. also realizing that it would be a short time until two powers would again have equal 6 strength, resolved to do something to insure peace before the other nation perfected this bomb and again threatened the world with war. A meeting was called in America to de- cide upon a course of action. For a number of days they deliberated in secrecy finally arriving at a plan which was immediately set into action. In the grey light of dawn a number of scientists were assembled on the same desert which a few years be- fore had witnessed another explosion and the beginning of another epic. Precisely on schedule there was a tremendous flash of light: all was quiet as in a vacuum. and then suddenly the air was rent by explosion. the like of which has not been heard since. This was the first explosion of the super-bomb. Now there was a cloud of atomic dust mushrooming rapidly into the air which periodically emitted flashes of light accompanied by dull explosions. The people of the world came to realize their almost certain doom if another war were to break out. and as had been expected the U.N. was set into action making new laws and decrees outlawing the bomb and at the same time effectively outlawing war. Now in the year 2000 we are living in a world in which war has become extinct. and we will continue to live indefinitely in lasting peace and har- mony because the world has come to realize that a peaceful way of settling differences between nations is the only way of permanently settling them. WHAT POINT of manners, of morals, of economy, of philosophy, of religion. of taste, of the conduct of life, has he not settled? What mystery has he not signified his knowledge of? What office, or function, or district of man's work, has he not remembered? What king has he not taught state, as Talma taught Napoleon? What maiden has not found him finer than her delicacy? What lover has he not outloved? What sage has he not outseen? What gentleman has he not instructed in the rudeness of his behavior? These lines by the renowned Emerson constitute the best descrip- tion of William Shakespeare that I have ever come across. Shakespeare has fulfilled all of these references, but he was also a man. He was a man and an artist of the highest de- gree. The men and women around him whether they were of high or low standards, were to him, as a text- book is to a student, and he studied them and fr-om them derived an edu- cation so precious, that few people have ever equaled it. Why is it that Shakespeare's works are famous the world over? Well, this is because of his down-to-earth plots. When he wrote Romeo and Iuliet, he wrote about love, a world-wide p h e n o m e n o n. Equally true, in Othello, he wrote about hate and jealousy. In Hamlet, we find hypo- cracy, murder and iealousy. In Mid- summer Night's Dream he had fairies, who fascinate everyone whether they call them leprechauns, nymphs. pixies, , ,, Ben .lonson's Friend ROSE MENNINGER gremlins or what have you. In Iulius Caeser we find murder, jealousy, con- tempt plus many other emotions. With such characters as Feste of Twelfth Night and Falstaff of the Henry plays and Merry Wives of Windsor, Shakespeare depicted that merry and comical element that flows through life. He also wrote some interesting historical dramas such as his Henry plays. Yes, Shakespeare wrote about things significant to us all, because they are, for the m-ost part, familiar to us all. It is evident that Shakespeare did not treasure his works as anything extraordinary, b ec ause he never attempted to preserve them. This, I think, is admirable in his character. That he was a humble person is here- in demonstrated and is further illus- trated by the admiration he gained from his contemporaries. It is evi- dent, however, tha.t Shakespeare real- ized when his work started to de- crease in quality, for he stopped while still under fifty. Un.like Goethe, Beethoven, Scott and others he didn't try to keep on writing when this sym- tom appeared., Shakespeare was, is and shall con- tinue to be a great man, because he was an artist to the furthest extent. He dedicated his life to an art, and not to gaining fame to feed his ego. 7 529 Except Humans MARION ALLWEISS WHENEVER WE think of penicillin. antibiotics. and sulfanilamide. nat- urally we think of them as miracle drugs. They are those wonderful products of modern science which have saved countless lives-that is human lives. However. did you ever think of the living things on the other side of the fence? Did you ever think of the effect of these powerful medicines on the defenseless little germs. who through no fault of their own. live in the human body? As you know. one can stand so much and no more. When the little germs saw that the situation was growing worse and that the hateful medicines were giving them no mercy whatsoever. they decided to take some action. As they usually do in such emer- gencies. they all congregated at Montgomery Measle's house. Mont- gomery was a very prominent mi- crobe. as well as president of the Union. This Union, the ABVMGAA OPQEHI. was an extremely power- ful one. If you would ask Mont- gomery what the initials of his union stand for, he would scratch his little head. blink his eyes and say. Why it's the Amalgamated Brotherhood of Viruses. Mi- ss? f Ti - 4 f i gt fif- XAQEW an iw, 'fb 1 n' , , ,.zs'l M ' 'S' ily r -31: -sux: 2 Zi' ,. .V '. - its-f gg.. : -X , X As.-, 5 ,, - s-as Xa 3 .sr U-f 4, ,, f ' , '31 ' .4 '? qci 'csv-ff' Wrc :. X ,- ,.,-fs ' 1 L3 I . ' 4 5. ,. E NRE? -115' X ss? 'fsfj V JY 2 . , fm -- crobes. Germs And All Other Parasites CExcept Humansl. But. of course. he would add. we call it the 'EH' for short. Montgomery immediately called a meeting of the Board of Directors. How- ever. they were very cautious, and did not wish to call a strike until the matter had been fully investigated. It would be a very serious step if the strike were called. for without bac- teria the human body could not func- tion. Antiseptics do not discriminate between useful and harmful bacteria. so that their only weapon would be to go on strike which. naturally. would include the bacteria which are beneficial to humans. Montgomery Measle had been faced with such crises before. Maintaining his com- posure. he decided to go on an in- vestigating tour. He instructed his secretary. Suzie Sinus. to accompany him so that she could take notes if they came across anything important. As they stepped out. Montgomery hailed a red corpuscle. a member of the Upper Left Arm Taxi Company. After they had settled themselves com- fortably, he gave directions to cruise slowly through the blue stream. As they were passing Lymph Node SW they saw little Timmy Typhoid swim- ming frantically down the vein. Why, he looks as if he's in trouble. Suzy exclaimed. Then. noticing the horrible white corpuscle pursuing him relentlessly. she cried out in terror. Timmy Typhoid drew away from them as they reached out to help him. Don't touch me. he cried. I think I've caught a little penicillin. Suzy and Montogomery were horri- fied as they realized that their worst fears had materialized: their two ene- mies. the white corpuscles and peni- cillin. had teamed up against them. However. Timmy Typhoid's misfortune had caused the situation to take on an urgent aspect. Now there was no alternative. The EH must strike! Once the decision had been made. arrangements were quick to follow. The first step was to call off the bac- teria of the Digestive System. With- out them. the human body could not digest its food and eventually it would starve. Even though this seemed to be the most effective point of attack. the action caused Montgomery a bit of anxiety. For, if the body would starve. so would the microbes who de- pend on it for food. It was anyone's guess as to which side would succumb first. Meanwhile the body was weakening steadily. It was starving slowly. and the hungry rumbles of the stomach caused many a sleepless night for the microbes. The toll among the bacteria was great. They became so weak that they no longer had the desire to float along on their red corpuscles gazing at the colorful scenery inside the arteries or veins. They used to find great pleas- ure in setting traps for the wily white corpuscles, but now they had barely enough energy to talk to each other. Morale was sinking steadily. There was some talk of strike-breaking among the viruses whose iob it was to aid any stray germs which might penetrate the lungs. 'l'hey were com- plaining that they missed the pleasant dampness of the lungs. and that the air they had been forced to breathe since the strike was giving them rheumatism. Still the cold war lasted. Montgom- ery knew that any day now he could expect a revolt among the germs. His main antagonist was the United Organization of Bacteria, whose rep- resentatives had been bribing his men with promises of higher wages if they would return to work. The U.O.B. was accused of Communist affiliations. but the men were continually disre- garding the red tape and joining them. Then one day news came. The humans had decided to give in. They had come to the conclusion that they would rather chance being sick than starve. With all the merciless drugs called off, Montgomery and his friends were free to carry on their lives in comfort. There was much rejoicing in this land dominated by microbes. for their hero. Montgomery Measle. had proved that-well, anyway. they were 6 I , A Qi' Q 1 :ferr 45, very happy. fm' K It 1 t 3 Ifgvg,fi '-if 9 X r, .5 T74 :- f Ili: 57' ,ff L fl T , K ve - X .wif nl' K 1 I ! ' 3 1 f i'fl .,.., . ' 247 :s - O Su rvlval JACQUELINE EMMERMAN HER HAND reached out and touched the bright plastic of the chair. The light which seemed to float over the room was like a blue grey fog, which issued forth from the comers of the room, sending deep shadows racing over the walls. She sat there, brood- ing, silent. The only evidence of the wind which shrieked as it tore about the house, was the slight rustling mo- tion of the heavy looking curtains at the windows. The form which was sunk deep in the soft cushions, was that of an old woman whose angular face was seamed with age, and whose grey eyes were bright and startled looking in her worn face. It had been a long time since she had allowed herself to think back, and now, as the thoughts raced across the sounding board of her mind she was drawn into a whirlpool of doubt. It had started in Germany in 1932. Crowds of students had filled the cobbled streets of Untergarten and every main thoroughfare had its self- appointed orator who screamed out curses and half truths to the eager ears of the red faced men seated under the trees. Steins lifted in salute and, as the m-onths passed. they changed to rifles and leather covered fists. She had been luckier than her neigh- bors. She had taken the dishes from their aged wooden shelves, packed her few coarse woolen pieces of clothing, and at the age of 65 had shut up her house and dared the voyage across the Atlantic. Helger, her youngest daughter. had 'IO welcomed her mother into the house on Dorchester street. Here in this small Massachusetts town, Mathilde had found the contrasting surround- ings a comfort and the years had shown her, as no amount of propa- ganda could have done, that she was indeed lucky in having the privilege of coming to America. But now her mind was once again taking her back over the wind tossed waves to the cobbled streets and aged wooden houses whose roofs almost met over the street below, and it was upon these roofs in the summer that the women set out large bowls of flowers. so that if you were to stand on the roof of a comer house and look about you it seemed as though the build- ings were one large flower garden, a continuous riot of vivid blues, yellows, and reds. Her country had been through a terrible period of its history and she had run away, forsaking it when she should have been firm and waited until the deluge had spent itself. Now the people would be faking up the remains of their lives. The men who had survived would sit again in front of Straussvie1er's Inn and when the sun was a huge orange-petaled daisy in the western sky, they would talk and remember. When those who had followed the advancing banner of the Nazi's re- turned to their towns and villages, there must be people waiting to help them regain their pride and forget the teachings of the radicals. These must be the real Germans: and Ma- thilde would be there. The Poachecl Egg DEAR FRAN, I have so much to tell you. Last night when I got home, Papa really gave it to me for staying out so late. I couldn't tell him what I was really doing. But, gee whiz, I hope that old Mrs. Whats-her-name didn't see us. If she told Pa. he wouldn't let me go out for a month. You know the way he is. Mom didn't say a word. I told her everything and she said that' I shouldn't worry. She says that I should humor him. So. this morning I came down extra early to make the coffee 'cause if there's anything Pa likes. it's fresh coffee when he gets up. Then when he came down, I gave him a great big smile and said. Good morning so pleasantly that I actually surprised myself. I guess he thought I was going to ask him for some money because he looked at me aw- fully suspicious like. Then Ma ioined us. By this time I had the table set cmd. Fran, this was the first time in the history of the United States of America that the Ienkens had had the table set for breakfast. From sheer embarrassment. I dared not look at Mom and Dad. Finally I got up enough courage to find out what kind of eggs my family wanted. Pa looked at Ma, shrugged his shoulders and then announced Poached Eggs, yes I think I'll have poached. And you, Aggie ? Why poached, also, Ma said. Fran. do you remember when we were in BB together and once in cooking we pre- pared poached eggs? And do you remember what happened? Me, out ot everybody in the class. had to break the eggs and go to the principal. Anyway, there I was. My only thought was, to poach, or not to poach. Gee! Do you think I'1l ever be another Hamlet? I went to the cup- board for the eggs and luck was with me. There weren't any. I put on my ln sympathy expression and related the sad tale to the folks. Ma, seeing how forlom I looked. said hold every- thing and she'd be back in a minute. Meanwhile. Pa sat twiddling his thumbs. Finally Ma came back. On her hand sat an egg, a little white egg. See, she declared. I got it down the road from Clara iust for you, Pa. Slowly I put some water into a pan and placed it on the stove. I picked up the egg and started talking to it quietly. Please, egg. please be good and cook just the way Pa likes you. Here, let me break you in half. Into the pot you go. Gee! I hope this is what I'm supposed to do with you. Ooh. look at that water bubbling all around you. Then. Fran, I took' it out and treated it just like a king. I put it on a plate and I noticed Pa's scowl van- ishing. In fact. he was practically smiling. I guess it won't matter much what happened last night. Pa will get over it. Anyway. he shouldn't have been standing behind the door when Bertram brought me home from the barn dance. Maybe Pa realized that when he was our age and he left Ma at her doorstep, he wouldn't leave without his goodnight kiss. 'Til Tomorrow, IANIE The Legend of the Scarf 1 ' ..,,, - 5 Y 4,329,- gsg Q., QI- N fp1, h255-EQ Y, -, :-452 'A fx 6 SMX? as hu XS IR px' NJ F1 w gfwfzeseq. in-:A JV 2 4. x.,,w, I - .-. sez. . at s ' fl . -.1-'Ls rf , 55. . fr i. 1 s eff-.,-f liz? 1x . ' r S ., -. , 'L .. .4 lg:-5 L , 12 ew. f- rw- gs : -5 . 'e Xe, i- 1 2,5 ..c4f2.2a:4' ' 5. 25 5 1 ' '::a::. 1 'ENV' 7' 5255 fg ft . ,J x EQFHQI? 5 7: -- is .:x..I:, 1 2 ' ' -.t.., . 54 I :QL R L jfemw-sag E Af F M 22 ? fax-A 1 ' K ff- Q Us .rf -7 - ff H 'ri-'T . 1 .Sy W 5' -qi - . 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Only doubts were raised that haunting night, And none could be assured that what had been Had really been and not just sounds of wind. But going from the scene one farmer chanced To spy a tattered scarf upon the rail. He thought, then walked away, the scarf in hand. And on his way returning home that night He fell upon a stone, and lay there, still. Till, when the morning light shone through the trees Some passing travelers saw him lying there And in his hand the scarf clenched tight to him. But later on f when he was laid to rest j The man who dressed him looked upon his hand And saw in it the same small tattered scarf That recently had caused the dead man's thoughts To turn to one old tale his mother told Uf some long piece of cloth from nether worlds That seemed to bear the soiled hands of Hades Where it was woven, to be left at last With some poor mortal living on this earth Upon whose soul there was a shadow cast. 9 Now, in an alley in between two shops There was C upon a heap of ashes there J The tattered scarf, that cast a luminescence And seemed to say, What am I doing here Upon a throne of ashes, dusty-white, Just to be blown through endless atmosphere Or maybe to be mixed with tired land? What station this, that I have come to rest Ignominously in oblivion? I, Who in many years gone past Have lived upon the throne at Satanis right And flown upon the wings of tortured souls To any place I wished and any realm C Except wherein there stays His Eminence J My master sent me in to do my work. Why then should I be cast upon a world That I have never served to any good? Well they shall see, I will be dutiful Until my threads are finally but dust To scatter on the winds of evil deeds. And now there passed a tiny girl in black A daughter of the farmer just deceased Who seemed an easy prey for Satan's sting. And noticing his cloth upon the heap He caused a wind to grow and carry of His scarf of tattered red and lay it down Upon the ground the girl would walk upon. She picked it up and thought with innocence, What cloth is this I hold. It seems alone, unwanted in this world. Pll take it home perhaps to make a dress my doll can wear When it gets bitter cold? She tucked it ,neath the broad black belt she wore So none could tell she carried 'aught but black And with the mourning march she then went down To where her father f in his final sleep Q Would rest forever and be well content For he had been a virtuous man in life, And 'twas no fault of his he touched the scarf That brought to all who touched it tragedy. And when the services were at an end The girl knelt down and softly prayed to God That she could know the causes of his death M J' - as 91' Q ff uff f' I 1 7 V xms. su! 5 'R' N M W Q I fgxf Ai 19 ,1 4 GEM 41 . f' ,, diff? f ,L ,-5. ,' - I 0 ,.,4,ff,.:f.-:a .4 Z-:-1-'Jw-.44 .sp-,ff.1,w,.: W . 'gow jfyauv-Q21 .-ssc-gffaf,7514a22f14-'fz.2- viarfwiv ff g ,igtfsgifgfgedigiwqe I-ig'-wz3,21cf.gHV-gqgq.5g.f1+2f'f' ,3. y',74ag2,4p,-fg,g.,pg.3: ..., .mi ,, 4. .. 1 . i , ,.41f'- Mr -' 4.11 ..m:s.1.nnih,..,.,, X if-g-:2',--:f1'-1--:mia .i1:i:2Z7ffgXg,!..gMm .- ' ff ' '-5.-31.121 f.,,-- gg-.5 f A 5-H . -'.'i .--g5j 7,y1'.y1' .51- 4 r ef.. 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Then of a sudden came an unseen force That tore her belt apart from round her waist Dropping the cloth and making it to fall Upon the father's grave, where instantly It was consumed behind a shield of light And none could ever tell to where it went. And at an unseen signal all was calm. The thunder stopped, the rain ceased now to fall. The Lord had looked upon a child's prayer And put an end to some of Satanis work. 'Tis well remembered, 'specially in spring When all things beautiful commence to grow. When birds return to brighten up the fields And lend their songs to many friendly ears, And trees give shade to tired country boys Whose lazy dispositions put them there Beneath the broad grey limb hung overhead. ,Tis well remembered by the people near The area wherein the legend grew, And every Sunday eve they peal the bells So that the echoes coming out the hills Can reach the Lord more quickly and give thanks For answering a child long since gone, And giving back the gentle happiness That comes when some great evil's been destroyed Never to return to Earth again. c-il! Y 4.13 - . A. V- .-A rr ' 9 and . A Q . Y . mx,11,'N',,ellrr 4 D Q Q- V lltii ig' Below Decks MARILYN BANDIERO SWIFTLY. silently. the ship traveled through space. its brightly painted sides reflecting the afternoon sun. Within. a short brunette worked sil- ently on a piece of paper while others. their heads protected by helmets waited for her. their leader. to speak. Carefully they tumed in their ear- phones and miraculously though her lips did not move her thoughts car- ried themselves upon the airwaves to the surrounding people. The dead- line is Friday. I want all copy in. Then she went back to her work. Throughout the ship the staff members heard the message. Sara in her sec- tion of the space ship heard the mes- sage and returned to work on her machines that were figuring out the teachers' accounts. Wayne in the printing room heard it and went back to inking the plates. The typists Ierry. Adele. and Millie heard it then retumed to work with renewed vigor. In the main reading room where the editors were working Ellen said. Shall I read this? Gloria said en- thusiastically. lf you have to. The story was strange. one of things called automobiles who lived in brick houses. When it was finished Ruthie said. How quaint. you must have done quite a and of people bit of research. The author nodded and the discussion was continuing when Bobby came running in from the engraving studio. Come quickly. something is wrong with the engrav- ing board. The three loans went with her and Peggy was sent to find Mr. Clarke. Marion having heard the excitement came in to find out what was wrong. leaving the ship complete- ly on its own. We realized this a few seconds later when the Clipper Air Ship made a sharp right turn and started to lose altitude. Fear para- lyzed us all momentarily. as we thought of what would happen if we flew into a planet or something. With quick thinking. which is unusual for him. Leslie ran forward and took over the controls. The ship straightened out and Mr. Clarke. came forward. Holding his helmet in his hand and looking very sad he glanced from one to the other of us. then slumped into a chair. To this day he still is not used to the change of air found when leaving the atmosphere. Iay looking smart in green plastic brought him a glass of H20 and not until his normal coloring had returned did we get back to the meeting. The quaint story was accepted and sent to Iames. who was helping Wayne with the printing. and our work con- tinued. Towards dusk we turned our air ship towards home and dinner. all feeling proud of the work we had accomplished that day. 15 il:- Amgibfqlfni f t. ig:-45,51 S:-gui: w 1,75 'CC vii 1? 1' 'fi' ,il .fx .,Y,l,f:' X k 'L l- LET'S TAKE a walk through one of the cluttered narrow streets. The odor is sickening as it goes up your nostrils and seeps its way into your brain. A short distance away is an old brown- stone house marred by age and destructive children. As you walk up the stairs, y-ou can't help but notice how weak these old boards are. As you open the door and walk inside an eerie sound greets your ear, as you notice the door is rusty and needs an oiling. I.et's walk up the stairs, if can can call them stairs, and into a narrow hall cluttered with milk bottles. In this house live three fam- ilies. Let's enter the first apartment. There are two small rooms in this apartment and in these two rooms live a woman and her two sons, their ages thirteen and fifteen. She stands by the sink piled high with dirty dish- es as she talks to one of her sons. George, I won't have any son of mine hanging out with those no-good boys down the street. It's a disgrace having to miss a day's pay to get you out of jail. What will the neighbors think? If your father was alive you'd get a good beating, but then if he was alive we wouldn't have to live in this dump. I'm just too tired to lift a finger to punish you. Well, have you anything to say? Don't start shouting at me, mom, 'cause I'll see those boys down the street anytime I want to and nobody is going to stop me. This is a common scene and it al- ways winds up with George storming out of the house and not returning 16 The Brownstone JOYCE SCHMIDT till after two. His mother tries hard to keep their family together, but she has to work, so she can't be home watch- ing George. Now we're entering apartment two, it also has two rooms. But unlike apartment one, it has a happy fam- ily. In it live a husband, a wife and a daughter. There is always a feel- ing of friendliness in this tiny apart- ment. They were forced to move here because of high rents but they have never regretted their decision. The family is tied together with cords of trust and love and not even the over-turned milk bottles in the hall can break them. Now for our last visit, to apartment three, it also has two rooms. In it lives a man in his early thirties. No one knows much about him. He just comesand goes like a squirrel climb- ing a tree, jumping at each noise. Some say he is studying to be a great violinist for at night soft notes of en- chanting music flow from his apart- ment. But now that we've finished our lit- tle trip we must be getting along home, past the bottles in the hall, down the creaking stairs, through the squeaking door and out into the stale air, sat- urated with the odor of musty news- papers. You walk quickly away from the old brownstone house, but you know you'll never forget your visit there. Pit 'n Podium JOAN SCANLON EVERY GENERATION has produced an artist of outstanding ability-some in the musical world. some in the ar- tistic world, and others in the fields of science. This generation has pro- duced the remarkable Ezio Pinza. whose change from a Metropolitan Opera star to a musical comedy star is without parallel. The story of this remarkable person begins in Rome. Italy, where Ezio Pinza was bom on May 18, 1892. the youngest son of seven children. His father. a lumber dealer, had hopes of making his son a civil' engineer. but engineering proved .distasteful to the boy and he abandoned the idea entirely. In his seventeenth year. Pinza became a professional cyclist entering cross country competitions, and it was one day immediately after a race. while he was taking a shower. that from exuberance, he burst into song. A friend over-heard him and encouraged him to study singing. He considered seriously the suggestion of his friend and when he was 18 he studied under Ruzzo. Then when Ruzzo died, he en- tered the Balogna Conservatory as a pupilof Vezzani. Pinza's studies were temporarily in- terrupted by the war, and he became a member of the Italian artillery. fight- ing in the Alps. Came the end of the war. Ezio returned to music. and made his debut. It was in Milcm, where he sang for three years, that he first became fa- mous for his versatility and fine mu- sicianship. When. in 1924, Toscannini featured the world premiere of Ne- rone by Boita, an event of great mu- sical importance in Europe, he chose Pinza for the principal role. Ezio Pinza was soon engaged in the Metropolitan Opera House, and his American debut took place in 1926. He was well praised by the critics, and was spoken of as. A ma- iestic figure onthe stage: a bass of superb sonority and impressivenessf' However. Pinza's fame rests not on- ly in singing, but includes acting also. as was seen in South Pacific. He is one of the most versatile singers, and has adapted himself with marvelous ease to the varying Styles of German. French and Russian operas. He has appeared successfully in a variety of operas from Die Meistersinger to Don Giovanni, Aida, and Tristan und Isolde. Ezio has many pastimes: photog- raphy, every type of sport. among them skiing, and bike riding. His pet hobby is a collection of Roman poison rings. Superstitions: he believes that Fri- day and the number I3 are lucky for him. His only good luck charm is a battered doll, which is his mascot wherever he goes: and which contin- uously decorates his dressing room at the spew. Perhaps his belief iii this charm has brought him luck, as he is the envy of every operatic star who is desirous of dupli- cating his achievements. He has opened a new field not considered before by artists of his type. and will. no doubt. be imitated by many other such artists in future years. L 'AW gf - 'A 17 9 R 2 i sin 3, ,X - .-'.' rf-iff' 1-- nxi ' -E fi:::::,f Q W f --gc.-sm. s N agp' Jfe:i:5E:g5i., v . x .Bn 1553.141 ' , e , ,s we ,, '- xgav' .539 Q.. IFTWX . 1 X NX - Iris r .0 44 1 5 l111.si,S y 3 4 s 3' if x S'X -, :Q ' 'Qs-3.4-5 ,ssiggsf av Ship's Library MARION ALLWEISS A WRITER is first of all an articulate man. If he has articulated as well as he can and put upon paper some measurable approximation to his con- ception, he has that good which . . . is the most lasting satisfaction that can come to his kind. It is the occupa- tional happiness of creative artist and skillful mediocrity alike. These words, written by Henry Seidel Canby, are, after you have re- read them, clearly indicative of the distinguished author's feelings about that subtle, fine and complex art called writing. In Mr. Canby's essay Why Write? . he explores further the impulses that cause a man to write. His extensive article can be summed up in one of his own sentences, which explains why an author should write not only for love, but also for money. Without an audience, he properly re- mains inglorious, because as a writer he is only half a man. Perhaps you wonder why I devote so much space to Mr. Canby's works, when the book Writing for Love or Money is so full of such equally valu- able sources of information. This book is an anthology of articles on the subject of why authors write and how, which have appeared in the Saturday Review of Literature. Nor- man Cousins, who is the editor of this magazine, consequently edits this new and informative book. Anyone who has thought seriously of a writing ca- reer will want some special enlight- enment from the men and women who are themselves the creators of con- temporary literature. This book is the answer to such a search. 18 We have all heard of Pearl Buck. the noted author, whose books gen- erally deal with the Chinese people. Mrs. Buck's advice to an unborn nov- elist is that he should write in most part about that which he knows best, in her case, China. Another point that brings this out is the assertion by Mrs. Buck that every person writes about people or events which have their origin in real life, even though it is common knowledge that a novel, by rights, should be entirely fictional. However, Mrs. Buck contends that this is impossible, and that each figure which we characterize in a story has some connection, however vague, with an actual person. It is a very difficult task, indeed, to cram into one short page all the praise that this book warrants. It is a gold mine of valuable information to hope- ful writers, in addition to iust plain good reading. Alice Dalgleish has written an excellent article on writ- ing for children, for which she is so well known. This anthology contains pieces on editorial work, on book reviewing and editing, on verse, on biography, on science and on col- umn writing. In a few cases, such as that of Thomas Wolfe and VV. Somer- set Maugham, the authors have de- scribed in sharp and memorable cle- tail the step-by-step development of a story. These contributions are in- valuable to any writer who intends to make a living by his pen. It would be appropriate to finish with this quote from an article by Norman Cousins, the competent edi- tor. Our only advice is this: keep your eyes open and be yourself. The eginning ANNASEMPLE THUNDER crashed above the speed- ing car. The rain was coming down faster and harder now. beating the young trees to the ground. Although it was three o'clock in the afternoon. one would have thought it was night. The bright headlights of the car searched the slippery road and guided the driver. The large oak trees added a touch of gloom to the dreary day. Inside the car. Roy tumed the switch of his heater on. He was chilled to the bone and the constant dripping of water through the roof did not ease the matter any. On the seat beside him. the circle ot water grew He had paid larger with each drip. S37 a 'week ago for the new seat covers. but he didn't seem to mind the dark circle of water. growing wider and wider. However, the tap. tap of the windshield wiper began to annoy him. He turned on the radio. Soft at first. then loud. to drive all stray thoughts from his mind. He con- centrated on the man's speech for awhile. then turned to another station. The soft strains of, Meet Me Tonight in Dreamland filled the car. A mood came over him that filled him with tenderness for Anne. At their first dance together they had danced 'til midnight to that very song. But if he were late today she would be angry with him. He didn't like to think of Anne being angry with him. He felt a strange kind of hurt deep down inside of him. He wanted to do so much for Anne ........ The clock on the dashboard had jumped another ten minutes. He glanced nervously at the pool of water. edging closer to his new serge suit. He was proud of this suit. In fact he was proud of his entire ap- pearance today. When he awoke this moming he had looked a long time at the neat, blue suit hanging on the back of his bedroom door. He had picked it out himself and felt as smug about it as a thirteen year old kid. He had chosen his tie with an eye toward proper color combinations. and polished his shoes with extreme care. The road before him divided and he chose the one going east. Soon he came to a rather shabby neighbor- hood. where the houses stood poor. but proud. His car came to a halt as the green light. overhead. flashed red. During the next two minutes he sat tapping his foot. softly but impatiently. As the light changed again, he sped ahead of the other cars. On turning the next corner. he watched a small white church slowly come into full view. He noted. somewhat with dis- may, that there were no laughing crowds standing outside. He pulled his car to a slow stop. and jumped out. In five leaps he made it to the church steps and went inside. To the right was a door. through which he could hear muffled voices, some of which he recognized. He did not wish to see them just now. and turning, he saw the pastor. Two attendants came and pushed open the double doors. Anne and her father slowly walked down the aisle. People tumed to look at the young. radiant face of the bride and the dignified man walking stately at her side. Solemnly. Roy took the hand of his bride. 19 in Q W Q EW' it Ma 3 W X llvx l Y .at of 1 l 5' il p lb x i 3 'ia -av 'F 4 lifnf 'jig 3 Wa N W. Qt.. 'Yfifr fl' ' I NN .ttf-'s-..- Mg53.fQ'JF.5L' 163:27-liif Milf ' l -0 Q, -:.a1af:- -f W ' '-'Q-ce's?1f:1 .-liig' 1 W ,, H' J, .Film ' 2 5 V '..-12.-253, 4, A. . -V , in W in f f f ,, t 1 fggiffrftxtuv -' 'X ' H Q . ,L N , 4- t 4'l 1 .gp s. - ' 'cl . 1 , -.. .- I - 5: 'Tiki ' -Li -NQ ff,-if 'l.l xxwx A, ' .:,3z-ffzj F lgmlt.. '- 'Jl v I KU- ' f-451221 ,ql X Eieaaiif'-' t - tl' Al. l:.i:::-pil: I ,T lx L 11 1--i.l,,s In 0 ' Wt: 1 i 'uf!ii -.o ':-.. h eww .r ggi?-, V lil , 4 . VL.: .Tvgg:,. ph 'll-:ziggy -2226 ' tiff? f tw E22i'.3-t!.2.e::- 1- :FW in L. ' , 23 '- Q., 1 lv- wt: , 'Q' I' f v v, 11 11 '17 H-Q .mf ,ggfvl W on -N. A I ff M NS-S'ei:t .w.5 t ' ' l v ' v I f 1 V 4' 4 l -1 ' Q l , u . X ft 4 THE MUSIC floated across the room in little dancing notes. The figure on the stage was a lone one: a tiny bal- lerina making her debut. She was wearing a dress of gossamer white with gold as finely threaded as a spi- der's web. On her feet were white bal- let slippers that laced up a pair of very trim legs. Her body was very petite and her entire appearance was one of delicacy. As she whirled and pirouetted. it seemed as if her feet scarcely touched the ground. I couldn't help thinking how happy a girl as lovely and talented as she must be. Then she turned toward me and I was shocked at the expression on her face. It was one of complete depression. I started at this sight. for it semed so peculiar to a person of her position. Some unseen force kept telling me that I must meet this girl. speak to her. know her. Then. sud- denly. it happened. Her dance was finished. She had fallen to her last position. never to rise again. But in the next moment I saw her face. look- ing as if she were happy to have com- pleted her dance. 20 Gleanings I look at that girl every day now. and I always see her with that same smile. Even so. I never see her dance anymore. as she is no longer a star. She stands atop her stage motionless. for you see. now my music box is broken. AUDREY ULRICH AS THE SUN started to disappear beneath the horizon. clouds turned pink. blue. and then gray. Slowly these colors faded into the now deep blue sky. Tinted stars rapidly ap- peared before my eyes. As I stared at them they seemed to be different colors. but most of them were a sil- very white. I looked wonderingly at the sky. then the crickets and katy- dids started their night song. Their music seemed to herald the ap- proaching of the moon. I watched. and like a great ball of white silver. the moon slowly started its nightly ascent into the evening sky. Long wide fingers of light touched every .dark object and tumed the sleeping countryside into a magic fairyland. The once ragged meadows and hills were now clothed in a clear white light. Shadows that were un- known obiects were now revealed as bushes and plants. The moon sil- houetted the bare branches of the autumn trees making them resemble lace work. There the night owl flew to his home after a successful night's hunt. Slowly the night's strange yet peaceful sounds filled the absorbing silence. BARBARA VOLK SPRING IN the mountains is an un- forgetable sight. Sap rising. shoots of grass coming up. beavers repair- ing dams. birds building coon-dogs baying at the all add to the sounds heralding spring. Deep in where green leaves are nests. and full moon. and signs the woods. iust push- ing through. bears are crawling from the caves after their long winter sleep. Their ribs look like slats where the fat. that kept them alive during the winter. has melted away. As one stretches. a small ground squirrel crosses his path. Lazily. almost resentfully he swipes his paw at it. At night when the moon rises and throws its silvery light everywhere. you can see the raccoons washing down by the river. Birds snuggle in pairs in their nests. and dogs baying down by the river trailing a raccoon. The moon glinting on the flower's dew. gives an aspect of pearls in clumps against a yellow. blue. and purple background. At davsm by the creek. which has been swollen by the thaw. wild flowers throw a rich carpet of color on the brown forest floor. The tiny tracks of beavers meeting and go- ing olf together all tell of romance brought on by spring. Spring. high in the hills of Tennessee. WAYNE FINCH COULD I trust my eyes to believe what I saw? For suddenly. you know. a grand and beautiful mountain had come into view. It was not iust a reg- ular one. but this had a large base of chocolate ice cream with its upper peaks covered with clouds of white whipped cream. The streams of syrup that poured from the cherry cave on top. ran steadily over the banana banks and into the large glassy lake at its foot. With this an eager youngster began to explore its wonders. allow- ing a few sweet .drops to fall on me. the old candy store counter. DOROTHY MANSEY HAVE YOU ever watched the sun set from a high cliff? The endless. red-gold rays illuminate a path across the al- most still water. At the horizon. the sky and water meet to form a deep purple line. Porpoises. adding to the beauty. leap i.nto the air with the gracefulness of ballet dancers. Then. the sun itself. a gold-rimmed ball. gradually sinks in- to a pocket in the sky until it is com- pletely hidden. IUNENAPPO : W if 1' C WXQ 'ofa e e s-lf lf I JJ 5 X .A -- - RUMERMRBA 21 Tomorrow's Yesterday SARA WEIS A TALL angular boy sat quietly in the projection room of his home. He seemed intent upon reading the news which had been preserved on micro- film for almost a century. The article was dated February 7, 1950. and it was a long expose on the dangers of the hydrogen bomb and the pos- sible resulting devastation. Murray didn't recall ever having heard any- thing about a hydrogen bomb and so he thought of asking his great grand- father about it later. He went on reading and soon saw something about peacetime uses of atomic energy. although the author seemed to feel that these would never be developed. Here he was finally on familiar ground. Murray vaguely remembered references that had been made about war time uses of the atom. but in 2025 A.D. atomic energy was used exclusively for peace. The only thing that Murray knew about war was the motion pictures that he saw at school and the vague memories that his great grandpar- 22 ents had. It had been decided long ago that war was really a waste of time when the intellect of brilliant sci- ientists could be used to make the world a better place. And so instead of armament races each country tried to out-do the other in finding ways to make life easier and pleasanter. But let's get back to Murray and see how he spends his day. People aren't really eating capsules and fly- ing to Mars, but life is much simpler. Children are still going to school and they can still think of a million things that they would rather do. And adults are still hoping for some miracle by which their work will be done for them. Murray starts out early for school and arrives there about ten minutes before his history lesson starts. To- day students spend two or three periods a day studying history which has become a course in human un- derstanding. As he sits next to the Chinese boy on his right and the Yugoslavian on his left, he studies silently. The once serious troubles of racial and religious prejudices have been solved by fast iet planes. With the expense of air travel down to minimum every one can afford to see the world, and most have leamed that people are the same wherever they are. And what was the lesson for to- day? Oh yes, it was about those pessimists of 1950 who thought that the world might be destroyed any second because they couldn't take the trouble to work out their problems. OUTSIDE it was raining. The rain streamed down the window where Ioseph sat, his lace pressed so close that from the outside, his nose looked all tlat and funny. Ioseph could see the street. Outside it was wet on the window. When a drop of rain got too heavy, it would suddenly run down the window like a tiny river. Joseph turned from the window and looked at Teddy, who was play- ing with little cars on the iloor. The green part of the rug was the road. The grey parts were garages. Ioseph had taught Teddy that. But Teddy built garages with blocks. Daddy thought that was very clever. Why didn't Ioseph think of things like that? Do you want to play with me, Ioseph? No, That's a baby game, said Ioseph. Ioseph watched him in disgust. Then he silently walked over to Teddy and with a little kick. knocked over the garages. Teddy looked up at him, stunned. Then he screamed. His mother ran from the kitchen. What's the matter, my baby? Joseph kicked my garages over. he sobbed. His mother looked at Ioseph. I tripped over them, he said. Ioseph, you should be more care- ful. You lmow Mother is busy! You must take care ot Teddy. He's just a baby! You're three years older! You must help Mother. Why don't you take Teddy up to the attic? All right. He started up the stairs Obsession PATRICIA REID and tumed to Teddy. Well, hurry if you're coming. The two went up the stairs. Ioseph loved the attic. You could play ex- plorer. There were so many wonder- ful things to play with. Lamps and books and clothes. Before Teddy was bom, he used to look at his old baby clothes and wonder if he was ever so small! But when Teddy came, all his outgrovsm clothes went to Teddy and then they were worn out and thrown away! s When they got up to the attic, Ioseph looked at a magazine. He heard a noise and turned to see Teddy playing with a bird cage. Put that down, it's mine, he said. Teddy put it down and began to look for something else. Teddy, will you go down and get me some paste? I want to paste in my scrapbook. Teddy started down the stairs. He still went down one step at a time. Use both feet, dopey. I can't, said Teddy. I don't know how. You do so. Ioseph watched him, but Teddy continued, one step at a time. Ioseph leaped up. He reached out his hand sud- denly and pushed Teddy down the stairs. ff eg? 451 59,0 my M! LJ 19 ,4 gp air , 4, A WGQQWQQC KZWFQ 1, ' 23 L Y , ,. -Y - eh n1,,1.ng, g A-:Q' i -1' -i ',4- - T ,, 41 J L1- k Z gf Z ,,,, l'llI'Cl1-Hike ELLEN KELLY HUMAN BEINGS the world over are always concemed with the problem of size. Tall girls are forever worrying about out-distancing available males. and fellows who iust stopped growing a bit too soon, sigh resignedly when a 6' 2 athlete breezes by them. They walk around with necks constantly stiff from craning them upward to greet passers-by. and doggedly plod into the boys' department when their suits show signs of wear. As an illustration take Mike. He's just about five feet tall and topped by a flaming mass of red hair. He tries to keep his chin up. which is pretty discouraging. because no one seems to notice it anyway. Mike iust started his freshman year at high, and this is his latest tale of woe. It seems Mike's first day at high school went along quite smoothly: in fact. much more so than for most peo- ple. After a few rather disheartening attempts t-o navigate himself through the crowded hallways, which seemed to be dominated by persons of gi- gantic proportions. lVIike evolved a scheme. He found that by sandwiching him- self between the legs of two husky fellow travelers, and hanging on to their belts for support. he could glide along with the crowd quite easily. taking time out now and then to en- joy the view as he passed various points of interest. This was all well and good. but 26 Mike didn't realize that the situation might get out of his control. When his human taxicabs reached Mike's departure point, he would quietly dis- embark and was rarely noticed. if ever. This, however, backfired one fateful day. Mike had just emerged from a first- floor exit on his way to English I. when. BOOM-a mass of rushing legs got entangled with his arms and he was swept along at a terrific speed. He opened his mouth to protest, but someone above picked this inoppor- tune moment to greet a passing friend and as he inclined his muscular arm in a wave, a tattered assignment book lodged in Mike's mouth. Terrified at this newest development. he could only gasp and make tiny gurgling noises as pictures. doorways. and unfamiliar faces whizzed by. Now he was being carried through corri- dors and hallways and down a hol- low sounding flight of steps. Suddenly, the motion stopped. Mike took in great gulps of Strange air as someone abruptly removed the as- signment book when he sat down. Mike, who hadn't had time to get his bearings and had been still hanging onto a pair of unlmown legs. found himself wedged under a bench. He tugged and tugged. then cautiously crept out. He only turned back once. and finding that his travels had brought him to the machine shop. eventually arrived at the first floor again, a shaken but a wiser man. He calmed down when I explained to him that it really wasn't a bad ex- perience at all: rather, an adventure. For what freshman before him had ever seen the inside of a machine shop? . I - I. X I s 34' THE PLANES circled over the air- port. Only a few more minutes and they would be able to land. Sud- denly a voice came sharply over one of the radios. Colonel Huttle turned the switch which would en- able him to talk to someone. The job had been a long grind and Huttle was very lonely. He yelled an overanxious Hel.lo' there. and then a milder Over. The voice on the other end came through almost instantly. Leave the squadron in the command of Lane. and proceed at once two miles due east. There is an unidentified object flying about. Take a look around but don't try anything alone. Huttle was annoyed. He had expected to land shortly and go home to Iane and a nice hot cup of coffee. His angry voice startled O I Dellrlum MARGARET CARIN the man on the other end who an- swered. Sorry, old man, but orders are orders. Guess you will have to make the best of it. It didn't take long for Huttle to reach the flying object. When he took his first look. he was wholly disinterested. but when he examined the thing more closely he found'things within. which sent sweat pouring from his body and turned his stomach in nauseating twists. The object had many windows and within. deformed men hurried about. Their legs and arms were horribly short but the re- mainder of their bodies were that of an average human being. Weird hats adorned their heads and the clothing was of an unconvention- al material. Huttle noticed none of the intricate machinery inside the ship. Nor did he notice the large screens in every conceivable spot. His sole thoughts were of these people. What was going on? Could they be from Europe or some part of Africa. Then something happened in Huttle's plane. The entire plane shook violently and sent him strain- ing against his safety harness. A strange force seemed to beckon him forward. He tried to remain in his plane but he kept going toward the other ship. The plane split into many 27 pieces and plummeted downward. but Huttle kept moving onward. He prayed that this force would stop and he would fall to earth. He was scared. Not of dying but of these people from nowhere. God himself must have called to- gether a council to decide the fate of this man. Plenty of time was left to save him from an encounter which would take him away from his home. But God must have decided against Huttle for no answer came to his fervent prayers. He just kept mov- ing closer and closer to the ship while he constantly fought with the unseen force. Now he was iust near enough to reach out and touch the ship but the same force which was dragging him through space was paralyzing his entire body. Slowly a partition slid back and many hands pulled Huttle into the ship. His head was whirling and breathing had al- most become a thing of the past. The men must have realized his difficul- ties for they placed a grotesque mask over his nose and mouth.J Relieved, Huttle began to realize exactly what was happening to him. His hands and feet were stinging from the in- tense cold and his whole body was convulsed. The steady whir of the motor. and the constant chattering of these people threatened to put him to sleep but Colonel Huttle was frightened to fall asleep. Sleep did finally over- come his sense and Huttle drifted into a troubled and senseless coma. When he regained consciousness, he realized he must have slept for sev- eral hours for a strange apparatus was covering his body. He no longer felt the cold nor 'did he realize needles were constantly being dug further and further under his skin. Suddenly the emotionless faces of the strange people about seemed to grow sad and guilty. Colonel Huttle couldn't understand why. 'They weren't so bad after all. They had done all they could to make him comfortable. had even massaged his hands when the cold was so in- tense. Finally, the men settled down and began to go back. each one to his own iob. Huttle started thinking of home. He would like to explain his neighborhood to these men but he knew they wouldn't understand. He longed for his friends and the good feeling he got every time he took old Susie into the air. Then he saw Iane. He always liked her in red. Softly the red in her dress grew until it covered her entire body and then all his dreams. the strain of this terrible ordeal was no longer upon his mind. He wasn't frightened any more. Now he was just waiting for a better world to open. 28 M Cl rs h Ha I I BARBARA CAMPBELL THE CAB pulled away as I walked toward the mammoth stone building. which I had just purchased with the intention of making it my future home. Marsh Hall. was the name cut in the huge tree which seemed to dominate all the life surrounding the house. The doors were carved in a strange design of small doll-like fig- ures. They opened on to a wide. long hall. In a moment I had located what I intended to be my study. As I looked around. I knew I would change very little in the room. There was a portrait of a rather young woman that somehow seemed to fascinate me. I could not say that she was truly beautiful. but there was something in the portrait that would never let you forget her face once you had gazed upon it. I drew a chair before it as I waited for the rental agent to come and give me the keys to the house. The clock on the mantelpiece struck three. as I heard the handle on the study door opening. I tumed to see a girl seemingly from another age. another century. The girl smiled at me. Why you must be Sir Iohn Marbury. Did Daniels pick you up in the coach? How was your trip across the waters? My parents have talked about you and your home so often that I feel we have always been friends. Oh. here I go talking un- ceasingly. not giving you so much as a chance to greet me. Sir Iohn. I am Carolyn Lee and I welcome you to Marsh Hall. The girl stood back and waited for me to answer. smiling and acting as if I were someone who was ex- pected. Then somehow I managed to answer, but the words sounded as if it were a stranger speaking for me. Carolyn Lee I've waited so long to come to March Hall that now it all seems like a dream and You are the loveliest part of it. She caught me by the arm and con- ducted me out of the room. What was happening to me? Where had I known this lovely girl before? As I looked at her the strange realization came over me that this was the girl of the portrait. A portrait painted a century ago of the Lady Carolyn Lee who was the most fascinating mistress Marsh Hall was ever to have. Mother, look he is here! Sir Iohn Marbury has at long last arived at Marsh Hall. She brought me face to face with the most maiestic woman I have ever encountered. She sat there like a stately queen waiting for her subjects to pay her homage. She looked at me and then seemingly nodded in approval. You will do. Sir Iohn. You will do nicely as the master of Marsh Hall. 29 ls - il fi A T' I' ll Iwi 1' Q F yd 'l , QQ. v , 'sa al x W... . : ...E 1 ' K ' .,.?Fl1 -Tj' . . 725, L - Q n r 5 5 3.1221 gi' W l f -770514 Fl'-f Take him to the gardens, Carolyn Lee. This chatter is tiring to an old woman. Madam, I am sent to England with the best wishes of my people. I be- lieve there will be a letter, shortly to follow. I will take my leave of you, now. I had little time to say what I did before I was ushered out of the room without even being completely aware of what had happened. I asked Carolyn Lee if I could re- turn to rest in the drawing room. The day had been long and I was not overjoyed at the thought of walking in the garden. We retraced our steps down the long dimly lit corridors to the drawing room. We spoke of many things, some of great importance, others of small consequence, but very necessary to our conversation. Indi- rectly she recalled how we had been betrothed from childhood by our par- ents. I slowly found myself believing that it was a dream this life I had in the future. She asked my leave to dress for dinner. saying she would send one of the servants to fetch me for dinner. You know, Sir Iohn, I am sure that our families will not be 30 disappointed in the future masters of Marsh Hall, in you and me. She smiled assuredly and turned leaving thelroom without looking back. I fol- lowed her and watched as she mount- ed the stairs to her room. I reseated myself in the chair to look at a por- trait on the wall which, as yet, was in the early stages of completion. I dozed and the clock began to strike seven. I felt someone at my side and I looked up to see not a ser- vant, but Coly the rental agent: Doz- ing while you were waiting for me, sir? Sorry I was delayed. You know how things are. See you've been looking at 'er portrait, eh. Beauty, wasn't she? Was mighty strange the way she went, eh sir. They say her future-intended, Iohn Marbury, died in that very chair you're sitting in, governor. No harm meant. lust fool- ing, of course, but they say she iust went and pined away. She died a short time after. Ever heard such a tale as these town folks can make up about a portrait! Be back in a sec- ond, governor. Forgot to bring my papers. The Calling MARILYN BANDlERO THE DllVl lights of the hospital sil- houetted the young woman mo- mentarily: then slowly, she passed beyond their reach. The heels of her shoes beat out a rhythm of unhappiness, the expres- sion of her bent face gave a feeling of discontented loneliness. Her hair, goaded on by the dampness of the night air fell in unruly curls on her forehead, being only slightly re- strained by a nurse's cap. She walked: her thoughts centered on forgetting the thoughts that would not be forgotten. Eight years of nurs- ing had not changed her conscien- tiousness, but somewhere along the line something in her nature had, with- out her knowledge changed, and it was not until this very evening that she had the courage to face it. Eight years before if a person had died she would have tried to comfort their relatives or say something soothing. Now, it was different. People were bom or people died, and it meant nothing but another case more or less. This very evening she had been sit- ting at the bedside of a dying woman feeling no emotion except perhaps a touch of boredom. The voice of the w.oman's daughter sounded senseless and useless to her. Imagine, she thought cynically, telling a person she was going to be fine when everyone knew she would die. There iust wasn't any sense to it: our at least she thought so at the time. Later though, in the privacy of her room, she was filled with an overwhelming fear of death. She was all alone. There was no one who would comfort her on her death-bed. There would be no daughter, no family. She wanted to rush back to the girl and comfort her. but she found the room already emptied. Uselessly she went to the waiting room, that too was bare of the usual, anxious faces. The once warmly heated halls became close and unbearable. She wanted to run, just for the sake of running. She wanted to cry, but knew no one would care. Now, alone, she walked the dark- ened streets. Somewhere in that darkness a stray ,cat meowed and she felt somehow akin to the lone- some creature. It walked out of an alley and -over to her. The woman stopped. The cat came over and rub- bed against her ankle. It was a Warm feeling, one of life. Then it was gone, the meowing stopped and the cat step- ped gingerly off the curb into the pit of darkness that was the street. She called after it nervously, but it did not return. An ambulance came screaming along. The cat leaped, but not quickly enough. The woman's low cry mingled with the dying child- like wail of the animal and the screeching of the siren. The white vehicle moved on. There was com- plete silence. Tears started from her eyes and blindly she started to run. She ran toward one place of refuge and safety. Her breath came quickly and in sobs. The steps of the building passed quickly beneath her feet. The warm sweetly scented air of the church sur- rounded her. 31 This Younger Generation You know it's awful, really 'tis What this worldis coming tog These young hoodlums nowadays Should be locked up, it's true. '5Every time you turn around They're asking you for money And if you crack the best of jokes They're ccorni to them, not funny, Just look at all the headlines On their delinquency, We're 'old-fashioned' when we tell them How they ought to be. The comics and the movies Create too much temptation, I really don't know what's wrong with This younger generation. Of course, my kids are different, They,re angels, every oneg They go to school and part-time jobs, And all love good, clean fun. 'cln school they can't be surpassed, ln conduct or in marks, Nor do you see my kids around Dark corners or in parks. 'c0utside the ladies, sewing club, We heard these revelations, The same old tale, with a little added On this younger generation. 'cWithout doubt you,ve heard it many tim From a different point of view, You're just told the first part When your moms are telling you. In view of the situation? 'Gln spite of it all, we may be okay, This younger generation, Pd say weire pretty good myself, Rosemary Duggan 32 Twi I ight' The flag that trembles fitfully As it starts its downward trend, The bated breath of the evening breeze, Herald another day,s end. It was a slim and silvery moon That reigned o'er the stars that night While the dipping dancing diadems Gave forth a lustrous light. Wind whipped wings, that wind their way Swiftly through the sky, With a puning murmuring motor That roars, as it goes by. Softly, slowly, lightly desecnding Lying quiet and white Glittering and gleaming reflectively 'Neath the brilliant moon at night. Ruth Blauf sz' 65 z fir --, X , . KAR, 7. iii? Q 6 o 535 f n i, fy . -- I X 6 A so 7 f 3 A I A f f Vw' es ggi., w .1 6 1 GZ, s q i X, A ? by is A -V: JJ , 5. ' 'Xxx 'XXV .. - F nv? 4' 33 5 -3 s-X 225 i AA. ' --if rf 6' ik.. fo Tfyy 32 x X Boys' Sports WELL FELLOW students here she comes again. your mid-term Clipper ship docking at our Adams seaport and bringing with her a treasure of sports. First on the agenda we have new coaches on the various teams. Are we lucky. having Tuck Delaney coaching the Baseball team as well as the great Basketball team: and Edward O'Shea doing the honors oi leading our swell Track team. along with Adolph Mascari assuming the re- sponsibilities of our Queens Cham- pionship Football team. Also Mark L. Rennert. who still has the hard lighting swimming team. With coaches like these we should have little trouble putting our opponents down. in the order in which we meet them. Another thing that will not be new to us is. that Bill Saar the captain of the baseball team last term will again be captain this term. On the potential Varsity squad. we have Don Mackey at third. on second. Charlie Fisher. at iirst a new discovery. Bratchaw. catch- ing. Bill Saar. at short. Harry Bruu. in left. Dick Crosby. and on the mound Von Braunsburg. Klemm. Cam- den and a newcomer. Tony Vicari. This as I said will be the potential Varsity team. The Basketball team is pretty much the same. except for the mid-terrn graduation which took away a few of our best men. but I know that they will do good. despite the handicap which is theirs. The squad consists of Slattery. Crosby. Mackey. Saar. Grant and Landgraph. When Mr. O'Shea picked up the track team where lVIr. Morse left ol! he was pretty well satisfied with the at- tendance of the boys who showed up. First. fifty boys came down to prac- tice. Mr. O'Shea announced that there will be pole vaulting. high iumping. and shot-putting. Right now the boys are in heavy training lor the Dual and City meets which will be held in the near future. The graduation oi some of the best trackmen has a pretty big edge over the team. A potential first team includes Ken Handy. Irving Glorit. George Kuhn. George Callies. Adolph Allwood. Charlie Sciara. and others too numerous to mention. Two of the shotputs from last term who will again heave the iron ball around are Richie Estling and Louis Cairo. Mr. Rennert. however. has no swim- ming team to make champs out of be- cause of the water shortage. He stated that he may resume activities after the Easter vacations. So the best of luck to you. Mr. Rennert. And the best of luck to you new coaches. too. We realize that you have a hard time coaching teams you know little about and on such short notice. so hats off to you all. Now to our great department head Ioe Scarlata. a man who really gave us the best he had. who took pains in making his football squads what they were each term. We really ap- preciated it and will always remem- ber what you have done for us. 33 The Age of Miracles JOAN MOYLETT AND THE Waters Were a Wall Unto Them. The sun did shine upon Ioshua and his troops continually for more than a day. The sea did rise as a wall so that the Israelites could walk into the midst of the sea upon the dry ground. A Russian-hom scientist by the name of Dr. Immanuel Velikovsky. has written a book in which he logically explains the truth of the above state- ments. taken from the Old Testament. Dr. Velikovsky calls his book Worlds in Collision. He reasons that if many Biblical phenomena happened at all. they must have had world-wide effects. Through extensive search he has dis- covered that at the time the sun stood still over Gibeon. in the Near East. there was. as should be ex- pected, an extended period of dark- ness in the westem hemisphere. A comet. explains the doctor. set loose by eruptions on the planet Iupiter. caused it all. In its haphaz- ard path. it brushed near the earth. causing the rotation of this planet to slow down. People on earth would see. among other things. the sun stand still in the heavens. The comet. after two encounters with the earth 34 .:l,:,4 pb Z aiqvfxtu 5 57,1-, 4Zr ' 1 ,,4f V4s'Tbv cm the time of the Exodus in 1500 B.C. and in Ioshua's timel and after two more meetings with Mars Cwhich caused repercussions herel finally petered out, found itseli a comfortable orbit in our solar system and became one of the loveliest planets--Venus. Documentary evidence the world over agrees that the planet Venus joined the other great stars around 759 B.C. The core of Dr. Ve1ikovsky's book centers on the theory of the birth of Venus. It is the basis for his en- The solar system. says tire theory. the doctor. is. in construction much like an atom.--the planets moving about the sun as electrons revolve around the nucleus. Once in a great while the atom absorbs a bit of en- ergy and an electron moves to an outer orbit where its period of rota- tion tyearl is longer: or the atom loses energy. an electron moves closer to the nucleus and its year is short- ened. An electron. thrust completely out of the sphere of attraction of the nucleus. wanders about aimlessly un- til it is caught up by another atom and becomes a member of its family of rotating electrons. The structure in our solar system comparable. in many respects. to such an electron is a comet. On the larger scale of the solar system. however. centuries may pass before parallel changes are en- acted. A thought-provoking theory it is. of course, but. if true, it explains some age-old mysteries. The time of the first visit of Dr. Velikovsky's comet falls at the time when the Iews were kept in slavery in Egypt by Pharaoh. Iehovah. says the Old Testament. sent showers of blood . . . a darlmess that would not lift . . . and fire . . in an attempt to force the old king to free the Israel- ites. Velikovsky backs up the Old Testament with this explanation. The comet brushed the earth with its gaseous tail, showering particles of rusty. red dust over the earth. Rivers. lakes and oceans were changed to a red color. The Book of Exodus. the Manuscript Quiche of the Mayas. and an Egyption report agree upon the time and nature of this bloody phenomena. Next according to the Bible came seven days of darlmess which was followed by terrible, violent earth- quakes and fire. Right again, says the doctor. The large mass of the comet approached the earth causing rains of rocks and stones. The earth stuttered a few times. skipped a few rotations faccounting for the prolonged darlmessj and then con- tinued on its way. Pharaoh was so frightened by these plagues. that he let Moses' people go free. Reconsideration of the matter in normal times. however. made him change his mind and he sent an army out after the fugitives to bring them back. Bringing us to one of the greatest mysteries of the Old Testa- ment--the crossing of the Red Sea. It happened, says Dr. Velikovsky. Great rushes of the atmosphere caused by inertia when the earth temporarily stopped rotating. the at- traction of the drift of air to the mass of the comet. and the rapid movement and shifting of the atmosphere of the comet. all helped to produce unbeliev- ably strong and swift winds. fThis enormous windstorrn was recorded in India. Mexico, and the South SeasJ In the midst of this cosmic hurri- cane the comet passed so close to the earth that it raised mile-high waves in oceans and lakes the world over. The illusion of the pillars of clouds and pillars of fire was made by the entanglement of the flaming head of the comet with its smoking, gaseous tail. People thought they were witness- ing a celestial battle between a light god and a fiery serpent. Peoples and tribes in every comer of the world include some record of this phenom- enon in their religious traditions. And then. as the Israelites ap- proached the Red Sea. a tremendous spark shot forth from the comet, now extremely close to the earth. An exceeding strong wind and lightning rent the cloud . . . and the waters rose as a wall and moved apart. The force of the comet's attraction on the waters diminished as the body moved away from the earth again. And the waters retumed and covered . . . all the hosts of Pharaoh that came in- to the sea .... Thus our Russian savant proves the veracity of religious traditions by the use of obiective scientific study. These two fields. science and religion. once thought to so contradict each other, have, for science. opened a vast new field of controversy: and, for true believers in the Old Testament. presented a logical and reassuring answer to urationalist criticism of our century. 35 To The Victor ROSE PASSARETTE I ARRIVED at my laborat-ory a little earlier than usual today. I felt as if I were living on the top of a steeple singing my praises to the people be- low. After putting on my smock I be- gan to look over my notes. Be- fore I was half-way through my notes, a period of one hour had passed. It occurred to me that the Doctor had not arrived and a series of thoughts raced through my mind. Was he sick, or maybe he had over- slept? I could find the answer imme- diately by telephoning him, instead, I waited until the second hour had passed, during which I worked on my experiment. I was searching for a cure for cancer. I began to mix sev- eral chemical solutions and I became absorbed in my work. When would I find the right cure? I had tried so many on my guinea pig that I thought there could be no new ones left to try. Iust imagine al the thousands of lives I could save, if my experiment was a success! Suddenly, the high pitched bell of the telephone rang and it somewhat annoyed and agi- tated me because it had disturbed my thoughts. I picked up the receiver and in answer to an angry Hello, cr voice replied, Hello, Dr. Ford? and I replied, That is correct. I'm call- ing for Dr. Kramer who is at our Platt Avenue Hospital. He would like you to come and take him home, his 36 tests have been completed. he has cancer. Yes, of course, I'll be there as soon as possible! My friend had cancer. I wanted to cry out but the sound would not come, my feelings were all pent up inside. I put on my hat and coat and I don't remember how I arrived at the hospital. I entered and the Doctor-he hadn't changed one bit. Dr. Ford! and I trying not to be different said, Howdy, Dr. Kramer. Heard the news about me, yet? This is no time to be sad. I'm not going to leave you to enjoy this good world by yourself. We laughed and I felt better. By this time he had finished dressing and together we left the hospital, laughing as be- fore. We went back to the lab- oratory and continued working, but things weren't the same. Even the Doc sensed it. We did our work be- cause it was expected of us, not be- cause we wanted to. How else can a person act when he knows he has but a few months to live. I was determined to do one thing. however, and that to find a cure for him. That night as I lay in bed, I suddenly thought of a different way of iniecting my solutions and imme- diately rose from my bed to try it out. It was a matter of minutes be- fore I had the presumed cure pre- pared, and I injected it into my guinea pig. Fatigued from the day's work, I drifted into a deep, restless, sleep and the next thing I knew, the Doctor awak- ened me. We exchanged our usual greeting and continued with our work. During the course of the day. I ex- amined the guinea pig: there was a change and this change was for the good. I felt elated for a moment and the next moment I felt depressed. How could I be sure this would work on a man. I heard a noise and as I turned I saw Dr. Kramer sprawled on the floor. I ran to his side and helped him to a couch. Nervously. I asked him what had happened and he told me it was another attack. I rushed him to the hospital and after close exam- ination the surgeon again said he had but a few months to live. I-ls a last re- sort I told him of my new discovery and he said he could not permit me to use the serum on the Doctor. because it might injure rather than help him. Dr. Kramer had overheard us and told the surgeon that he would permit me to use him as a guinea pig. All was in readiness for me to perform my experiment. Was I to loose my friend? What if the serum failed? These questions frightened me into realizing that I held his life in my hands. I performed the beginning of my experiment and after it was over. I stayed with the Doctor. I neither slept nor ate. for I had no pains of hunger. but those of fear and hope combined. If he died. I would re- proach myself for the rest of my life. At the end of the second day. a change took place in the patient's ac- tions. He began to become strong and at that moment. I silently thanked the Lord for sparing his life. A month has passed and Dr. Kra- mer is completely cured. As for my serum. it is curing others who are stricken with cancer and it is be- ing improved by other scientists. To- day I am walking arm in arm with the Doctor and I feel as if I'm back on that steeple. only he's there with me and I'm singing my praises to the people below and giving thanks to the Lord above, because I am the victor. ,. - .ae - 37 We Who Hove Walked We who have walked with the gods, Fall hard on the heels of disenchantment, And are slower than most to answer The call of smiles, among our reveries. We who have stared at the sun, Can scarcely discern the outline Of pleasantness, by yellow candlelight We who have walked with the gods, Fingering the damp sand on some lonely With the Gods Nor does the moonis glow consummate our dreams. Are now but lonely children in the evening shore, While Apollo and Daphne dance through our memories The Darker Shore I long for a darker shore Where passion flowers do not bloom, Where the sun dies And the moon cries, A world at whose silent core There are brown walls, and empty room. I long for a greyish slope Where death-like solitude is found, Where the snow falls And the cold calls For Spring that can never hope To warm the icy, barren ground. I long to rejoin my heart That long ago in mourning fled, Where the dreams go, And the tears flow, Where mist that can never part Will hide my dreams that now are dead. I long for a darker shore, for brown walls, and empty room, A world on whose greyish slopes Passion flowers never bloom. 38 Poetry by Ellen Hohn AslDo A little boy knelt praying Beside his tiny bed: Bless mommy and daddy and My baby brother Fred. Bless grandma and grandpa And Auntie Susie, too, But most of all dearest Cod Dorft forget to bless You. For Youire the nicest person C5 That ever was to be, Because mom told me that You Made dad and her and me. You made Fred, and grandma, Grandpa and Aunt Susie, too. That You made everybody, but Nobody made You. That You made the whole world From nothing but what you had On hand. You made the trees, and oceans, And the desert sands. You made all these things for People to enjoy, Provided they donit use them To hurt or to destroy. For when someone hurts another I know he hurts You too, And no one should ever hurt You, They should love You, as I do. Margaret Rooney , 4 I LA. I -. . .g, ..,,fT '-fl .A N 11, 'NJN 1 A-r 'K' 1 fkyi,-Hwfl, fi f 4 ' ' 4 j - 11, Little Cold You go, like epidemics, everyplace, I see your signs on every faceg I sneeze and cough and choke and sneeze, Little cold, you' re just a tease. A maiden fair, a fellow bold, He takes her hand in his to hold 5 He'd like to kiss her, but he's told, You can,t because I have a cold. In class Pm called to give a speech But suddenly, my voice won't reach. Something occurred unexpectedly, Little cold, who else could it be? Softly, softly falls the snow, I'm up ready and rarin' to go, But Mamma says Stay right here? You have a cold, you know, my dear? Little cold, you're quite a pest, Pm uncomfortable and you steal my rest. But you know when I love you best, lust keep me home when there's a test. Rosemary Duggan 39 THE MORNING mist had fallen low. enshrouding the sea in a dismal cloak and the whip of icy air smarted as if with a whetted edge. The surf, roll- ing and pounding against the shore bellowed loud with thunderous rhythm to mingle with the racing. slashing sea coursing about in the eddies below. This gave birth to a tumultous storm of sound. spray and wind. heightened further by the mournful wail of the foghorn. But then. ribbons of light radiated through the horizon chasing the mists. like ghosts, to the far off beach. The seas about assumed a calm peaceful roll. spotted occasion- ally by a foaming white cap amid a field of troughs. Skies about were transformed from stormy ghostly hues, to paint a heavenly herald, welcom- ing the dawn. EUGENE THOMPSON THE PATH through the woods was wide at first and then grew narrower. Many had started -out but few had kept on. The tufts of grass growing beneath the trees were inviting. so cool and fresh. The brook tempted. rest a while. but hurrying feet quickened their pace and soon started running. until the path became narrower and narrower and then nothing. She had reached the end of the path. True, it was the end of one but it was the beginning of another. Now she could rest. But the unbroken path was a temptation to go on and on. perhaps forever. until she truly found an end. RITA REINI-IEIIVIER ELIZA DEAR. it's I. Timothy. I told you not to worry dear. I told you I 40 Star Dust would return. Look dear. see. the little green buds. and the forsythia. which you loved so much are blooming now. Remember Eliza. that day when we walked through the park so many years ago. It was in the spring and as we sat among the blooming boughs you promised to be mine. You were so beautiful with your blushing cheeks which matched the blossoms overhead. and your delicate hands as smooth and soft as petals. and I. an awkward young man with a tight collar. I remember the merriment of your beautiful blue eyes when I kissed you. for the first time only to tum around and find your mother looking at me with her steel gray eyes. Yes. Eliza. I will always remember. With that the old man turned and limped qui- etly out of the deserted cemetery. ANN MARIE BRUNO A SHOELACE may well be defined as an inelastic woven string destined to the life long duty of interlacing itself in and out of little brass-rimmed holes. It appears in various colors. of course. in order to adapt itself to various sit- uations namely bobby sox. gaudy red dresses. or neatly pressed brown trousers. In all probability. it has due resentment for low vamp styles. opera pumps and other such fashions that no longer necessitate the faithful serv- ice of the lawly but self-respecting shoelace. GLORIA COSGROVE Cherry 8r Webbs GLORIA COSGROVE IN THE downtown section of Provi- dence there is a store called Cherry and Webbs, which has the distinction of having manikins in its windows and various departments. Not that the ownership of department stores dum- mies is so unusual, it is iust that the particular dummies, are talkative as well as they are useful in sales pro- motion. There is little possibility that the owners have any suspicions re- garding the extra curricular activities of their supposedly lifeless wooden models. I, however, pride myself on the fact that on a certain occasion I was taken into their confidence and though I did not emerge from the ex- perience with any worldly wiseness, of one thing I am certain, they know more about beings, than human be- ings know about themselves. They spend their working hours watching the customers and compare notes after six o'clock, except on Mon- day when the store is open 'til nine. One keen observer, for instance, is Eddy, an over-stuffed model who has been made to resemble a well-round- ed clown in the children's toy depart- ment. He makes it a habit to find fault with all the thin male customers. In the yard goods department there is a dressmaker's dummy who after spending a long day listening to the complaints of women who are too big here or too small there. thanks her lucky wire frame that she is adjust- able. Then there is Elsie, who is for- ever pondering the problem of why women buy pocketbooks. She stands across the aisle from the handbag counter and reasons the situation out thus: They spend their money pur- chasing a bag to keep their money in but by the time they buy the purse they have no money left to put into it. Of course, she has a solution which provides that the customer should buy enough money to wrap her pocketbook in. The main problem, however, was that of Belinda. I became involved in the whole affair when I stopped in front of the men's wear store across the street. From her vantage point in the display window Belinda spotted me. Immediately, the not so little green-eyed monster of jealousy, prompted her to have me put out of her way. It seems I was very in- considerately obstructing her view, for this lovely manikin had recently at- tained romantic notions concerning the definitely handsome dummy in the haberdashery in the window di- rectly across from her. Later as I pushed open a glass door on which were engraved the words Cherry and Webbs, she decided to gain revenge. Aided by Sir Walter of the men's top- coat division and his official hench- man, the cigar store Indian from the tobacco counter, she suc- ceeded in having me shackled and stored away beneath a lit! ggi-'T .-Q + ir' -N4 -fl'-Y -Qs E 1 K' Sapa-as -..,-,,'y f,, , . S'-' - ' Y . . -: -1 ' ' . . , i1,'.p-:gif . I ' ' 41 115' Dilip?--LL. 1 f -I, -Ig -., !E'5?51Lf?.f. , af- .511 A e iran' ' g, ' 'fig 'C-. ' 7 Q, .4 pff' 5-. 1 -1 1 5 . , ' L- 521:-1' ' 02-'5 U V, ' i,afe.- 'g'i-,-- -gif? ,. ,, . . . . J I L . , .fll,,f.'i7'fl WW' P si I counter until closing time. It would seem only likely that their actions would be detected but my potential friends had learned from experience that the shoppers were far too en- grossed in the task of seeking bargains. which were not there. to notice them. As six p. m. approached the customers gradually filed out and the employers made their departure soon afterwards. leaving the store in a somewhat deserted state, but it was then activity of another nature com- menced. It was then also that I had a lot of fancy explaining to do to her majesty Queen Belinda. Being a simple minded sweet young girl she readily accepted the humble excuse th-at I had been merely looking at my reflection in the pane glass to see that my hat was still in tact atop my head. However. with all due respects to the male population of the city. I must admit that Belinda's boyfriend was slightly more than good looking. After this unique bit of arbitration. I prolonged my visit to become ac- quainted with the other members of this distinguished society. They proved to be a companionable group to be sure, their conversation was most inter- esting. Eddy instructed me as to the difficult procedure connected with his occupation in the toy department. which was formerly dubbed the Iuven- ile Center. His aggravation stemmed from the fact that he was continu- ally manhandled by the children. Of course, he could have described these so-called children much more ade- 42 '- .. s, f Qi QB? f' X ' ' nfl' blew rw W flew, .T galil .- l M' 4' 'A 'H M B' 'FT l X K l,,i 'ii' ff tx lv,,VI 'Mm A K ' I I I' l I . L L9 l - ' ll - K, , wif. f g A v I - r I ' Ag 3-iff, ss : Q f l L I - ' ' ,Ken-vneK..- quately with more colorful adjectives but as it was he restrained him- self from this practice because a nearby counter was currently featur- ing a large selection of toy hatchets. About 10:30, as I was about to put a lovely new mattress and beautifully styled bed to a practical test. I was interrupted by Belinda. I paused re- luctantly before reclining for a much deserved rest in order to listen to her. It was an ordinary story of boy meets girl except that with these different characters and distinct local color. complications had not only set in. but had taken a firm and steady hold. There was but one way Belinda and her beloved Robert could get together. The owner of the haberdashery had intentions of expanding his store to include a women's coat and suit shop. Naturally she would need a dummy and if Belinda could obtain the posi- tion it would make her more than delighted. The primary drawbacks were that arrangements would have to be made to put Belinda in the truck ' ii' to be delivered to the store and to have someone take her tormer job, which necessitated human help. I thought the matter over and have been thinking about it ever since. It has been about a month since this episode took place and I have finally reached a decision. You see, the owner of the ladies' and men's wear shops has moved his two stores a few blocks away and the new store across the street is a tai1or's shop with not one but three rather eligible looking male manilcins in its window. So to- night I am going to ship my triend v 7' 1 Belinda oft on her way to Robert, se- cure a can of paint from the hard- ware department. touch myself up a bit and proceed to pose prettily in the display window. lt at any time in the future you are walking down South Maine Street you may stop to shop in the Boston Store or the Outlet but when you come to Cherry and Webbs and you see a brunette model gazing wist- tully in the opposite direction wave to me. I won't wave back but you can be sure that along about 6:30 I'll be talking about you. fa-'N-gf if if '3 if Wax J! x J N 1, Hgvwx W ' it I 1 ' Qu 3 X- I it .Q 1- V, 'A K 1 9 , ' I Q l. , I ' . 5 K . ,5 l 5' ai f 5 X ,N 1 ,. , Y x ,Mx . to W fl ,J' 9' l 4 , 5. , is mx' 43 Vendetta WAYNE FINCH THE MIDDLE aged man listened to the distant scolding of a pine squirrel. He turned and struck out boldly through the firs. towards the spot where he had heard the squirrel's screams. Somewhere in the back of his mind there was something telling him to investigate this chattering. Nearing a clearing. he cautiously lowered himself to his stomach and continued. Then suddenly he stopped and a fierce hate kindled in his eye. In the clearing before him. a tawny heavy-bodied mountain lion was feeding at a freshly killed animal. Deep bitterness and hate welled up inside of him and his eye became a pin point of hate. Having left his 30-30 at home he felt for his broad bladed hunting knife and strong raw- hide rope. Then he reached out and found a rock. Suddenly the pine squirrel. which had lapsed into silence. began a fresh outburst of scolding. Instantly he knew his plan. He leaped forward. seized the stone and hurled it with all his strength. The hard thrown stone. missed the lion's head. and caught him full on the left foreleg. He whirled about. and headed' out of the clearing with a mighty leap. and was quickly gone behind a closing wall of leaves. Once under these trees he followed the lion's tracks. When they disap- peared. the man's single eye gleamed with bitter triumph. Searching the nearby trunks he found one with fresh claw scars on it. a tall pine. His keen eye made out the trim triangle 44 Tr of an ear which the lion exposed in leaning forward to peer down. The animal had cunningly concealed it- self in a crotch. The man took his knife and cut a strong staff from a clump of willows. He tied one end of the rope about this staff. the other end about his waist and started up the tree. Ordinarily this method wouldn't have worked. but the man was count- ing on its iniured foreleg to keep the lion from making a long leap. One-Eye banged the willow pole against the trunk above. This commo- tion frightened the lion. He hissed at the stick and iumped aside. and then retreated out along the limb on which he stood. At long last the man was in the notch made by the junction of the tree and the limb on which the lion crouched. Quickly he fashioned a noose from the raw hide rope and suspended the noose from the end of the pole. He thrust it toward the lion's head. but it was not till the third time that it caught around the lion's head. as the cat's iniured leg gave way under a qui-ck shifting of his weight. When he regained his balance on the limb. the noose was about his neck. Then, his one eye merciless. he began to work on the limb with his knife. Already strained by the lion's weight. the branch cracked and sagged. The lion became frantic with fear. He leaped into space. but the rope checked him in mid-flight. Some minutes later the man cut the rope. With a great crashing of branches. the lion's heavy body dropped downward. Far below it struck the ground with a thud. The man smiled. the muscles of his face relaxed. he had had his revenge. SCIENCE! Does that word bring to your mind thoughts of confusing ex- periments and complicated equations, understood only by such eminent physicists as Messrs. Einstein, Oppen- heimer and Eckstein? Then, by all means, read Kenneth Swezey's fasci- nating book, After-Dinner Science. It will show you how to perform amusing and amazing tricks and keep your friends entertained. For those who are interested in unique methods of demonstration we shall endeavor to summarize a few of them for you as briefly as possible. A sure-fire way of attracting at- tention is to claim to be able to do the impossible, and, if you perform this little trick correctly, you will undoubt- edly receive some recognition. Turn up the edges of a calling card and put a few drops of water in the tray thus formed. Then, with the aid of a match or two, boil the water. The card will become smoked, but it will not burn, because the water cools the paper to its own temperature, and the temper- ature of boiling water is below the kindling temperature of paper. Here is a good way to show your mental alertness at the expense of your friends' patience. Float an ice cube in a tumbler or cup filled with water and challenge a guest to lift it with the aid of a piece of string and anything else found on the din- ner table, that might be of help. Pick- ing up the ice with a spoon and tying the string around it is not permissible. After your guest has given up in de- spair, show him how simple the solu- tion is. Wet the string thoroughly and lay it on top of the cube. By sprink- ling salt on the ice, its freezing Demitasse JOAN SOKOLOWSKI JOAN CONNOLLY point is lowered and it begins to melt. As it changed from a solid to a liquid, the salted ice took heat from the water on the string and the ice adiacent to it. The entire process re- sults in the freezing of the string into a solid mass. Mothballs are quite all right in their place. but that place certainly is not the dinner table. Yet, Mr. Swezey suggests that dancing mothballs be used as a centerpiece or household omament. To make your otherwise motionless naphthalene spheres dance, place them in a large vase of water and add slowly a tablespoon of vine- gar and cr half-teaspoon of bicarbon- ate of soda. and of course, a few moth balls. The latter will sink to the bottom of the vase, where bubbles of carbon dioxide, formed by the chem- ical reaction of the vinegar to the bicarbonate of soda, will collect on their surface. When enough bubbles have accumulated, they will buoy the moth balls up to the surface of the water. The bubbles burst and the balls drop -down again to repeat the process. This dancing will continue for several hours in the same solu- tion and will show that even the low- ly mothball can be entertaining. Simple tricks, all of them. Yet with them you can hold an audience spell- bound, or make them laugh, and in the end produce an enjoyable time for all. 45 Sprung Fashions JOAN SOKOLOWSKI lightly tums to thoughts of love and a woman s to the new Spring fashions full bat-wing or push-up types. They will not be very comfortable on a warm Spring day, but who cares since they are in the height of fashion? The new chapeaux, in order to prove that the madam's fair head, are small, with enough flowers and fruit on them to re- o o IN THE spring a young man's fancy shingle-bob did leave some hair on The emphasis in that sentence is def- initely on the word, new, for what pride can a woman derive from wear- ing last year's dress, or what is worse, last year's hat? I faintly suspect that the leading fashion designers play upon this female weakness and intro- duce every year a new fad that will attract a woman's attention and money. This year is no exception, for it has the usual number of new styles that will cause many a father or husband to pull his hair and wonder what ever made us give up wearing a few ade- quate pieces of bearskin. However, theirs is a losing battle and as far as they are concemed, it is a case of put up and shut up. A few male observers have advanc- ed the opinions that the new styles are bizarre and ridiculous. Women will, of course, rise in arms against such an attack, so let us simply say that the new fashion trends are strange. The newest and most popular style among dresses is the so-called sheath dress. It has a relatively short hemline C16 inches from the floorl, and is sleeveless. The wearer of this garment often appears as if it were painted on her. When a spring dress does have sleeves, they will most likely be of the 46 semble a garden in the middle of sum- mer. The basic colors this Spring are black, blue and gray, and to offset this rather somber tone, accessories are made of white pique and shiny black plastics. However, there is a notable exception to this situation and that is, , wi i ' ' Q if 3 TI' ,,, -- - ,if ww ty x ll . 'a tg , we- L the basic red party dress. The style of this dress is not too important, for its color will not make it too noticeable. But. one item is necessary while wear- ing this gown, and that is a pair of rhinestone earrings. And, I might add, the longer they are, the better. I am quite aware of the fact that pearls are the current rage, but after all, how can one wear anything so inconspicuous as a pair of pearl earrings with this flam- ing apparition? In spite of all the grumblings about the cost of welcoming Spring, we enioy the business of dressing to match the beauty of nature's apparel. EHBTEIIH PRESS, Inc. 33 Flatbush Avenue o Brooklyn 17, N. Y. 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Iohn Adams High School celebrates its twentieth anniversary. During the years in which this school has been in existence, it has become a vital member ot our community. It has helped to educate thousands of young men and women in the democratic concept of living. We who have received the benefits ot their work thank Mr. William A. Clarke, our Principal, the administrative staff and the teachers, tor the splendid job which they are doing. Under the leadership of these people Iohn Adams may look forward to a future as bright as these past twenty years have been. 62'- .j g Q us. 5 ' 3122. Q Q eglflllifllsvg v 'i fi2 53' .I l .1 1 A All Columbian Honors in Art, Creative Writing, Features Columbia Medalist 1950 1 by gl W ff N.-1, li' C950 M' I if as 'tw wr -.mf 'uh , Anne Marie Bruno Marion DiSimone Anna Semple I . l 5 ? Q 4 k Shlpls Crew STAFF Editor-in-Chief Associate Editor Composing Editor Associate Composing Editors Business Manager LITERARY Marion Allweiss Carole Astrow SERVICE .AIDES Ioan Burnos Margaret Carin Ioan Cataldo Sally Cohen Ioan Connolly Iacqueline Emmerman Marilyn Bandiero Barbara Campbell Gloria Cosgrove, Ioan Scanlon Sara Weis Ruth Blaut Leslie Greenspan Ellen Kelly Rita Reinheimer Rosemary Duggan Wayne Finch Ioyce Hecht Iames Maura Rose Menninger TYPISTS Geraldine Castellano Adele Fay ART Ianet Brazenor Ioan Clock Norman Brown Barbara Heller Anne Cosenza Alma Kelly PHOTOGRAPHY STAFF Pat Graziose Robert Pehnke Larry Macholz Morton Rosen Raymond McLoughlin Nicolas Santore FACULTY ADVISERS Literary and Business Art Mr. Edward I. Clarke Mr. Robert E. Byrne Ioan Sokolowski Yvonne Steadman Audrey Ulrich Barbara Volk Mildred Hannon Edward Wilkinson Raymond Sloane Eugene Thompson Arthur Tabbot Photography Mr. Richard Blazej JOHN ADAMS HIGH SCHOOL, OZONE PARK, NEW YORK JUNE 1950 VOL. 10, NUMBER 4 WILLIAM A. CLARKE, Principal 2 Shipls Manifest FICTION Strong of Heart- Barbara Campbell AA.A,,.A,, Illusion-Edna Reynolds .....,.......ee.. Andy An' Me-Carole Astrow ,,,...w........... Endowment-Ellen Kelly ,..A,w..,,,,.. Let There Be Light- Gloria Cosgrove ...........................,.... Split Decision-Anna Semple ,,,, Payment Due-Carole Astrow . Padre Sam-Ioan Scanlon ,.,Y,v..eee Dilemma-Gloria Cosgrove ,..,..,e Hawksharp-Wayne Finch ......,,,.,,..,.,...,... Backyard Romance-Ruth Blaut His Father's Son-Ioan Bumos ,,,,,w..,....,,,.. Reign of Dreams- Anne Marie Bruno ..eee,.... ..,, Valedlctory-Sara Weis .....,..,......,..,....,,,,...... Uncut Hedges-Ruth Udelsman The Vigil-Rita Reinheimer .,,,.,.....,........,,,, 6 ARTICLES Twenty Years A-Growin'- Iacqueline Emmerman .............,,..,..,..ll,.eeeeww 6 Ye That Enter-Marilyn Bandiero ............ 8 Voice of the Opera-Elsie Fischer ,..... 14 3 On the Campus-Edna Reynolds and Florence O'Loughlin ,,.........., The Declaration-Ioan Sokolowski And Gladly Teach-Sara Weis ..,, FEATURES On the Bridge- Iacqueline Emmerman .,,,w,...s, A Message from the Skipper .A Camera Studies ..................,,,,,..ll.l, so Cap and Gown- Iacqueline Emmerman .e,e,,s, , ,W Shoving Off-Ioan Moylett M ..e, Preamble to a New Era- Ronald Hengen ......vev,.........,l,,..l..w.ll,,,,..l. Books on Board-Marion Allweis Stardust ....,............... Camera Studies ,..,ee,,. ,. POETRY Wandering Time- Leslie Greenspan ..,..e,w.., .. Reflection-Ellen Kelly .ee...e..... Noctume-Ellen Kelly ......,..,s,,,,,,,see....... Enchantment-Dolores Kram Reverie-Ruth Blaut ......................,,,, 'Tis Time-Estella Heger ....,s..... I A Message from the Skipper AS THE CLOSE of another school year approaches, a succession of significant anniversaries serves to recall to us the hopes and ideals as well as the struggles and sacrifices that have gone into the building of our nation. Memorial Day just past, Flag Day at hand, and Independence Day iust ahead turn our thoughts back toward our national beginnings across the perspec- tive of that new birth of freedom of nearly a century ago that came so 4 close to ending our American dream. Happily the bitterness of that four-year family fight has passed with the years and with the fresher memories of the united front that we have opposed to new threats from without that reminded all of us, North and South, of our ties of kinship and of our noble heritage as Americans. Even among the most recent dates to acquire patriotic meaning for us, these last three weeks of the term and the advent of summer bring their reminders of the manner in which our precious liberty has been won. These relatively new anniversaries include. of course, D-day, when the frightful gamble of the cross-channel invasion of Europe was launched. V-E Day, when the Germans at last offered no further resistance, and during the sum- mer itself V-I Day, when the Iapanese accepted their own inescapable defeat. Clearly, we do not lack for occasions that recall the terrible price that has been paid, not least in our own time and by those not far from their high school days, to win for us the freedom under law and the peace and security that we enjoy. Surely now only five years later, there can be no excuse for any of us disposed to prove by our apathy the bitter prophecy in the closing lines of Valley Forge : This liberty will look easy by and by when nobody dies to get it. The benefits purchased by so much blood and sacrifice are still not shared in perfect measure among all Americans, as long as any among us through no fault of their own are ill-housed, ill-clad, ill-nourished. There can be no relaxing ever in our efforts to correct this condition until every- thing humanly possible has been done. We shall not close our eyes to any flaw or weak spot in our fabric of government that may be revealed by new stresses and strains. For our American structure has been built for the ages and in the face of each new crisis it displays almost inexhaustible strength and readiness to meet successfully any threat from within or from without. There is an important proviso, however. The heirs of this priceless gift of our American freedom under law must show themselves worthy of their inheritance and alert in its defense. A great American of world-wide renown in science, Robert Millikan, has phrased admirably the particular challenge of our day in these words: Never in history has mankind faced a situation which forced every person on earth to ask himself so insistently the question, 'How can I help to make a better world? ' Little as we may like it, those of this generation cannot escape or evade the heavy burden of responsibility thrust upon them. The weaker among us may be pardoned if they are tempted to echo Hamlet's despairing cry The time is out of joint: O cursed spite That ever I was born to set it right! But the challenge stands, the burden remains, the answer must be given. While those now at the threshold of graduation are most keenly aware of the heavy demands soon to be made upon them, for all of us that moment of challenging is fast approaching. As we bid them God-speed in their separate ventures beyond our gates, let us lose no opportunity to prepare ourselves even more thoroughly while there is still time. 5 T sw . 4, .,, ,sm R 1 xgr 'fl is 1 455 1 2 if :ff in Twenty Years Agrowin' .loan Sokolowski Jacqueline Emmerman THE MEN sat in the heat of the noon- day sun, eating their lunch amid a profusion of cement and lumber. The spring rains had tumed the ground around them into a mass of mud. The farmland to the south was alive with the vivid greens of growing vege- tables and the rich. warm browns of fallow patches. Before them, a gigan- tic skeleton of steel and mortar seemed to be taking form, and one of the men remarked that the old Adelphi Athletic Field was certainly undergoing a vast change. On September 9, 1930, the project was completed and the doors of Iohn Adams High School were opened to the public. The first day at Adams might well have been called A Day. Even though the programs had been worked out beforehand to the minutest detail by Mr. Patterson, the unfamiliar sur- roundings affected both the faculty and student body. However, after it became known that Mr. William A. Clarke was the principal, Miss Marie L. Keller, administrative assistant, and Mr. Ioseph V. Mid-dleton, dean of boys, it could be officially proclaimed that the Clipper Ship had embarked on its voyage. Everyone could now begin to look around and take notice of their surroundings. At that time, the campus was a field of mud, but under the auspices of the General Organization, it was trans- formed into the extensive lawn which is now so much admired. There was no athletic field and the library con- tained only a few volumes. Neverthe- less. with the passing of time, gradual changes have taken place in Adams that make it one of the city's outstand- ing schools. Assemblies which are held every week are attended by the entire student body: and the Alumni Associ- ation, organized by Miss Keller and now under the direction of Miss Dor- othy Laws, has become the largest ac- tive organization in the city: our li- brary has over eighteen thousand books: and the collection of pictures that adom our halls is second only to that of Vassar College. Other features distinctive to Iohn Adams are the forums which are held regularly: the variety of one-act plays presented in the assemblies: and the 6 :r fx :i v 5' : -. -:- Eizl' 1 t E,r: f 62:1 6 g f Q4 , '. A L V ffib hx J X V ,i,Ax 2 X-s -1 YS ' K , is 'I f ssgi? if- X f f ix e of Q T culture and conversation classes in the Modern Languages Department. As for the impressive number of girls' ath- letic clubs, Miss Keller said, Fostered by 1Vliss Ruth Woodhall Smith, the Girls' Athletic Association was orga- nized and soon was building tradition with its Tea in Ianuary and Athletic Banquet in Iune. The Arista and hon- or school organized by Mr. George Wilder are now under the supervi- sion of Mr. Froelich, Chairman of the Mathematics Department. The Service League was planned by Mrs. Lyons, who now manages this smooth-running organization. The students at our first assembly programs were treated to a series of four-act plays under the di- rection of Dr. Annette Cusack, Chair- man of the Speech Department. Gil- bert and Sullivan operettas were also presented with the help of Miss Bemer and the Music Department. Iohn Adams High School can also be proud of its war record. With the advent of the Second World War, stu- dents' programs were expanded to in- clude such courses as, code, first aid 7 and radio. The proceeds from a music festival and a play were donated to the Red Cross to purchase two ambu- lances. However, a stronger incentive to keep the home fires burning was attained by the hanging of a service flag in the auditorium. As the number of blue and gold stars increased, the full, deadly impact of the war would strike the onlooker. In Iune of 1949, in an impressive ceremony, the auditorium was dedi- cated to the memory of all those Ad- amsites who had served their country so well. From that day on, the assem- bly room was known as Memorial Hal1. But, to further insure against a memorial of words only, a Living Me- moria1 was dedicated in the form of books and films which best exemplify the purpose for which we fought. Today, after twenty years of fruitful service, Iohn Adams looks forward confidently to many more years of service to the individual student and to the entire community of which it has become so vital a part. 55 .1 sky, i iii 2:15121 . r - if '?23f,f' ' 'f?5. : N' :if Ye That Enter Marilyn Bandiero DANTE ALIGHIERFS Divine Comedy is not a usual story for his is one of suffering, grotesque and merciless. It is the story of a man's struggle to attain peace and save his soul from eternal damnation. His story takes him from his everyday life in this world into a nightmare. Through nine circles of Hell and seven of Purgatory he travels, with Virgil, the Roman poet, as his guide. Then with Beatrice he travels through the nine levels of Paradise. Throughout his life Dante was sensitive and emotional. When he was suddenly exiled from his home, Florence, under the penalty of death. he wandered lost and beaten throughout Italy. In one of the visions that he frequently had, Beatrice, his life-long love and inspiration, came to him as a messenger of God and told him to write of his misery and so his Divine Comedy was begun. In the middle of the walk of life I found myself in a dark forest because the direct way was lost. Within this black forest he wandered, bewildered. Then after long weary hours of search he found a path. He stood there, before him a lion representative of pride, a leopard significant of lust and a wolf of greed formed a barrier that made him tremble and crouch in fear. Hot tears fell from his strained and blood-shot eyes and his body was limp and exhausted. The blackness was close about him but the sounds of the prowling animals kept the forgetfulness of sleep from him. Somewhere in that darkness a light appeared and almost imperceptibly it moved toward him. Coming closer it took form and Dante cried to him, Take pity on me, that which you are either shadow or true man. He answered, I was once a man but now am a shadow. Virgil remained with Dante and when his fears were quieted took him through the forest and beyond to the portals of Hell. Above them Dante read, inscribed, Abandon every hope ye that enter. Therein the anguished cries of suffering that greeted them made Dante turn in horror to his guide but Virgil was insistent and so they made their way forth. In the vestibule of Hell, they saw the souls huddled together on the shore of the river Acheron, waiting to be taken across, each to his own etemal misery. Dante and Virgil crossed and soon met former friends and enemies alike who clung to him and were unwilling to release him. 8 They entered a circle of Hell that had a continuous rain of fire. Naked, cringing souls contorted to escape the inescapable darts of flame. It was a circle of Hell with a pit of boiling tar in which souls moaned and cried out but from which there was no escaping. From the fifth to the sixth circles there was cr wide river and Dante and Virgil were carried across by a demon, Gerione, who had a human face and the body of a reptile. In the eighth circle Dante met a former statesman of his beloved Florence whose penalty for being a traitor to Christ was to remain eternally in a river of ice, unable to move his frozen, numbed limbs that ached and made him cry out for mercy that was not forthcoming. As a climax Dante and Virgil saw Lucifer, the king of Hell, a huge three headed monster seated upon a throne eating souls, three at a time. Dante, his heart torn and bleeding within him, slowly followed Virgil through the circles as he mentally lived the torture that the comedy con- tains. After Hell, they started to climb the treacherous mountain that was Purgatory. They climbed ever upward, each step a horror in itself too great to be described. They met souls full of the hope that soon they would be redeemed and others whose redemptions were so remote that they thought only of their present misery. Dante met the son of King Federico II who would have been sent to Hell had it not been for his plea for forgiveness moments before his death. They walked on and saw souls whose penance it was to carry huge weights and others who laid about without arms or legs, fragments of what they were in life. Forever upward they climbed and then once more they emerged to see the sky and stars and smell the fresh clean air of the world. Without goodbyes Virgil, who was a pagan and unable to enter Para- dise, left Dante. He stood in a beautiful wood and there before him appeared Beatrice. Together they traveled to Paradise. They met Saint Francis, who received the five wounds of Christ two years before his death. With these two as guides Dante sees the contemplative souls climb and descend con- tinually a golden staircase. After being questioned by Saint Peter, Saint Giacomo and Saint Iohn concerning his faith, Dante rose into the air and there, Dante Alighieri, a mortal, beheld the Divine Trinity enthroned in all its majesty, and surrounded by angels. Dante had found peace at last. 9 .win 1?'f-492 'ws 'Lv2'?l,f.i'WK l ,, , ,qqul 'W' cw Q1 f- . ' ,Af-.J-'f -. D ' H fa , .fdmwaq ,-hz elqdykez 0: The Camera Club presents . . . 74a ,4'z64z'a Plame Sewc2vz77fewZ0fz Strong of Heart Barbara Campbell THE WRINKLED brow and the many creases about the eyes of Carl Horton have always made him appear to me as a congenial man in the later years of life. Now as I see him sittting on the park bench, I recall the stories that I heard about him as if they were fairy tales. I was about five or six, when I first heard of him. There was a group of children playing on the street but I stood apart and watched them in their games. One of the children shouted that Grandfather Carl was coming. The games stopped instantly and the children ran to meet him. I became curious and followed them at a safe distance. Carl appeared then as he does today, white hair and smil- ing blue eyes. He was just a little stoop-shouldered ancl carried a dark mahogany cane that was said to have a solid gold handle. Good morning, my children. I see you have been forgetful in your play. You have left someone out, he said. smiling at them. The children slowly turned and 11 ' sfo ef a QW A J- .- t L.: 2123. -V 55111 ' ' iii 5 - , ,, wi ' if f as 5: is A37 ' - 'giisgzll ef ,, ' Q ' - , .,-..,. --vutq talai C , 1 i ffl .12-I .V , a -l,. 3' t ' I I I C QQ J 1 t..s 2 l',l tfl' n afftr VW., ,k,., Z. ,.,. , , . , Awww looked at me with curious eyes. Carl walked toward me and placed his arm around me, trying to draw me toward them. But Carl, he can't play our games. He can't run. He's a cripple! He wears a brace. How can he play with us? I turned, trying to move away from their scorching eyes. My leg became heavy and truly awkward. To my sur- prise, Carl was walking next to me. He turned to the children, Then I shall leave too. I am old and therefore can not keep up with you. We two cripples had better leave together. Walking away with Carl, I did not feel alone any longer. I had found a friend at last. Carl walked home with me. He asked me many questions. What was my name? Did I have any brothers or sisters? Where did my dad work? When did we move here? Mother invited Carl in and they talked for a long time. I didn't listen to them, but every now and then a bro- ken phrase would drift into my ears- , ,, , , g Q 2 ,f.Q V J eese tl' s , ,... . for how long-it was caused by- self-conscious-I'll try to help-come again-help him. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked up to Carl. Well, Mark, I'm leaving. I was wondering, would you care to have a soda with me tomorrow? Sure, swell, I said smiling. The next day Carl and I talked as we sat drinking our sodas. Mark, see the picture of that man on the maga- zine over there? Know who he is? Gee, Carl, don't you know Presi- dent Roosevelt when you see him? Yes, of course, I do Mark, but I was wondering if you know that he is crip- pled? He wears a brace to this very day. You know, I sometimes wonder if he wasn't sort of lucky being a crip- ple. He might never have studied so hard and worked so hard to become something if his legs weren't twisted. Gosh, I never looked at it that way. That sure is something. I-I have to go home, Carl. We'll have a spelling test tomorrow. I want to try for l0U. I left Carl and went home as quickly as my legs would carry me. This was only one of a series of talks Carl and I had. We talked of Beetho- ven and his deafness. Helen Keller being deaf, dumb, and blind, actors like Lionel Barrymore, who are crip- pled. I didn't feel so embarrassed alter a while. I started to make friends among the kids in school. I went to the school games and had just as good a time as the players. Life meant more to me. It was a challenge now and I was determined to win, and I did. I know my legs have been more of an asset to me than if I hadn't been a crip- ple. And now as I sit thinking of the pres- ent, I realize that I have traveled the hardest part of the way on the road toward making something oi myself. I see Carl sitting on the bench waiting for me to come down to tell him that I had gotten the job. How was I going to tell him that I didn't get it? The per- sonnel manager had looked at me, and then said, Sorry the job has just been filled. I know what Carl will do-his face will be sad for a moment, then he will perk up. So what? Tomorrow's another day. with another and better job waiting. You know, I'll be darned if I don't agree with him. 12 ap and Gown Jacqueline Emmerman FOUR years ago this September, a rather large group of first termers hur- ried through the long corridors of Adams, studiously ignoring the amused glances of seasoned veterans, who stood near the doors of the classrooms and in the alcoves off the stairways chatting and smiling. The idea of high school was still a novelty to us then, and we were not quite sure that we could manage the responsibilities which we had so re- cently acquired. There were those among us who were destined to be football heroes, G.O. Reps, Campus and Clipper members and some were to excel in scholastic activities as the number of terms here at Adams mounted, one upon the other. We have been at meetings where the policy of the General Organization was mapped. We have made friends among the teachers and their philosophies and ideals have helped us to shape the standards by which we shall live. We have earned a reputation lor ourselves as individuals and now in our last term at Adams we have earned a reputation as a group. Class Night, Senior Pins, graduation rings, dog-eared Regents review books, Senior Day, all these combine along with the dance of the 13 term, the Prom, to make up the list of thrills and tasks that are a course of study for an eighth termer. And then when the climax has almost been reached and we are all thinking about the speed with which the term had passed the night of Iune 27 arrives. Into the auditorium come the boys and girls who entered Adams four years ago. They march down the aisles heads held high not daring to look at the beaming faces of those on either side of them. They are the young men and women who stand now in Cap and Gown under the blazing lights of the chandeliers. . ,,,., A LM 4k,,,.. . fl- WW., . -- 5 if vii' 'vt' ' I ' ' ' Ilffkii-5 1 9'-':-fJ,',f' E L L- 2 . ei . fl V 'i 4 . 9 V YE, , 'Wav f lelg: '-f,,--if Y 1' M Y gnu, . ,V .3 rg..-.. ' W W t , ts sww.wkf2'ff'1'2.-1. 1 Q4 ' Q:a3.f,. ff r '- 652 5 71 19 JI- , g :J -ff? ,f f klpftfv , ,, ,, Pa? , I - ' ffl -v f f'l is ' E .W -. ' . S t ' t t ' im .P ,f7' I x Voice ofthe era W li sie Fischer , 7 A 1 ,-7 THE CLOSING of the 1949-'50 opera season marked the end of Edward Iohnson's regime as General Manager of the Metropolitan Opera Company, a position he has held for the last fifteen years. During Mr. Iohnson's many years at the Met, numerous changes have taken place. One could mention a long list of innovations that he has introduced in the repertoire of the company. Perhaps the development which gives Mr. Iohnson the greatest personal satisfaction has been the rise of American singers to an important position in the operatic world. They are no longer a novelty. Undoubtedly the greatest single triumph ever achieved by any young singer, American or otherwise, was the phenomenal rise of Patrice Munsel. Music critics proclaimed that America had at last developed a coloratura destined for greatness. Miss Munsel's beautiful voice is complemented by an equally wonderful personality. She is one of the most gracious persons it has ever been my privilege to meet. When I informed her of my intention to highlight her career in an article for our school magazine, she very graciously consented to an interview. Patrice had shown her early vocal talents while singing around the house and when she was twelve, her mother suggested that she take singing lessons. Patrice iumped at the opportunity and found herself gradually slip- ping away from whistling, a form of music in which she had previously been interested. I asked her if she had always held the Metropolitan as her goal. She quickly answered No, and explained that at the beginning of her sing- ing lessons she was too young to even think of it. After one of her lessons, her music teacher asked her permission to make arrangements for an appointment with Mr. Wilfred Pellitier, who was in charge of the preliminaries of the Metropolitan Opera Auditions of the Air contest. She consented, thinking that the appointment would not be made for at least a week, which would give her sufficient time to rest her voice. The next day she was flabbergasted to find that she was scheduled to appear for an audition that same day. She was so taken by surprise that she showed up in a skirt and sweater with an oversized hat and her black-rimmed glasses. When it came time to fill out the necessary applica- tion, she was afraid to state that she was seventeen. Miss Munsel did not enter the contest with the thought that she would win, but rather that she 14- might receive Mr. Pellitier's expert criticism on her voice potentials. The music she brought with her included the Mad Scene from Lucia di Lam- mermoor, the Rache aria from the Magic Flute and the Bell Song from Lakne. Miss Munsel now realizes what a foolish choice this was. since these three arias are perhaps the most difficult of all in a coloratura soprano's repertoire. She sang the Mad Scene first, and instead of being interrupted as she had anticipated, she was asked to sing not only the aria from the Magic Flute, but also the Bell Song. The audition was a success and she was accepted as one of the contestants. Two weeks after the finals, she was signed to a Metropolitan contract, all at the age of seventeen. During her years of training, lVliss Munsel had studied ten major operatic roles and she thought that her debut would be in one of these, but her first two appearances at the Met were in roles with which she was completely unfamiliar. Within six weeks, she had to learn lead parts in Mignon and The Tales of Hoffman. The night of her debut finally arrived. Curtain time was set for 8:15 P.M. She lmew she would have to allow time for costuming. but thought that the stage makeup would take only as long as heavy street makeup. She arrived at the opera house at 7:45. There, standing in front of the stage entrance, a place she has yet to see him since, was a frantic Edward Iohnson. The whole company was in a turmoil, wondering where Miss Munsel could be. Before she knew what had happened. she was ushered into a dressing room where she hastily put on her costume, had the time-consuming makeup applied, and a wig placed upon her head. There was barely enough time left for a few quick pictures. There was so much excitement during those six weeks that she was too numb to feel any first night iitters. It took six more weeks, she said, before I began to realize that at last I was singing at the Metropolitan. I've been nervous ever since. Though her career has involved a tremendous amount of work, much of it has had a lighter side. She has experienced everything imaginable: moths in her costumes, flies in her mouth while singing, train whistles breaking the serenity of her concert hall, and an unexpected interruption of Gounod's Romeo and Iuliette. She wasn't quite sure whether it was her fortune or misfortune to have given that performance before a group of young school children. It is Miss Munsel's belief that many more students would learn to enioy opera if they would begin by attending a performance of some well-known work like Carmen, Aida, or Rigoletto. Not only will they be surprised to recognize the music, but the plots are often better than most present day movies. Patrice Munsel is today one of America's foremost young singers. How- ever, when speaking with her, one realizes quickly that the tremendous acclaim she has received since her debut at the Metropolitan has not been accepted by her as the climax to her many years of hard work, but rather as a spur to continue working, realizing the full potentialities of her beautiful voice. 15 I s Xi g Mia if f 1 On The Campus Edna Reynolds Florence O'L0ughlin ALONG with the twentieth anniversary of the school comes the twentieth an- niversary of the Campus. Let's look over the years and see what the Campus of yesterday looked like in comparison with that of today. On October 16. 1930. the first issue of the Campus was published. It was considerably smaller than the Cam- pus of today. and the paper had a glossy finish. entirely different from the dull finish we now have. The first page did not show the bal- ance that our present editors strive for. There were usually two or three pictures on page one. These pictures were of new members of the faculty. candidates for major offices in the gen- eral organization or of the newest contributors to the school publication. What we know today as Adams Alley was the Question Box in the 193U's. There were no cartoons at the time. In one issue the question was directed to freshmen and it was. What do you think of the fifth and sixth termers? The following issue had this question directed to the fifth and sixth termers, What do you think of the freshmen? The answer proved to be very inter- esting. The Christmas issue was bright green, and 1941 found the Campus becoming a medalist receiver at the Columbia contest. A former Adams' student. Abe Simon, fought loe Louis. A La Mode was judged the best fashion column of the nation. The Pi- rates of Penzance waS put on by the students of the school. The mermaids and mermen of the time combined their talents in putting on an Aqua- cade. 1942 showed the effect that war was to have on Adams. Names of former Adams' students who had made the supreme sacrifice appeared in This and That. War courses were insti- tuted. Students who took this course needed four credits of radio. aeronau- tics and topography, before they could be graduated. Forums were inaugu- rated to keep the students up with the rapidly changing times. In 1943 the school formed a Victory Corps . . . The large student body re- quired three section periods. The first was at 8:23. Mr. Fisk and the Science Club made free soil tests for the Vic- tory Gardens. The Bat and Pirates of Penzance were put on for the Am- bulance fund. The money gained from 16 the sale of the tickets bought one am- bulance and started a fund for the sec- ond one. It was that year that the issue of the paper called Off the Campus fno longer publishedj first came out. There was a special Servicemen's edition which you could cut out of the paper and send overseas. 1944: the close of the annex at 82nd Street and Rockaway'Blvd., and also the end of the Annex Column. A drive was held for books for servicemen. Ethel Barge won first prize in a French contest. In, 1945, the headlines read of a Vic- tory Bond Variety Show. The goal for the sale of bonds and stamps was passed, and with it went a special as- sembly .held in tribute to Franklin D. Roosevelt. The May issue was six pages long. There was a contest called Guess Your Teacher. The prize was a sub- scription to the Campus. ' One had to tell who the teachers were by the pic- tures of their eyes. In October there was a forum on our Future Relations with Russia. It was an omen of things to come. Laurence Gaynn's name was in the headlines for winning first prize in an art contest. Pat Bohen entered the Queens Semi- Finals of the Hearst contest and won a War Bond. It was that year that a Marine Sergeant retumed to Adams to teach. Mr. Von Arx remained as the faculty adviser of the Campus until 1949, when he became head of the English department at Bay Ridge High School. It was that year that Lynne Yedwab introduced two new columnsuto the Campus : On the Campus, and Freshie's Frolicsf' Short s t o r i e s were prevalent 17 throughout the issues of 1931 and the beginning of 1932. They were con- cerned with teen-age situations. ln the latter part of 1935, the stu- dents and parents were sponsoring an all out campaign for the completion of the sport's field. Articles were pub- lished and effective cartoons were the methods used by the Campus to ob- tain support for the project. The class of September 1936 began a four page feature entitled Standard Bearers. It was dedicated to the students who had earned recognition for their char- acter and scholarship. Thus, the first ten years of Campus history were completed. I have just seen Edna Rey- nolds, a very well informed young lady, come rushing into the pubs of- fice. She is just in time to add her con- tribution to this article. Hi, Edna, I'm leaving for History. See you later. , Florence with a sigh of relief patted her notebook and disappeared. I, Ed- na Reyno1ds,'dug into the pile of pap- ers before me which represented the years 1940 through '5U. The sports page then had a column on pro baseball. Exchanges was called ln the Slot and Girls Say. There were interviews of celebrities like Harry Von Zell, Bert Lahr and Gene Krupa. We hope you won't mind if we fin- ish this article on a note of thanks. Our thanks go to Mr. Hassett, who has been on our side at all times. Our thanks to the staff, which works so hard, and with whom we have shared so many pleasures. Last but not least, our thanks to the Skipper, who has been at the head of the Campus and the Clipperf' for twenty years. X V ff-' L., , 4'-:- -.30 YA,, ?g1-. ,,Affff' X Q 13:1 . ull-1' Y . i X 55 -v'xV , ,f' ?5f-., 5. .3 - N . '. iii ff ' - . K ,, I if . I my 4 ' f - Jil' ff-SN 'f ..---. f ,.,':ggg CCN 4 , 1--Q9 J ' '95 . . 5' ff' 32 -. ' -ff' ' 2 A1 Nz, .ft X 0.112 ,-79 Q lv , ' .f ..f. .,, - fi , 5 H in , . ,, EJ 1. 1 15225 ,,-,' '1 2 . 'L ln,-' 4 4 - - 4 5' X x ' -1- 11. 2 S -3 1 5, N X ,N Wandering Time Leslie Greenspan There is a Mount up Massachusetts way Higher than thle rest and rugged topped, H X Upon whose sides I've seen the sunbeams play 'ff ox And watched the forest creatures often times if l' This , 9 , 9 ' , ,niyl K Y Romping 9mongst the tow'ring woodland pines X1 .N X Q That sway before the slightest summer breeze. ' 1 ,s 'Q1?hTl i x f I Pve noted this and noted too, reat trees ' W' r I g I- 'xii xy: ,gtnf o Fallen to the earth in violent storms 'X U 7,512 Or tottered by an axe, left to decay E Beneath the leaves of autumn and the snows K A That follow when the winds begin to blow. The mountain seems to whisper and entreat Us all to reach its highest pinnacle, To stand alone where earth and sky must meet, To stand alone and face the great deep blue And feel the strength that every sapling knew When first he sipped the nectar of the earth And stretched his spindly limbs up heaven-ward And took the sunlight from the cool spring skies. I long to feel the freedom in my bones When I stand upon the mountain's top, alone. ,Tis wand,ring time, the mountain calls again. I long to feel the trail beneath my feet, To stand before a heavy pelting rain, To smell the musty odor of the wood, To quell the rising fever in my blood By sleeping ,neath a mountain sky at night With nothing to protect me from the wind. ,Iust once again to let my whole strength ebb To lay my head upon the rocky ground Thafs to be had upon a mountain top. And raise my head and see the hills around, Then satisfied, my blood already cool I'Il start my trek to home again, to home. 18 Reflection No man is ever quite himself But others he has known, He grasps a phrase, a fleeting smile And sculptures it into his own. He dwells beside Narcissus on the Brink of a crystal spring. Hoping to touch his image there He finds it but a transient thing. l A The path he trolls is lonely, the air Drenched in aged laughter For as his footprints sink to dust Another's footsteps follow after. 54- Ll . 1,72 . A Nocturne An attic is like a darkened stage A feeble lamp, the footlighfs glow, For over the tired, crackling boards, The ghostly actors come and go. I hear their haunting cries each night, When the air is deep and dark and still. The wind whips up an overture, With a tapping beat on the window-sill. Soon sunlight,s pale thin rays invade Toppling onto dusty chairs, Cleansing the night with a golden gleam, And sweeping the shadows from the stairs. Ellen Kelly Enchantment l I stood enraptured at the sight Of one lone star above the horizon's glow. It twinkled and sparkled as if in fright Of the space between it and the earth below. Dolores Kram 1 9 Ellen Kelly 4.11 an 'nn 5' un! -v:IZCv'v Lxvvwv www Sw! The Camera Club presents . . f4aZ4m '4 anfmence cad!! ide Dean Illusion Edna Reynolds THE RAIN beat down on the man. It wasn't gentle and warm as it should have been on a spring day. It was cold and icy and cut like hail. He braced himself against the wind and contin- ued on his way. One could not help but wonder what could be important enough to make a man brave the ele- ments on that day. If anyone had fol- lowed him further they would have been even more greatly surprised. His destination was the little cemetery by the old church. He stopped there in front of a small. plain grave. The flow- ers he had protected under his coat were gently laid on the mound. The stone had weathered the years like the man who stood before it. Gradually the beating rain turned into a mirror, a mirror of the past. In its depths was reflected the vision of a young girl. She was dancing and there was a crowd. His eyes were riv- eted on her, for him there was no one else. Her movements were swift and graceful. A wild animal pent up with emotion and the love of freedom would dance like that, he thought. Her long hair was caught up in a net to prevent it from lashing her while she pirouetted. Her blue eyes reflected the excitement of the crowd and the 21 X dance, as a pool does its surround- ings. The dance came to an end. For a moment there was complete silence. Then the spell broke. The applause was thunderous. He had left the theatre and bought some flowers. A few minutes later he was back again to join the crowd at the stage door. It had been as simple as that. They often went out with each other. Din- ing at their favorite restaurant, taking long walks in the park. The spring lengthened into summer, summer into autumn and as the winter approached the ballet closed. He could not bear the thought of her leaving him. That night he had proposed. When the bal- let company went away she remained behind. There were times in the years that followed when he wondered, if she missed her former life. She danced so seldom. Sometimes, though, at the end of a day, she would take out her slip- pers and dance for him alone. Grad- ually. the picture faded. The raindrops on his face were mingled with tears. The old man sighed and turned away. He braced his body against the wind as he walked from the graveyard to the street. ii if -We-f , 1 if? -W ..- ' , 1'i1f3Ffl. IJ.. . . :: . -4' 2 '5fff '2gQf ' - .,.., t K R ,L,, 'Shiga .fggfi E u 3 4 I KNEW is was very early in the morn- ing because I wanted so much to sleep. And I knew that it was Sunday-there was no school, no piano lesson, the house didn't have to be cleaned. But I didn't know why someone was whis- pering in my ear, Phyllis, Phyllis. Come on, get up. Under the blanket, I subconsciously clenched my fist, as if to save myself the trouble of shooing the intruder away by mouth. Aw come on, Phyllis, please wake up. Answer me. I groaned a couple of groans h-oping that would do the trick, but when the voice persisted and when I felt a little cheek brushing against my neck, I cau- tiously opened one eye. Andrea, will you please take your- self out of my bed cmd leave me alone. Can't you see it's only six o'c1ock in the moming? Andy dropped her lower lip, put her head down and sulked. What makes me mean to her? I thought. Of course she doesn't know it's six o'clock. She's only three years old. I looked at the small helpless figure before me. She was such an adorable little girl - even with her uncombed curls tumbling about her forehead. But why does she insist on waking me up every Sunday morning? ' Andrea dear, I pleaded, Could you leave me alone, just for a little while? Andy an' Me Carole Astrow I closed my eyes, breathed a sigh, and smiled at my clever psychology as Andy climbed under the cover next to me. As long as she didn't say a word, I didn't mind her company. Presently, I fell asleep and drifted into one of the most interesting dreams I had ever had. I imagined myself in the midst of a tremendous toyland. On one side of me there were fuzzy grey bunnies and whenever I looked I could see rubber dolls and little girls. I spoke to one ol the girls and asked her if I could hold her bunny. Go ahead, she said. I had taken the cuddly thing into my arms when I was awakened by a shout. UMa, Phyllis took my bunny. I sat up in bed with a start. Tears were streaming down Andy's iace. Ma, Phyllis won't give me back my bunny. There in my arms was Ziggy, the grey rabbit with the big blue bow around his neck. He was clothed in a white organdy dress with red polka dots. Andy grabbed the bunny and fled from the room. In spite of my bewilderment, I clambered out of bed and slammed the door shut after Andy, then sank back on to the soft mattress, put the pillow over my head and proceeded to go to sleep. 22 Endowment ...sir , - ,.. - 5 ' 1 4 ,- Q Xi y fsf f A Ell K ll -- . ' r -' . seas- 0. en e y fr' ' K ' - -1:-.W ,tt . 2'ff ex.:asf' :-. 1 is Q , 41, 1-f fl'N I -'T TI' IOANNE spilled her fare into the box. dropping a penny. She felt herself red- dening as she picked it up and lurched self-consciously down the aisle. Avoid- ing the eyes of a group of laughing girls, she edged into the last seat and stared out of the dusty window. The day was a pale, sunny one and she grew tired of the dull familiar sights, and turning her head slightly, she looked at the girls near her. One of them smiled and waved to someone on the street as the bus strained around a comer. The sunlight rippled over her hair, highlighting its deep, blackness. Ioanne stared at it for a long moment. then tumed back to the window. She touched the palm of her hand to her straight brown hair and smoothed it, self-consciously. She stared out the window as the bus neared a stop and saw a man running to catch it. He lunged through the door, smiling and puffing. Easing himself into the seat next to her, still breathing heavily, he unfolded a wrinkled copy of the morn- ing paper. Ioanne glanced at the girls, but they were occupied in a heated discussion. As she shifted her gaze from them, she saw that the man had momentarily finished with his paper and was staring intently at her. She lowered her eyes uneasily and began to count the rivets on the back of the scarred metal seat in front of her. When she got to 10, she could feel his eyes still upon her and she wished that the ride were over. He folded his paper, coughed slightly. 23 Excuse me, but, did you ever live on Remington Street? He smiled reas- suringly and Ioanne stammered a bit as she answered, N-no. I must have you confused with some- one else. I'm sorry. Ioanne saw that the girls' conversation dwindled to an end and they were watching her. She felt a faint blush begin and her cheeks seemed hot. The man frowned and spoke again. Gee, thats' the funniest thing, you look just like her, in fact you could be twins. Pretty girl, too. Had your kind of brown hair. Guess I was wrong though. He smiled again and returned to his paper. I oanne gave him a last sidelong glance and noticed that the girls near her had resumed their conversation. She sat with her face toward the window again and she heard the deep voice over and over. You look just like her. In fact you could be twins. Pretty girl, too. That phrase kept repeating itself and she savored it like a strange dish, shyly at first, then growing accustomed to it. Had your kind of brown hair too. She sat up and slipped her fingers through her hair, lingering over it as the words sifted through her mind. The bus panted, then wheezed to a stop. Ioanne smiled a timid goodbye to the man, who was engrossed in the Sports page and didn't notice her. She got up, and with the remembrance of his words still clinging to her, walked confidently dovsm the aisle and waited for the door to open. qu: 3,- : . ,, ,-.V W' Y fjv Gwyn, gl ..A...,.M.-r A V ggwk , 1, w x- 'L . Vik- f Et , - K,' N .'t. h i M r A S if Gleanings THE SUN was shining brightly and the entire countryside basked in its warmth. The small town, surrounded by great, sloping mountains, was still, as if in a deathly sleep. The wide fields of corn were parched from want of water. Not a breeze stirred as the sun continued to beat down. From the tower in the courthouse one could see for miles, the farmlands, the houses, the roads. But along those roads and on the fields there was not a person to be seen. Mr. Stevensen, owner of the town's only drugstore, quietly dozed as a slow-moving fly buzzed around his shiny head. In the adjoining room, Mrs. Peterson rearranged the stacks of empty pop bottles. As she lifted the bottom case, she noted with dismay the fuzzy balls of dust on the bare wooden floor. Well, mebbe tomorrow she would sweep the floor, but not today. It was just too hot. When the cases were in neat stacks, ready for disposal, Mrs. Peter- son crossed over to the Coca Cola freezer and helped herself to a cold, re- freshing bottle. When she had finished the last drop, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then wiped her hand on her already dirty apron. The old wicker rocking chair looked very inviting and she pushed it into a shady comer of the store and sank down into the cold leather cushions. The whirring of the overhead fan made her drowsy and it wasn't long before she was asleep .... The screen door creaked open, then closed with a loud bang. A thin, harsh looking woman entered the store. Her piercing blue eyes searched the room 'til they rested on Mrs. Peterson's sleep- ing figure. She took a step toward her -then stopped. She stared at her for a moment and then walked slowly around the store picking up various cans and packages. When her shopping bag was suf- ficiently full, she looked once again at Mrs. Peterson, as she slept peacefully. Her dull brown hair had fallen slight- ly over one eye and her large, rough hands were folded in her apron. The woman opened the screen door and walked out into the blazing sun. Her young son came running down the dusty road to meet her. Did you get everything, Mom? Yes, son, I got everything. She handed the bag to him and to- gether they walked toward home, fac- ing the hot penetrating sun. Anna Semple EVERYONE had left. The janitor was snapping off the lights and the entire library was blanketed in a dark hush. The stillness was as thick as a London fog. Then suddenly, as if a magic wand had been spread over the books, they all came to life. Every thin gen- tle beautifully bound book and every huge clumsy one came and danced on the tables. But then, amidst the joyful laughter and gay confusion, huddled in a cor- ner, was a very old, wom book. The most recent copyright date was 1903. Curious, the big Webster Dictionary went over and asked what was the 24 matter. The little book sobbed out a story: You know, when I was new everyone took me out, now no one wants me. I'm all dusty and I just sit here in this dark corner all the time. hoping against hope someone might want me. The last time the librarian took inventory she co1.rldn't find me on the shelf so she didn't even bother to look for me. You don't know what it is to be wanted. You always feel some- one's warm hands on your page. The dictionary soothed the little book and went back to the corner. The little book settled back and thought of all the good times he had seen, remembering the time someone used a piece of raw bacon as a book mark. If you were to look on page 96, you would still see the grease stains. Those were the good old days! Now the books were all rushing back to their shelves as the first gray streaks of dawn came into view. Oh, well, thought the little book, another day, more people and maybe, just maybe. Ioan Bumos I g . ' ,., t ,fr f if Q fl Q Q f, 1 -rj' ,lg-HfX'G Egg?-Cj-,f .- , 5 .,.,.,N h , V l j 25 OKEEFENOKEE is one of the most beautiful, yet eerie swamps on earth. During the day you see alligators sun- ning themselves on the sandy banks and graceful flamingos. herons, and storks flutter about searching for food. The night softly falls. The swamp be- comes a dismal and forboding place. Copperheads, diamond backs, water moccasins. and coral snakes are out in search of frogs. F rom somewhere in the swamp a wild dog screams. growls and then all is quiet. There is a soft gurgling sound. The clog has stepped into one of the many quicksand pits. A frog sits silently on a mud bank, listening very intently to a slithering sound coming toward him through the swamp grass. He springs back into the water and disappears. A six foot dia- mond back rears its ugly head over the bank. Losing all control. the snake attacks an old bull alligator. The alli- gator seizes the reptile in his powerful jaws. The snake hissing and spitting. tries desperately to strike. The gator draws himself, and the snake into the water. There's a loud splash. and then a deep unbroken silence. The Spanish moss hangs in festoons from branches of trees. The moonlight glints eerily on the trunks of the marsh giants and makes weird patterns on the water. The swamp is quiet now, the moon sinks lower and lower in the sky, and slowly disappears. In a few moments the sun is up and the land of trembling earth is once more a beautiful place. Wayne Finch MAN is an insignificant being, created to be guided or pushed into his place in life by a supreme power called the State. This is the basic theory effect- ively expounded by less than one per cent of the people in the United States to undermine the democratic and Christian principles that are the belief of the majority. I do not group democ- racy and Christianity together because the Communists denounce God and His teachings as much as they scorn the right of the individual to be free. It is written in that manner because Karl Marx, the archprophet of Com- munism, linked them himself, when he said: The democratic concept ot man is false because it is Christian. The democratic concept holds that . . . each man is a sovereign being. This is the illusion, dream, and postulate of Christ- ianity. Those words seem to suggest that a man, any man, should be with- out a purpose in life, holding faith in nothing but an imperious force, the State. Our Founding Fathers must have an- ticipated a future movement such as this, one that is bent on the destruction of a free America. In the Declaration of Independence they explicitly listed these self-evident truths, All men are created equal, that they are endowed A .. The Declaration Joan Sokolowski by their Creator with certain unalien- able Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness. This protection of individual rights has safeguarded the United States and its citizens from oppression for over one- hundred seventy years, and now, as we step into the world of responsibility. these freedoms are figuratively handed to us on a silver platter. Will we be able to pass them on to our children, or will that one per cent of the popula- tion force us to relinquish them? Anyone who believes i.n the dignity of man will most likely agree that the basic freedoms we as Americans en- ioy must be passed on intact to future generations. However, while that is the doctrine of ninety-nine per cent of the people, it is being actively sup- ported by less than one per cent of this group. The harsh fact is that more people are working to destroy this na- ation than there are those willing to protect it! How can we change this situation? The best way for us to ac- complish this is to stand up and fight whenever we feel that our personal liberties are being attacked. A pos-- sible rebuttal to this solution may be the all-too-common query of, But what good can I do? I'm only one person. All I have to say is, Better to light one candle than to curse the darkness. 26 l Let There Be Light B' Gloria Cosgrove if t n o oeo o o are THE sound of a man's voice will make him heard but only effort and never pity shall bring forth an utterance from his lips. He read the words, studied them, then rose from his chair as if to with- draw from the magnetic hold they had on him. The lines in his face deepened as he walked away, then glanced thoughtfully back through the doorway allowing his eyes to rest momentarily on the open book. He went into the adioining room and as he passed her desk the middle-aged librarian said in a friendly tone. It's nice to see you again, Mr. Barton. You come so seldom. Well goodnight now. He made no reply but a slight nod in her direction, as he made his exit. Indeed, she expected no more of an answer than that. He had fully acknowledged his short-coming, but never once had he challenged it. To those who knew him he was Mr. Barton and invariably he was referred to as the man who lives in that big white house a few blocks from the library. There were those who lmew him and some who tried to understand, but he seemingly cared to associate with none of them. He was content to be an observer rather than a participant in life. It was not a lack of interest in his fellow man that restrained him but rather a feeling of uselessness. No, Iohn Barton was not one to be fooled. He was a deep and serious thinker and he found himself engrossed in deep thought as he made his way homeward that evening. Above all a man is made to live-to live a rich full life, to reap an abun- dant harvest from his talents and to share his profits with others. This was what he believed and gradually he was realizing that his talents were not completely beyond salvation but rather had been temporarily buried beneath his lack of faith in himself. The misty atmosphere obscured his vision as he strained to see his house a short distance beyond. The fog hung over it as an ill-fitted garment draped carelessly about a thin frame. It was what might have been a comfortable inviting home but it was now devoid of the human warmth it had once consumed. He stood silently as the fog began to lift and as if some unseen orator was before him he heard the words: A man's voice shall make him heard, but only effort and never pity shall bring forth an utterance from his lips. The sincere desire to really live welled within him and sound poured miraculously from his mouth. I must live. The dimness was replaced by light for he had spoken-he, who for years had been mute. 27 .ms t www . i. ct. Y Q, it .-gi ,i.,, t Shoving ff ,Ioan Moylett FRIENDS and relations crowd the shore cheering the majestic Clipper ship as she comes 'round the bend. On board, the crew jams the rail. at once anxious and relieved: happy and sorrowful, the four year voyage has come to an end: they strain their eyes and hearts eagerly towards the world they will soon join. The ship is a large, masterful one. The four hundred fifty crew men were a bit awed by its greatness and strangeness when they first signed on four years ago. They were green for a while, but the guiding hands of the offi- cers, their patience and interest, and the friendliness and good natured com- panionship of their fellow crewmen, quickly drew them into the routine of ship-board life. They came to love and revere the worn decks and hull of their Clipper ship. Their course. chartered assiduously. with foresight and wisdom, was interesting and, exciting. They visited strange ports, met unique, exciting people, learned new language and customs with which they had never expected to come in contact. The duties of each seaman aboard ship were planned and assigned after careful consideration of the individual ability of each. At times, the entire crew worked as a unit to preserve the honor, or advance the standing of their ship, in contest with other vessels. This situa- tion-in which one works as a member of a team, and as an individual-is a rare one which assures the highest degree of intellectual and physical development. They have learned, perhaps most salient curiosity and dogmatic book- learnin' : between constructive disagreement and ignorant condemnation. They have enjoyed four unforgettable years, filled with education, under- standing, work. companionship, and good fun. There is much laughter and gaiety and hand-clasping aboard ship now. Land is well in sight: disembarkation is a short time off. The happy crewmen gaze fondly over the riggings and trappings of the stalwart ship. They rush to wish a thankful farewell to the officers who remain to sign on another crew of fresh, eager, young people. They make plans to meet again, to keep alive the fine friendships which have grown while they fought and learned and matured together. These friendships will last they vow, for based upon the companionship and closeness which fostered them they will not easily or willingly be dissolved. There is little note of apprehension, or fear, or hesitancy here. For they have been trained well. And with the courage and enthusiasm of youth, they will go forward into the world, aware of the turbulence, the equivocal future, the vacillating. hazardous times, but, with the training they have received, not only in life aboard ship, but in life the world over, they are prepared to cooperate and to learn, and, perhaps, to eventually solve many of the prob- lems of the tumultous world they now enter. 28 1 f- ABRUZZI, IOSEPH-P.S.A.L. Pins: Silver. Bronze A's : Hall Patrol: Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Mr. Hundt: Softball. Basketball Intramurals.-Business. AGUD, VINCENT-fMeritorious. Service Awards: Com- mendation Card: Minor A's in Track and Cross Country: Bronze, Silver A's : G.O. President: Execu- tive Council: Aide to Mr. Confoy, Mr. Morse. Mr. Schiffres. Mrs. Hart. Mr. O'Shea, Mrs. Austin: Captain of Lunchroom: P.S.A.L. Pins: Winged-Foot. Spanish Glee Clubs.-Cambridge School of Radio. AHEARN. IAMES-P.A.S.L. Pins: Silver A's : Meri- torious Service Award: Hall Patrol: Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Mr. Landers. Mr. McNamara: Handball Bas- ketball, Football Intramurals.-U.S. Navy. AITKEN. HENRIETTA-Bronze A : Second Honor Awards: Iunior P.S.A.L. Pin: First Aid and Home Nurs- ing Certificates: Sewing Awards: Sewing Squad for Bazaar: Aide to Miss Iohnston, Miss Riordon. Mr. Hasset: Library and Lunchroom Squads: Meritorious. Secretarial Service: Table Captain: Senior Glee. Pemblic.-Barbizon School of Modeling. ALFARONE. FRANK-Second Honors: Bronze P.S.A.L. Pin: Aide to Mr. Piatti, Mr. Hundt, Mrs. Hart: Lunch- room Squad: Hall Patrol: Band: Field Band: Basket- ball.-Iuilliard School of Music. ALLEN. MARILYN - First. Second Honors: Bronze. Silver, Gold A's : Iunior, Senior Arista: Major. Minor A's : Leaders' L Star: P.S.A.L.. Swimming. Spanish Proficiency Pins: First Aid. Nutrition, Meritori- ous, Exceptional Service Certificates: Aide to Miss Tierney. Mrs. Fyfe. Mrs. Troyano. Mrs. La Bar. Mrs. Mecinski. Miss Iewell: Swimming, Dramatics: Wit's End. Three's a Crowd: Class Night '50.--Business. E75 The most useless day of all is that in which we havenit laughed. ll -Chamfort 53 Ee ALLEN. PRISCILLA - Silver Bronze A's : Maior. Minor A's : Leaders' L Star: First Aid Certificate: P.S.A.L. All-Around Medals: Iunior P.S.A.L. Swimming Pin: Aide to Mrs. Mecinski, Miss Feinberg, Mrs. Austin: Lunchroom Squad: Basketball. Volleyball. Table Tennis, Modern Dancing. Leaders. Cheerleaders. Softball, Badminton Clubs: Dramatics- Wit's End : Fashion Show '48.-Beauty Culture School. ALLWEISS. IOSEPHINE M.-First. Second Honors: Bronze. Silver, Gold A's : Iunior, Senior Arista: Span- ish. French Proficiency Pins: Commendation Cards: First Aid Certificat'e: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: Aide to Miss Brennan, Mr. Patterson, Miss Deliernay: Lunchroom Squad: Clipper Staff Mem- ber: French. Spanish. Iudean Clubs.-Queens College. AMBROSINO, ROSE-Second Honors: Bronze A : P.S.A.L. Pin: First Aid Certificate: Fashion Show '47: Aide to Mrs. Gould. ,Miss O'Connor, Miss Riordon: Newman, French, Basketball, Softball Clubs.-Busi- ness. AMBROSIO. CONCETTA - Second Honors: P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid, Home Nursing C'ertificates: Aide to Mr. Sheppard: Lunchroom Squad: Secretarial. Square Dancing Clubs.-Business. ANGRISANI, THERESA-P.S.A.L. Pin: First Aid. Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Mrs. Keegan, Miss Riordon. Miss McLoughlin: Lunchroom Squad: Soft- ball. Square Dancing, Newman Clubs: Fashion Show. Class Night.-Fashion Modeling. ANSHANSLIN, KARL - Spanish Proficiency Pin: Second Honors: Bronze A : Basketball '48: Softball. Football Intramurals: Aide to Mr. Steinhauer, Mrs. Dones: Hall Patrol: Lunchroom Squad.-College. 30 ANTAKI, CLAIRE-First Aid, Home Nursing, Nutrition Certificates: Aide to Miss Keller, Miss Iohnston, Mr. Sheppard, Mr. Weisberg, Miss Wershals: Softball, Social Dancing, Iunior Glee Clubs: Section Represent- ative, 3rd, 4th, 5th Terms: Class Night '50-Cooper Union College of Art. APIN, GLADYS-First Aid Certificate: Aide to Miss Keller: Dramatics- Three's A Crowd : Table Tennis, Pemblic, Chemistry Clubs.-Brooklyn Methodist School of Nursing. ARNOLD, WILLIAM-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Iunior, Senior Arista: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: Art, Lunchroom Squads: History Office Aide: Hall Patrol: Spanish Club: Span- ish Choral Group: Forums.-University of Pennsyl- vama. ARUANNO, PATRICIA - Second Honors: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Miss Wershals, Miss Keller: Lunchroom Squad: Newman. Cheerlead- ers, Ping-Pong, Volleyball, Basketball Clubs: Class Night: Fashion Show '47, '48.-Penn Hall College. ASTONE, LOUIS - Forum: Meritorious Service Cer- tificate: Commendation Card: Shuffleboard: Billiard Club: P.S.A.L. Pins.-Miami University. AURICCHIO, LOUIS-P.S.A.L. Pins: Table Captain, Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Mr. Brennan: Italian, Newman Clubs: Handball, Basketball Intramurals.- Fordham University. Speerh IS a mirror 0 the soul as man speaks, so is he. 'iii -Syrus ,i U A -1- - BALLETT, ARION ,tyllentorxous an 'Exceptional er 'ce ards: NSZ.1H1on-- nd Fir 'drfflide to s. ' I Riordo : Swi e:,fL51nchroom, W t Ed., 'tarial Offic lv, ollpybafl Club.- Btxs n ss Sch . , - BALLMAN, WILBUR - Lunchroom Squad: Clipper Art Staff: Basketball Intramurals, Softball, Handball. Football.-Business. BANDIERO, MARILYN-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver A's : Senior Arista, Italian Proficiency Pins: Com- mendation Card: Meritorious Service: Honor Assembly Program: Clipper Staff: Associate Editor of Clip- per : Italian Club: Lunchroom Squad.-St. Ioseph's College. BARBIERI, ELEANOR - Italian Proficiency, P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid, Service Certificates: Aide to Miss Brennan, Miss Freese, Miss Feinberg, Mrs. Giam- malvo: Lunchroom Squad: Newman Club: Class Night 1950: Paper Representative.-Business. BARONE, FRANK-First, Second Honors: Iunior, Senior Aristas: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Special Com- mendation Card: Proficiency in Italian: Honor Certifi- cates: Aide to Mrs. Mather, Miss Curran: Service: Lunchroom: Hall Patrol: Basketball, Football, Base- ball Intramurals: Italian Club: P.S.A.L. Pins: Athletic Awards: Art Club.-College. BARONE, THERESA-Bronze A : Second Honors: First Aid: .Meritorious Service Awards: Italian Pro- ficiency Pin: Aide in Library, Lunchroom, General Office: Home Nursing: Modern, Square Dancing.- Business. 31 BARRY, EILEEN-First Aid Certificate: Iunior P.S.A.L. l Pin: P.S.A.L. All-Around Medal: Aide to Mrs. Fyfe, Mrs. Clemens: Lunchroom: Fashion Shows '47, '48: Softball, Leaders, Volleyball, Basketball, Newman Clubs.-Business. BARRY, LUCIANO-Minor A's : Track Team '48, '49, '50: Aide to Miss Disbrow, Mr. Delaney, Mrs. Mather: Lunchroom Squad: Italian, Iunior Glee Club: Advanced Chorus, Senior Glee Clubs.-N.Y.U. BASCIO, ANNA-Second Honors, Bronze A's : First Aid Certificate: Meritorious Service Awards: Fash- ion Show '47: Service: Dean's Squad, Emergency Room, Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Miss Curran, Mrs. Austin, Miss Feinberg, Mrs. Gould, Miss Wershcrls: Basketball, Softball, Dramatic Clubs- Wit's End. Three's a Crowd, Her First Party Dress. Elmer, Sugar and Spice : Class Night '5U. - Business School. BASKO, LOIS-First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Mrs. Secor, Lunchroom: Iunior Glee Club.- Business. BATINSEY, IOHN-Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Mr, Stern: Football Intramurals.-Business. BAUER, BETTY-Second Honors: First Aid, Home Nurs- ing Certificates: Library Squad: Table Captain: Lunch- room Sergeant: Gle'e Club: P.S.A.L. Swimming Award: Class Night '5U.-Business. 175 N Defer not till tomorrow to be wise, S: X Tomorroufs sun to thee may never rise. -Wm. Congreve s Gs BAUER, WALTER - Service Award: Aide to Mr. Gunthert, Mr. McNamara: Basketball Team '48, '49: Basketball Intramurals.-Business. BAUMANN, ANDREW-Aide to Mr. Fisch: Track, Soft- ball Clubs.-Business. BAUMANN, MURIEL-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : First Aid Certificates: G.O. Section Repre- sentative: Meritorious, Exceptional, Distinguished Service Awards: Aide to Mrs. Fahey, Miss MacDowell. Mrs. Lyons: Fashion Show: Lunchroom Squad: lunior Glee Club: Volleyball Club: Class Night.-Business. BELLUCCI, IOAN-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Iunior, Senior Aristas: Meritorious, Ex- ceptional Service Awards: Latin Proficiency Pins: P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Fashion Shows: Aide to Mr. LaGuardia, Mrs. Perretti, Miss Johnston, Mr. Patterson: Dean's, Library, Lunch- room Squads: Softball, Volleyball, Social Dancing. Cheerleaders Clubs.-Business. BENNETT, ALLEN - Second Honors: Senior Arista: Aide to Mr. Sheppard, Mr. Tobias, Mr. Camson, Miss Leary: Lunchroom Squad: Iunior Glee Club: Track Team '48, '49: Softball, Football, Basketball Intra- murals.-College. BERNSTEIN, IEROME-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Senior Arista: Meritorious, Excep- tional Service Awards: First Aid Certificate: Aide to Miss DeKernay, Miss Shottland, Mr. Gorman: Lunch- room Lieutenant: Hall Patrol: Photography, French, Iudean Clubs: Class Night.-Queens College. 32 BETZ, IUNE-First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Fashion Show '47, '48: Class Night '50: Aide to Mrs. Keegan, Mrs. Gould: Lunchroom Squad: Section Rep- resentative: Softball, Basketabll, Volleyball Clubs.- Business. BIANCO, FRANCES-Meritorious Service, First Aid Certificates: Aide to Mrs. La Bar, Mrs. Austin, Miss Maloney, Miss Riordon: Secretarial Service, Mr. Weis- berg: Lunchroom: Modern Dancing, Newman Clubs. -Laboratory Institute of Merchandising. BIANC , ROSE-Bronze A P. . Pins: Second R I , . e to , iss Hess, YS- OSS, s ' on : ' g Certitic te: Lunchroom a , n rs, 99 -Bust' BIERDS, BARBARA-Second Honors Certificate: Bronze A : First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Class Night '50: Aide to Mrs. Gould, Mrs. Grehan: Lunchroom Squad: General Office: Exceptional, Meritorious Serv- ice Awards: Iunior, Senior Glee Clubs: Spanish Club. -Business. BLACKBURN, GEHARD-P.S.A.L. Pins: Football, Soft- ball Intramurals: Library Squad: Hall Patrol: Dean's, Lunchroom Squads: Table Captain: Newman, Shuffle- board, Football Clubs: Football, Baseball Squads.- Georgia Tech. BLAKE, MARY-Second Honors: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Mrs. Mather: General Office: Lunchroom Squad: Square Dancing Club.- Business. In everything one must consuler the end. ki Fontaine ,, l BLAUT, RUTH-Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Second Honors: German Proficiency Pins: Senior Arista: First Aid Certificate: Meritorious Service Award: Clipper Staff: Aide to Mr. Iacobson: Serg'eant in Lunchroom: German Club.-Hunter College. BOBENHAUSEN, MARY-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Iunior, Senior Aristas: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: First Aid, Nutrition, Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Mr. Kelly, Miss Riordon: Lunchroom: Social Dancing, Law Clubs.-Business. BONSIGNORE, RICHARD - Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Italian Proficiency Pin: Meritorious Service Award: Aide to Mr. Kuhle, Mr. Morse, Mr. McNamara, Mr. Piatti, Lunchroom: Field Band '47, '48, '49, '5U: Swing Band '48, '49, '50: Iunior, Senior Aristas: Dramatics - The Hasty Heart, Finishing School, Book Lovers. -Cooper Union. BOOS, ELIZABETH-Commendation Card from Miss Berner: Class Night '49, '5U: Iunior, Senior P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Meritorious Service Award: Aide to Mrs. Keegan: Fashion Shows: Iunior, Senior, Advanced Glee, Spanish, Dramatics Clubs: G.O. Section Representative.-Business. BOROWSKI, FELIX - Second Honors: Bronze A : Meritorious Service Award: Late, Library, Lunchroom, Hall Patrol Squads.-Business. BOSCH, SHIRLEY-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Spanish Proficiency Pin: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Lunchroom Squad: Clipper Staff: Class Night '50: Aide to Mr. Mould, Miss Riordon, Mr. Clarke: Social Dancing.-Business. 33 BOTSCHELLER, BARBARA-P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid Certificate: Sewing Awards: Fashion Shows '47, '48: Class Night '5U: Aide to Mrs. Keegan, Lunchroom Squad: Sewing, Basketball, Volleyball, Social Danc- ing Clubs.-Business. BOWDEN, LORRAINE - First Aid Certificates: Class Night '5U: Aide to Mr. Ullmann, Mrs. Ross, General Office: Lunchroom Squad: Newman Club.-Business. BOWE, CATHERINE-Iunior, Senior P.S.A.L. Swimming Pins: First Aid, Nutrition Certificates: Lunchroom Library Squads: Aide to Miss Riordon: Social Danc- ing, Cheerleaders Clubs.-Business. BRABAND, ELIZABETH-First Aid, Home Nursing Cer- tificates: P.S.A.L. Pin: Lunchroom Service.-Business. BRADLEY, BERTRAM-Senior Arista: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Second Honors: Spanish Proficiency Pin: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: Lunchroom. Biology Laboratory, Dean's Squads: Aide to Mr. Hundt, Mrs. Gonzalez, Mr. Gonzalez: Spanish Choral Group, Spanish Verse Speaking Choir: Forums. -Cornell Uniyersity. ,. I Bttll-lND,iHBLEN-+P.S.A.L. ,gingfrifsf Aid. Home Nurs- ing Certificatves: Meritorious Service Award: MLibrary 1,1 ,NW V14 L fi H fl ' 1 ' if itififif J 1 l -,' w v ., . Y ' v fi! Ewf ,J Service, Aide 1 Mrs: Mu11igap:,5..seniqrQ1f.1ge AClub: Lunchroom Squgd:'Class Night.4Nuigsegf 'afining. I 3E-va Dlsraeli i ts 0' To be conscious that you are ignorant is a great step to knowledge. S: X ... BRAZENOR, IANET - First, Second Honors: Iunior Arista: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Meritorious Service Award: Leaders L and Star: P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid Certificate: Iunior Swimming Pin: Aide to Miss Maloney, Mrs. Lyons, Miss Lynch, Mrs. Gould: Lunch- room Squad: Leaders, Swimming, Ch'eerleaders: Dra- matics- Wit's End and Little Darling. -Business. BREM, IOAN-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver A's : Home Nursing, First Aid Certificates: Iunior, Inter- mediate P.S.A.L. Pins: Service History Office: Lunch- room Squad: Softball, Leaders Clubs.-Business. BRENNAN, CHARLOTTE-Second Honors: First Aid. Home Nursing Certificates: Service in Library, Lunch- room, Emergency Room, Mrs. Austin, Mrs. La Bar: Basketball, Volleyball Clubs.-Nurse's Training. BROGAN, EDWARD-Second Honors: P.S.A.L. Pins: In- tramurals: Aide to Mr. Ross, Mr. Leiderman: Patrol, Lunchroom Squad: Newman Club.-Merchant Marine Academy. BRYANT, MARGARET-Iunior, Senior P.S.A.L. Pins: Iunior, Senior Life-Saving Pins: Major, Minor A's : Fashion Shows: Honorable Mention: First Aid, Home Nursing, Nutrition Certificates: Clipper Contributor: Class Night: Aide to Mr. Clarke, Mrs. Austin, Miss Hess, Mrs. Fyfe, Cheerleaders.-Trophagen School of Costume Designing. BUONAGURA, BETTY-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver A's : First Aid, Nutrition Certificates: Meritorious Service Award: Service in General Office, Lunch- room: Aide to Mrs. Ross, Mr. Ullmann, Mr. Custance, Mr. Patterson.-New York Institute of Dietetics. 34- BURKE, NANCY--First Aid, Nutrition Certificates: Aide to Miss Berner, Mrs. Fyfe, Mr. Steinhauer, Lunch- room: Volleyball, Basketball.-Katherine Gibbs. BURY, LILLIAN-First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Class Night '50: Aide to Mr. Patterson, Miss Fordrung, Mr. Steinhauer: Lunchroom Squad: Iunior Life-Saving, P.S.A.L. Pins: Basketball, Softball Clubs.-Modeling. CAFARO, MARZIA-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver A's : Italian Proficency Pins: First Aid Certificate: Aide to Miss Laws, Miss Riordon, .Miss Milella: Lunchroom Squad: Italian Club.-Business. CAGWIN, IOAN-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver A's : Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: Latin Pro- ficiency Pins: First Aid Certificate: P.S.A.L. Pins: First Priz'e in Second Term Sewing: Fashion Shows: Sec- retary of Iunior Arista: Class Night '5U.-Endicott Iunior College. CALDICOTT, IACK-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Minor, Major Letters: P.S.A.L. Pins: Senior Arista: Basketball Team, '47, '48: Baseball Team, '49, '5D: Aide to Mr. Campson, Mr. Shields, Miss Disbrow: Hall Patrol: Iunior Glee, Spanish Glee Clubs: Basket- ball, Handball, Softball.-Queens College. CALLIES, GEORGE-Oscar Fall Term 1949: Minor, Major Letters in Track: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Aide to Mr. Morse, Mr. Norton, Mr. O'Shea, Miss Bemer: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: Dramatics- Murder in Hollywood, Christmas Carol, The Band at Bakerville High, Between Americans, The Pot Boi1ers, The Florist Shop : Fourth Term l Representatives.-College. v Will and intellect are one and the same thing. l .-.Benedict Spinoza CANGEMI, IEAN-P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid and Home Nursing Certificates: First Honors: Chevrons: Aide to Mrs. Clemens, .Miss Armstrong: Lunchroom Squad: Volleyball, Basketball, Cheerleaders, Secretarial, Newman Clubs: Fashion Shows '46, '47: Class Night '50.-Kath'erine Gibbs Secretarial School. CAPRIO, AGATHA-Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : First, Second Honors: Spanish Proficiency Pins: Iunior, Sen- ior Arista: Meritorious Service Certificates: Aide to Mr. Clemens: Sergeant in Lunchroom: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Newman, Softball, Cheerleaders Clubs: Class Night '50,-Vassar College. CARLSON, SOPHIE-First Aid, Home Nursing Certifi- cates: Meritorious Service Award: Aide to Mrs. Wagler, Miss Feinberg: Lunchroom Squad: Softball, Volleyball Clubs.-Business. CARRICK, IOAN--Bronze, Silv'er A's : Second Hon- ors: Service Award: First Aid Certificate: P.S.A.L. Pins: Aide to Mrs. Fyfe: Service Iunior, Senior Glee Clubs: Class Night '50: Modern Dancing, Basketball. Volleyball, Radio, Senior Arista, Chemistry Clubs.- Business. CARROLL, FLORENCE-First Aid Certificate: Aide to Mr. Patterson, Mrs. Fahey, Miss Riordon, Lunchroom: Cheerleaders, Softball Club.-Business School. 'E' CARUSO, IOHN - Lunchroom Squad: Mimeograph Work.-Pace College. 35 yr . - I CASCAVILLA, ,MADDALENA-First Aid,'Home Nursing Certificates: fP.S.A.L. Pin: Meritorious Service Award: Aide to Mrs. Keegan, Miss Riordon: Modern Dancing Club: Dramatics- The linac From Alabama : Class Night 1950.-Drake's Business School. cAss1A. LORIA-Second glors: First Aid, me Nursing C rtific tesg Seco Term O. Hepr nta- tive: Serv in ng 1sh, en al, n nc' ffices: Aide i nn, U ' , q Hearth- s ne we e 1, al, ders Is: Leader's , ead r' St 'r . . . 'Round edal: Swim- g Pin: evro s: shion Shows: ass Night.- B ness. X CASTELLI, ANTHONY-Red Cross Certificates: Serv- ice Certificate: Hall Patrol: Table Captain, Lieutenant, Guard on Lunchroom Squad: Baseball, Basketball, Softball, Handball Intramurals.-Business. CERCELLI, ELEANOR--Second Honors: Special Rec- ommendation Card: P.S.A.L. Medal: First Aid, Home Keegan, Miss O'Connor: Honorable Mention: Chevrons for Softball, Volleyball, Basketball Clubs.-Business. CHANCE, KENNETH - Second Honors: Bronze A : Basketball, Football Intramurals: Bronze, Silver P.S.A.L. Pins: Aide to Mr. O'Connor. Mr. Kelly: Lunchroom Squad: Senior Glee Club: Dramatics- Monkey's Paw, Iinx from Alabama. -United States Navy. CHESTNUT, DOROTHY-Second Honors: Bronze A : Meritorious, Exceptional, First Aid Certificates: Aide to Mr. Byrne, Miss Armstrong, Mrs. Lyons, Campus Staff: Class Night '5U: Lunchroom Sergeant. - Nurses Training, Kings County Hospital. ws T w , , - . Better by far thou should forget and smzle, K, EF, ACAD Than that thou remember and be sml. CHINDAMO, ROSE - Iunior Arista, Bronze A . Meritorious Service: Second Honors, First Aid, Nutri- tion, Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Miss Iohn- ston, Mrs. Mecinski, Miss Riordon.-Business. CINIGLIO, MICHAEL-Second Honors: Bronze, Sil- ver A's : Spanish Proficiency Pin: Minor A : Public Speaking Contest: Forum: Service Aide to Mr. Mara- lian, Mrs. Stein, Language Office, Biology Laboratory: Basketball, Volleyball Intramurals: Lunchroom Squad. -Business. CISEK, LEON-Second Honors: Bronze, P.S.A.L. Pin: Aide to Mr. Steinhauer, Mr. Brennan: Hall Patrol, Lunchroom Squads: Latin, Biology Clubs: Handball, Softball, Football Intramurals.-United States Marines. CLOKE, LILA-Bronze A : Second Honors: Iunior Arista: First Aid, Meritorious Service Certificates: P.S.A.L., Spanish Proficiency Pins: Aide to Miss McCartin, Miss de Kernay, Miss Brennan, Miss lanes. Mrs. Heine, Mr. Maralian, Library, Lunchroom Squads: Softball, Volleyball, Latin, Iunior Clubs.-Business. COHEN, GLADYS-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver A's : Iunior Arista: P.S.A.L., German Proficiency Pins: Meritorious Service, Certificate: Lunchroom, Li- brary Squads: Newspaper Representative: Iudean, Ping Pong, Volleyball, Spanish, Glee Clubs.-Oswego State Teachers College. CONNOLLY, IOAN-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Iunior, Senior Arista: Spanish Proficiency Pin: Meritorious Service Certificate: Aide to Mrs. Fyfe, Miss lohnston, Clipper Office: Lunch- room Squads: Volleyball, Basketball Clubs: Class Night '50,-Hunter College. 36 To err lS human, to orgive is divine. il CONTRACT, ZITA-Meritorious Service Award: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Mr. Patterson, Biology Laboratory, Programing Committee, Lunch- room Squad-Table Captain: Modern Dancing, Square Dancing, Iudean Clubs: Dramatics- Five for Bad Luck, Who Gets the Car Tonight? , Fright. - City College. COOK, VIRGINIA - Second Honors. Iunior Arista: First Aid Certificate: P.S.A.L. Medal: Fashion Show '46: Aide to Mrs. Keegan, Mrs. Secor: Basketball, Volleyball, Leaders, Softball, Table Tennis Clubs: Leaders Letter L. -Business. COSGROVE, GLORIA-Second Honors, Iunior, Senior Arista: First Aid and Meritorious Service Certificates: Aide to Mrs. Mulligan: Clipper Staff and Associate Composing Editor: Lunchroom Squad: Table Tennis Club.-Business. COSTELLO. ROBERT - Second Honors, Bronze A : First Aid Certificate: Aide to Mrs. Lyons, Mr. Byrne: Hall Patrol: Clipper Art Staff: Swimming Team '48: Newman Club.-College. CRAWFORD, EDWARD-Second Honors, First Aid Certificate: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's P.S.A.L. Pins: Basketball, Football, Handball Intramurals: Aide to Mr. Steed, Mr. Hundt, Mr. Byrne, Dean's Squad: Lunch- room, Table Captain.-Pratt Institute. CRETELLA, CAROLINE-First Aid Certificate: P.S.A.L. Medal: Campus : Seventh Term Representative: Aide to Mr. Weisberg, Miss Riordon, Mr. Puorro: Lunch- room Squads: Chevrons, Basketball, Volleyball, Soft- ball, Cheerleaders, Leaders, Square Dancing Clubs: Dramatics- Three's a Crowd, Sugar and Spice, Wit's End : Class Night '50,-Business. -,,,, CROSBY, RICHARD-Major A's : P.S.A.L. Pin: Bas- ketball '46, '5IJ: Championship '48, '49: Aide to Mr. O'Shea, Mr. Delaney, Mr. Shields.-University of Washington. CROSS, PIERCE-Bronze, Silver, Gold A'S : Meritori- ous and Exceptional Service Awards: Commendation Cards: G.O. Section Representative: Major A's in Track, Cross Country: Track Teams in '48, '49, '5U: Cross Country '48, '49: Field and Concert Bands Slfg Years: Spanish Choral Group '48, '49: Forum: Lunch- room Squad, Co-Captain: Aide to Mr. Landers: Cam- era Club: Class Night '50.-New York University. CURRAN, IANET-First Aid and Home Nursing Certifi- cates: Swimming Pin: Aide to Miss Riordon. Mrs. Keegan.-Business. A , N CZARNECKL, ALFRED-Bronze A : P.S.A.L. Awards: Softball Intramurals: Hall Patrol: Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Mr. Byrne.-New York University. CZERWONKA, ADELAIDE-Second Honors: Bronze A : Meritorious Service Certificate: Special Forum Commendations: Clothing and Textile Award: First Aid and Nutrition Certificates: Fashion Show '47: G.O. Representative: Forums: Dramatics: Service in Attendance Office: Lunchroom Squad.-Business. DALE, IOAN-First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Lunchroom Squad-Business. 37 l DATTEL, ALBERT-Minor Letters, Major Letters in Swimming: Aide to Dr. McGill, Mr. Rennert, Mr. Norton, Mr. Scarlata, Miss Gannon: Iunior, Senior Glee Clubs.-Long Island University. D'AURIA. DONALD-Meritorious Service Certificates: Hall Patrol. Lunchroom Squad: Handball, Softball, Intramurals.-Business. D'AURIA, STELLA-First, Second Honors: Iunior Arista: Bronze, Silver A'S : Italian Proficiency Pins: Aide to Miss Mtilella. Mrs. Mather, Dean's Squad, Mr. Weis- berg, Lunchroom: Forums: Volleyball, Iunior, Senior Swimming P.S.A.L. Pins.-Scudder College. DEAN, IOSEPH-Football, Basketball. Softball Intra- murals: Captain oi Hall Patrol: Aide to Mr. Schiifres, Mrs. Grehan, Mr. Connor, Mr. Burns: Table Captain, Lunchroom Lieutenant: Baseball. Basketball Clubs.- Business. DE MILT, IANET-Second Honor Certificates: Bronze A : First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Miss de Kernay: Lunchroom Service, Table Captain. -Business. DE NOTO, ROY-Meritorious Service Award: First Aid Certificate: P.S.A.L. Pins: Aide to Mr. Brennan, Mr. Hundt. Mr. Schiffres, Mr. Ahearn. Mr. O'Leary: Italian Club.-New York University. Ps The old order changeth yielding place to new. 590 1 ennyson DETTMERING. IRMGARD-Second Honors: Bronze A : German Proficiency Pins: First Aid Certificate: Aide to Dr. McGill: Lunchroom Squad.-Katherine Gibbs Secretarial School. DEZENDORF, EDWIN-Second Honors: Bronze A : Iunior Arista: Aide to Dr. McGill. Mr. McNamara. Miss Maloney. Miss Novotny: Table Captain: Iunior Glee Club: Forum Committee: Honors Assembly Pro- gram.-New Paltz State Teachers College. DIETCH, ROBERT - Second Honors: Bronze A : Meritorious Service Award: Dean's Squad '46, '47, '48, Captain '50: Captain of Lunchroom Squad: Pemblic, Physics Clubs: Aide to Mr. Contoy: Basketball Team '46, '47, '48.--Columbia University. DI M I ELSI Aid, me sing, Nutrition Cert - e to ble in, u ro Squad: C ig'ht '5UEBusi- ess. gf! '50.-Business. ness. Z,,,f DI PENTIMA, ROSE-Senior Arista, Bronze. Silver A's : Second Honors: Meritorious Servic'e Certifi- cate: P.S.A.L. Pins: Swimming Medal: First Aid. Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Miss Degen. Mrs. Fyte: Lunchroom Cooperation: Class Night: Variety Show DI TARANTO, LAURA-Second Honors: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Meritorious Service Award: Library Stall: Aide to Mrs. Mulligan: Lunch- room Squad, Table Captain: Class Night '50.-Busi- 38 DOLCE., THERESA-Bronze, Silver. Gold A's : First, Second Honors: Meritorious Award: Latin Proficiency Pins: Iunior, Senior Arista: First Aid Certificate: Dean's Squad, Attendance Office: Aide to Mr. Browne, Mr. Weisberg, Mr. Ray: Lunchroom Squad: Latin, Iunior, Senior Glee Clubs: P.S.A.L. Pins: Public Speaking Contests: Virgil Class, Class Night, Social Dancing.-Wilfred Academy. DOUGHERTY, IOAN-Bronze, Silver A's : Second Honors, Meritorious Award: Latin Proficiency Pins: Iunior Arista: First Aid Certificate: Aide to Mr. Browne, Dr. McGill: Lunchroom Squad: Latin, Newman, Soft- ball, Volleyball, Iunior. Senior Glee Clubs: Virgil Class.-Bryn Mawr College. DOWNEY, IOAN-Bronze, Silver A's : Second Honors: Service Award, First Aid Certificate: P.S.A.L., Iunior Pins: Aide to Mr. Clemens, Miss Iohnston: Physics Night: Glee, Badminton, Dancing New- Radio Handball, nl: Lunch- Secre- Sheppard, Miss Riordon, Mr. Landers, Mrs. Kean: Lunchroom Squad: Meritorious Service Award: Volleyball Club: Fash- ion '47, '48: Social Dancing.-Katherine Gibbs Secre- tarial School. DRURY, MYRTLE--First Aid, Home Nursing Certifi- cates: Aide to Mr. Sheppard: Service Aide: Dramatics - A Christmas Carol : Public Speaking Contest: Iunior Glee Club.-Business. tarlal, Service to 0 God! our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come. -Shakespeare DUSWALT, ANTON - Second Honors Certificate: P.S.A.L. Pin: First Aid Certificate: Hall Patrol: Service in Speech Office: Lunchroom Squad: Handball, Bas- ketball Intramurals.-Business. EDELSTEIN, CHARLES-Bronze A : Second Honors: Iunior Arista: P.S.A.L. Pins: Meritorious Service Award: Dawn Patrol: Late Squad: Band: Field Band: Class Night Band: Iudean Club.-Brooklyn College of Pharmacy. EFFRON, GILBERT-Second Honors: Bronze A : Aide to Mr. Confoy: Table Captain.-City College. EISENDORF, BELLA-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Iunior, Senior Arista: Aide to Miss Munn, Mr. Yourman, Miss Berner, Lunch Squad: French, Square Dancing, Modern Dancing Clubs.- Queens College. EMMERMAN, IACQUELINE - First, Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Iunior, Senior Arista: Meritorious, Distinguished Service Awards, Spanish Proficiency Pins: First Aid Certificate: First Term Academic Award: G.O. Representative: Dean's Squad: Editor-in-Chief of Clipper : Lunchroom Sergeant: H. E. Office: Forum Council: Aide to Mr. E. I. Clarke: Class Night '50: Izzdean Club: Spanish Choral Group: Leaders, Softball Clubs.-Hofstra College. FALACARA, IOSEPH-Bronze, Silver A's : Second Honors: Hall Patrol.-Business. 39 ll Yi P5 FALDUTI, SYLVIA - Second Honors: Bronze A : P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid Certificate: Home Nursing Certificate: Aide to Mr. Iacobson, Miss Moloney, Attendance Ottice: Library Squad: Lunchroom Lieu- tenant: Class Night: ,Meritorious Service Award: Mod- ern Dancing, Iunior Glee, Volleyball Clubs: Spanish Choral Group.-Brooklyn College. FALZONE, CONSTANCE - Second Honors: Senior Arista: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Meritori- ous Service Award: Aide to Mrs. Lyons, Miss Riordon, Mr. Landers: Table Captain, Lunchroom: G.O. Repre- sentative: Campus Representative: Class Night '5ll. -Pratt Institute. FANDOZZI, IOHN-P.S.A.L. Pins: Softball, Handball, Basketball Intramurals: Service in Lunchroom: Italian Club.-Business. FAY, ADELE-Iunior Arista: Bronze, Silver A's : Fashion Show Awards '47, '48: Aide to Mr. Tobias, M. E. . C - ' ' - r I larke, Lunchroom Squad, Basketball, Volleyball Clubs.-Businessiv , V . FIEIINGOLD, SHIRLEY'- Meritorious Service Award: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Service in the General, Attendance Oltices: Aide to Miss Ross, Mr.Ra,M.W'b -' y r els erg, Mr. Flynn, Lunchroom Squad, Lunchroom Sergeant: Iudean, Social Dancing Clubs: Class Night '50.-Business. FERRARO, FRANK-P.S.A.L. Pins: Lunchroom Squad: Hall Patrol: Aide to Mr. Maralian, Dr. Loughlin, Mr. Conloy, Mr. Ah'earn: Table Captain, Lunchroom: New- man, Shuftlleboard Clubs: Sottball, Handball, Football Intramurals.-Western Kentucky State College. ws ill r 5 Sis They are never alone that are accompanled with noble thoughts. -Sidney FICKE, IOHN-First Aid Certificate: Service, Lunch- room: Square Dancing, Social Dancing Clubs. - Business. FIETZ, IOYCE-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Senior Arista: Spanish Proficiency Pins: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: First Aid Certificate: Aide to Mrs. Gould, Mrs. Troyano, Mr. Richter, Miss Laws: Lunchroom Squad: Basketball, Volleyball, Ping Pong, Badminton, Leaders Clubs: Chevrons: Secretarial Club.-Business. FIORENZA, PHILIP-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Sil- ver, Gold A's : Meritorious, Exceptional, Distinguished Service Awards: Aide to Mr. Von Arx, Mr. Patterson: Library Squad: Captain, Campus Distribution Squad '49, '5U: Glee, Italian Clubs: Handball, Basketball Intramurals.-Cooper Union. FISCHER, ALBERT-French Proficiency Pins: Forum: First Aid Certificate: French Club: Clipper. - University of Maryland. FISCHER, ELSIE-First Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Girl Leader, Senior Arista: Iunior Arista: Span- ish Proficiency Pin: Commendation Card: First Aid. Meritorious, Distinguished Service Certificates: Aide to ,lVlrs. Mecinski: Locker Room Squad: Forums: Major, M-inor Letters in Athletics: P.S.A.L. Medals: Girls' Athletic Council: Varsity, Leaders, Volleyball, Basketball, Badminton, Softball, Newman Clubs.- Hunter College. FITZGERALD, CLAIRE-Bronze A : Second Honors: Meritorious Service Award: Lunchroom Squad: First Aid Certificate: Aide to Miss Hughes, Mr. Patterson: Iunior, Senior P.S.A.L. Pins: Newman, Basketball Clubs.-Business. 40 ijt l l. bw FLAD, GRACE-Bronze, Silver A's : Second Honors: P.S.A.L. All 'Round Medal: Swimming Pins: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Mrs. Losh, Miss Riordon, Mr. Custance: Lunchroom Squad: Fashion Show '47, '48, '49: Pemblec, Softball, Basketball, Volleyball Clubs.-Business. FYLNN, GERALDINE-Iunior Arista: Second Honors, Meritorious Service Award: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Dean's, Lunchroom Squads: Aide to Miss Laws, Mr. Browne, Miss Keller: New n, Softball, Social Danc- ing Clubs: Dramati s- Br igan's Bat. -Business. fi . LE ' Ai o -Est s' Fash n Show '46, '47: m 1 - FOW R, 51 . ' - -I e Nursing, First Lunc ad: 1 - ight: S ial Dancing, Vol leyba Newman lubs.-Pac Cgllege. 4 F ' EDWI if id - ,fi 'e mg, rition 1 ate -.4 -- 7 id o rs. emens, r. orr -1- - N- -- V a tain: lass Night 0 t ll, M ix- -f - '- 5, fheer- leaders, Ital n dern nci Clu :hw hagen School of F ho D'esign. Ut FREY, IOANNE-Bronze A : Second Honors: P.S.A.L. Pin: Meritorious Service Award: First Aid, Nutrition Certificates: Aide to Mr. Blazei, Miss Riordon, Mrs. Keegan, Mrs. Mecinski: Service, Lunchroom: Camera Club.-Pratt Institute. FREY, IOHN-Aide to Mr. Confoy: P.S.A.L. Pins: Hall Patrol: Lunchroom Squad: Handball, Football Intra- murals.-Business. If eyes were made for seeing, ' Then Beauty is its own excuse for being. l -Ralph Waldo Emerson al FRIEND, IRENE-First Aid Certificate: Sewing Award: P.S.A.L. Medal: Aide to Miss Laws, Mr. Richter, Miss Leary, Mrs. Hart: Table Captain: Newman, Ping Pong, Cheerleaders, Softball, Leaders Clubs: Fashion Show '47, '49.-Katherine Gibbs Business School. FRISCH, IOHN-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Meritorious, Exceptional, Distinguished Service Awards: Aide to Mrs. Ross, Mr. Custance: Iuniol' Afista: Boy Leader, Senior Arista.-Cooperr1Union. 5 n L A J S 4 . f' r 1 . s- t FRQE,Ba1cr11:,wALTE1t-Jynior dltrjstb: sekoqd Honol's:- Regents: Honori,Qe5fmetry:, ide to Mr. Rennert, ABlazej: Hall Patrol:,' 'Lunchrggm Squadm Minor Swimming: Bronze I'A : P.S.A.L.,.-ljfis.-Busirlxess. x - GAERTNER, FRANK-Second Honors: Senior Arista: First Aid Certificate: Hall Patrol: Lunchroom, Cap- tain Chemistry Squads: Aide to Mr. She1don.-Busi- ness. GALL, GLORYANN-Iunior P.S.A.L. Pin: First Aid, Nu- trition Certificates: Aide to Mrs. Fyfe, Miss Novotny: Lunchroom Squad: Art Department: Basketball, Life Saving Clubs.-Traphagen School of Interior Decora- tion. GALLAGHER, IOHN-Gold, Silver, Bronze A's : Span- ish Proficiency Pin: Second Honors: Meritorious, Ex- ceptional Service Certiticates: Aide to Mr. Patterson, Lunchroom, Hall Patrol, Biology Laboratory: Forum: Campus Distribution.-Queens College. 41 GALLO, PASQUALE-Bronze, Silver A's : Captain, Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Mr. Sellers, Mr. Burns: Handball, Baseball Clubs: Arista.-College. GARRY, KATHLEEN-Second Honors: Iunior, Senior Arista: Swimming Pin: First Aid Certificate: Aide to Miss Berner, Miss Riordon: Library Squad: Fashion Show '48: Iunior, Senior Glee, Secretarial, Newman, Modern Dancing, Dramatics Clubs.--Business. GAUSS, ARLENE-First Aid, Home Nursing Certifi- cates: Fashion Show '47, '48, '49: Aide to Mrs. Mecin- ski, Mrs. Clemens: Lunchroom Squad: Class Night '50: Sottball Club.-McDowell School of Dressmaking. GENS, LUCILLE-First Aid. Home Nursing. Nutrition Certificates: Service Aide to G.O. Store, Miss Finn, Miss Armstrong: Cheerleaders, Newman Clubs: Fash- ion Show '49, '5U: Class Night.-Business. ' !,. GENTILF., FILOMENA-Bronze, Minor A's : Leaders L : All Around Medals: First Aid Certificate: Fashion Show: Class Night: Aide to Mr. Weisberg, Miss Reuss: Chevrons for Basketball, Volleyball, Leaders, Che'er- leaders, Softball, Table Tennis, Badminton.-Business College. GENTILE, PHYLLIS-First Aid Certificates: Fashion Show '49: Chevrons: Aide, Clipper : Lunchroom Squad: Badminton, Shuffle Board, Ping Pong, Square Dancing, Secretarial Clubs.-Business. 5' X Philosophy is the microscope of thought. ii' -Was! 51 as GERMANN, GEORGE-Art Award, Four Terms: Silver A : Lunchroom Table Leader: Newman, First Friday Clubs.-Business. GIANNINO, HELEN-Home Nursing, First Aid Certifi- cates: Meritorious Service Award: Service Aide to G.O. Store, Mrs. Perretti, Mr. Ray, Attendance Office: Lunchroom Squad: Dramatics- Book Lovers : Fash- Show: Class Night: Square Dancing Club Honors, Service Awards: First Aid Certificate. Card: Lunchroom Squad, Lieutenant: Assistant to Mr. Piatti, .Mr. Kelly, Dr. Loughlin, Mrs. Stern: Iudean Club: Band and Field Band.-Fordham College. , 1, y , GREGOREiC, ELEAiN6R-Second Honors: Bronze, Sil- ver 'Nsh: German Proficiency, P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid, ome Nursing Certificates: Senior Arista: Class Night '5 :'-lAtide to Miss Maloney, Mr. Sheldon, Dr. McCii,ll:'vun.chroom Squad: Modern Dancing, Volley- 'ball Cubs.-Adelphi College. GRUNIN, ETHEL-Silver, Bronze A's : Second Hon- ors: Iunior Arista: First, Second Meritorious, Excep- tional Service Awards: First Aid, Distinguished Serv- ice Certificates: Aide to Mr. Piatti, Miss Wershals. Miss Curtis, Miss Novotny, Mr. Hasset, Mr. Von Arx: Lunchroom Lieutenant: Library: Orchestra: Dean's. Campus Reporter, Columnist.-Business. 42 GRZENDA, ALFRED-First, Second Honors: Gold, Sil- ver, Bronze A's : German Proficiency Pin: Aide to Miss Breitenbach: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: Iunior, Senior Glee, Key of Courtesy Clubs: Advance Chorus: Forums- Aid to China, Devalua- tion of the British Pound. -New York State Maritime College. GUTHERMAN, DOROTHY - Second Honors: Bronze A : Iunior Arista: Class Night '5U: Aide to Miss Lynch, Miss Newman: Library Squad: Dramatics- Wit's End : Junior P.S.A.L. Pin.-Penn Hall College. HAARSTICK, MADELYN-Bronze, Silver A's : Second Honors: Meritorious Service Award: Latin Proficiency Pins: Iunior Arista: Library, Lunchroom Squads: First Aid Certificates: Aide to Mr. Browne, Miss Smith: Glee Club.-Brooklyn Hospital School of Nursing. HALBHUBER, RICHARD--Bronze A : Football '49: Queen's Champs '49: Major A Football: Lunch- room Squad: Aide to Mr. Morse: Softball, Football Intramurals: Gridiron, Shuffleboard Clubs.-College of the Pacific. HALLY, MARY--Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Iunior Arista: Second Honors: First Aid Certificate: Meritori- ous, Exceptional Awards: Aide to Mr. Ullmann, Mrs. Ross, Miss O'Connor, Miss Leary, Mr. Yourman, At- tendance Office: Basketball, Volleyball, Leaders, New- man, Spanish, Ping Pong, Cheerleaders, Swimming, Spanish Glee Clubs: P.S.A.L. Medals: Iunior, Senior Swimming Pins: Social Dancing.-New York University. HANNON, MILDRED-Second Honors: Bronze A : Home Nursing, First Aid Certificate: Meritorious Serv- ice Award: Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Mr. Sheppard, Mr. E. I. Clarke.-Catherine Gibbs Business School. The years teach much which the days never know. i -Ralph Waldo Emerson t sl HANSEN, ARTHUR - Campus Distribution Squad: Hall Patrol: Lunchroom Table Captain: Softball, Hand- ball Intramurals.-Business. HARKIN, ANNA-First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: P.S.A.L. Pins: Class Night, '5U: Aide to Miss Arm- strong, Miss Degen, Miss Kennedy: Lunchroom Squad: Fashion Show, '47, '48: Iunior, Senior Life Saving: Modern Dancing, Newman, Iunior, Senior Glee, Ad-- vanced Chorus Clubs.-Business. HARLEY, IOANNE-First Aid, Home Nursing, Second Honors Certificates: Spanish Proficiency Pins: Bronze A : Meritorious Service Award: Aide. to Miss Leary, Miss Laws, Miss Keller: Lunchroom Squad: Camera, Spanish Glee Clubs.-Hunter College. HAROLD, CATHERINE-Second Honors, Maior A : Iunior Arista: Lunchroom Squad: First Aid Certificate: Swimming, Cheerl'eaders, '48, '49, '50, Newman, Fash- ion Show, Iunior P.S.A.L. Clubs.-Business. HAYES, EDNA ANN -- Meritorious Service Award: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: P.S.A.L. Swim- ming Pin: Aide to Mr. Witson, Miss Brennan: Pro- gram Committee, General Office, Switchboard: Lunch- room Squad: Folk Square Dancing, Social Dancing.- Business. I l HEARN, ELIZABETH-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver A's : Meritorious Service Award: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Lunchroom Table Captain: Aide to Miss Keller, Mr. Weisberg: Cheerleaders, Basket- ball, Softball, Badminton, Modern Dancing, L'eaders, Newman Clubs: Pool Leader.-Delehanty Institute. 43 HEDENKAMP, GEORGE-Aide to Mr. Browne, Mrs. Slavin, Physics Squad, Hall Patrol, Lunchroom: Bas- ketball, Handball Intramurals.-Business. HEGER, ESTELLA--Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Second Honors: Iunior Arista: Spanish Proficiency Pins: Meri- torious, Exceptional Service Awards: Aide to Mr. Gorman, Miss D'eKernay, Miss Curran, Mr. Iacobson, Mr. Maralian: Swing Band, '48: Campus Repre- sentative, '48, '50: Lunchroom Lieutenant: Forums: Badminton, Basketball, French Clubs. - Queens College. HEIMERLE, WILLIAM-Second Honors: Bronze A : Meritorious Service Award: Hall Patrol: Dean's Squad: Aide to Mr. Brennan, Mr. Conioy, Miss Hughes: Campus Distribution: Softball, Basketball Intra- murals: Bronze P.S.A.L. Pin: Newman Club.-Cooper Union. HEITZ, ELEANOR-Bronze, Silver A's : M-eritorious. Exceptional Service Awards: Aide to Mr. Ullmann, Mrs. McCartin, Mrs. Perretti, Mrs. Austin, Switch- board: Softball, Basketball, Volleyball, Leaders Clubs: Minor A's in Athletics: Iunior, Senior Swimming Pins: Lunchroom Squad, Sergeant.-Business. HERLEY, WILLIAM-P.S.A.L. Pins: Basketball, Foot- ball Intramurals: Aide to Mr. Delaney: Captain of Hall Patrol: Lunchroom Squad: Newman, French Clubs.- Georgia Tech. HILDEBRAND. MARILYN-Aide to Miss Riordon: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates.-Business. px .9 , When a man finds no peace within himself, R I t is useless to seek it elsewhere. if -Lf: Rochefoucaulrl bg G9 HODGINS, MARILYN-Second Honors: Bronze A : Certificate: P.S.A.L., Swimming Pins: Library Squad: Class Night, '50: Fashion Show, '50: Iunior Arista: Iunior and Senior Glee Clubs: Modern Danc- ing, Cheerleaders, Basketball, Social Dancing, Pem- blic Clubs.-Penn Hall College. HOECKE, LOIS-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Iunior, Senior Aristas: German, Latin Proficiency Pins: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: Two-Year Mathematics Award: Program Com- mittee: Band, P.S.A.L. Pin: Aide to Mrs. Losh, Mrs. Reilly, Mrs. Fyfe: German Club.-Queens College. HOFFMANN, MILDRED-Second Honors: Bronze, Sil- ver A's : Minor A's P.S.A.L. Pins: Dramatics: Iun- ior, Senior Lite Saving: Home Nursing Certificate: Aide to Miss Riordon, Mrs. Secor: Sottball, Pemblic Clubs.- Business. HOFMANN, ROBERT-Aide to Mr. Norton, Mrs. Witt- ner: Hall Patrol: Two Years Varsity Swimming. - Eastern Chiropractic College. HOISINGTON. NANCY-First Aid, Home Nursing Cer- tificates: P.S.A.L. Swimming Pins: Emergency Room, Mrs. Keegan: Lunchroom Squad, Sergeant, Lieut'en- ant: Aide to Mrs. McCartin, Miss Emerson: Social Dancing, Square Dancing: Dramatics -- Band of Bakersville High. -Vermont State College. HOLZMAN, THERESA-Bronze, Silver. Gold A's : First Honors: Iunior, Senior Arista: Latin, Spanish Proficiency Pins: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: Commendation Cards: Leaders L : P.S.A.L. Medals: First Aid Certificate: Aide to Miss Laws, Mrs. Losh, Mrs. Keegan, .Mr. Pfister. Mfr. E. I. Clarke. Miss O'Connor: Lunchroom Squad: Forums: Mr. Gon- zalez-Spanish Glee Club.-Queens College. I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar. IANNUZZI, LEO-P.S.A.L. Pins in Softball: First Aid Certificate: Aide to Mr. O'Shea, Miss Berner, Lunch- room Service: Newman, Italian, Iunior and Senior Glee Clubs.-Long Island University. INGARGIOLA, DESIREE-First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Fashion Shows, '47, '48: Aide to Miss Langdon, Miss Iohnston, Mrs. McCartin, Miss Riordon: Class Night, '50: Lunchroom.-Business. IANISCH, EMILY-First Aid, Home Nursing, Nutri- tion Certificates: Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Miss Mac- Dowell: Square Dancing.-Civil Service. IURGENSEN, LAWRENCE-Major, Minor A's : Sec- ond Honors: Spanish Proficiency, P.S.A.L. Pins: Hall Patrol: Lunchroom, Campus Squads: Aide to Mr. Connor, Mr. Von Arx, Mr. MacNamara, Mr. Morse, Mr. Troyano: Winged Foot Club: Track Team, '46, '47: First, Third Term Section Representative.-Pace College. KARGES, DAVID-Lunchroom: Aide to Mr. O'ShYea, Mr. Troyano: Lodker Room Squad: Iunior, Senior Glee Clubs.-New York Telephone Company. KEARON, MAUREEN-Home Nursing, First Aid Certifi- cates: All-Around Athletic Medal: P.S.A.L. Pins: Minor A : Aide to Miss Lynch, Mrs. Gould. Miss Langdon: Emergency Room, Lunchroom Squad: Leaders, Bas- ketball, Swimming, Newman Clubs.-Kath'erine Gibbs Secretarial School. 45 HORNUNG, FRANCIS-P.S.A.L. Pins: Basketball, Soft- ball: lntramurals: Meritorious Service Award: Aide to Mr. McVey, Mrs. Perretti, Mr. Clemens: Hall Patrol: Campus : Lunchroom: Dean's Squad: Newman Club. -Pratt Institute of Technology. HOUGHTON, IOAN-First Aid, Home Nursing Certifi- cates: Meritorious Service Award: P.S.A.L. Swimming Pins: Aide to Mrs. Ross, General Office: Mr. Patter- son's Office: Lunchroom Squad, Sergeant: Basketball, Volleyball, Square Dancing, Social Dancing, Spanish Clubs.-Mary Immaculate Hospital School of Nursing. HOWARD, WILLIAM - Silver, Bronze P.S.A.L. Pins: Library Squad: Hall Patrol: Late Squad: Aide to Miss Gannon: Dramatics- Three's a Crowd : Public Speak- ing.-Business. HUGHES, GRACE - Second Honors: Bronze, Silver A's : Minor A : Leader's L : P.S.A.L. Pins: Latin Proficiency Pins: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: Aide in Library, Dean's Office, Attendance Office: Softball, Basketball, Volleyball, Leaders, Spanish Glee Clubs.-Hampton Institute. HUGHES, PHYLLIS - Second Honors, Bronze A : Meritorious Service Awards: P.S.A.L. Medals: Minor AH: First Aid Certificate: Leader's L : Aide to Mrs. Gould, Mrs. LaBar, Mrs. Austin, Mrs. Mecinski: Lunchroom Squad: Leaders, Softball, Basketball, Vol- leyball, Spanish Glee Clubs.-Fisk University. HUSMANN, IOAN-Second Honors: Meritorious Serv- ice Award: Bronze A : P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid Cer- tificate: Chevrons: Proficiency in German: Cafeteria: Aide to Mrs. Keegan, M-iss Moloney: Program Com- mitte'e Clubs.-Business. . I --Alfred Lord Tennyson KELLY, ALMA-Minor Art Awards: P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Mr. Byrne: Lunchroom Squad: Newman Club: Clipper Art Staff: Square Dancing.-Cooper Union. KELLY, ELLEN-First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Silver, Bronze A's : Meritorious, Exceptional Service Certificates: Second Honors: Iunior Arista: Clipper Staff: Aide to Mr. E. I. Clarke, Miss Laws: Library Squad: Lunchroom Sergeant: Forum: Cheerleader: Cheerleader Squad, '48, '49, '5U: Spanish, Pemblic, Spanish Club.-Katherine Gibbs Secretarial School. KENNY. IANET-First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: P.S.A.L. Swimming Pins: Aide to Mrs. Gould: Locker- room Squad for Mrs. Mecinski: Lunchroom Squad: Newman, Social Clubs.-Cooper Union Art School. KERR, RONALD-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver A's : Boy Leader of Iunior Arista: Iunior, Senior Glee Clubs: Advanced Chorus: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: D'ean's Squad: Dramatics Club: Freight, Five for Bad Luck, Who Gets the Car Tonight? : Key of Courtesy.-Queens College. KILLIGREW, IAMES - Second Honors: Minor A's : P.S.A.L. Pin: Meritorious Service Certificate: Hall Patrol: Lunchroom Squad: Dean's Squad: Football, Basketball, Softball Intramurals: Spanish, Science Clubs.-Georgia Tech. KIRKLAND, ALICE-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Sil- ver, Gold A's : Iunior, Senior Aristas: Latin, Spanish Proficiency Pins: ,Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Miss Wershals, Mr. Browne, Mr. Weisberg, Mr. Ray, Dean's Squad: Latin Club.-Queens College. ps We look before and after, and pine for what is not. Q, -Shelley rss as X 'W' KLEM, ROBERT - Bronze A : Meritorious Service Award: Softball, Basketball, Football Intramurals: .Member of Baseball Team, '49, '50: Aide to Mr. Con- foy, Mr. McDermott, Mrs. Wittner, Miss Hess, Mr. Renert, Mrs. Peretti: Lunchroom Squad: Lieutentant, Hall Patrol: Key of Courtesy.-New York University. KNOBEL, DORIS - Second Honors: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Miss O'Connor, Mr. Pat- terson: Class Night, '5U: Fashion Show, '48: Lunch- room, Sergeant: Meritorious Service Award.-Busi- ness. KOPCHINSKI, ROBERT-First Aid Certificates: Late Squad: Aide to Mr. Scarlatta: Basketball, Softball, Football Intramurals: Football Team, '49: Queens Champs.-Hofstra College. KOREC, ANTHONY - Bronze, Silver A's : Second Honors: Hall Patrol: Lunchroom Squad: Iunior Arista. --Airline Pilot. KRAKOWIAK. STEFAN-Stage Squad, Class Night '48, '49, '50. Lunch Room Captain: Aide to Mr. Sheppard.- College. KULANDEH. AUDREY-Second Honors: Bronze A : Iunior Arista: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Lead- ers, Chevrons: Lunchroom Squad. Dean's Squad: Aide to Miss Wershals, Mrs. Mecinski, Miss Reuss, Miss Iohnston, Miss Newman, Miss Feinberg, Mr. Gon- zalez: Modern Dancing, Accompanist: Leaders. Iudean Clubs: Spanish Choral Group: Modern Dancing Club, Square Dancing.-Iuilliard School of Music. 46 LACHMANN, REGINA-Second Honors: Bronze A : Meritorious Service Award: G'erman Proficiency Pins: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Dean's Squad: Aide to Miss Hess: Iunior Glee Club: Program Com- mittee.-Pratt Institute. LANDERS, MARY-First Aid Certificates: P.S.A.L. Pin: Aide to Miss Avelino, Miss Giammalvo: Emergency Room, Laboratory Assistant, Biology: Shufileboard. Dancing Clubs.-Art School. LANDRUM, CLIFFORD-Minor A : Cross Country. '48: Queens Championship, '48: Herald Tribune Franklin Roosevelt Memorial Award, '48: Manager. Track Team '48: Aide to Mr. Ahearn: Public Speak- ing Club.-Norwich University. LANGE, MARIORIE-First Aid, Home Nursing Certifi- cates: Aide to Mrs. Gould, Miss Kennedy: Service Award: Lunchroom Squad: Newman Club.-Business. LARSON, ROBERT-Second Honors: First Aid Certifi- cate: Handball Intramurals: Bronze A : Aide to Mr. Puorro, Mr. Kelly: Lunchroom Squad: Hall Patrol: Spanish, Glee, Pemblic Clubs.-Brooklyn Polytechnical College. LASSITER, CECILE - Second Honors: Bronze A : Bronze, Silver P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid, Home Nursing. Nutrition Certificates: Aide to .Miss Iohnston, Mr. Stein- hauer, Miss Riordon: Lunchroom Squad: Law Club: Fashion Show. '48: Dramatics- Sugar and Spice, Christmas Carol : Class Night, '50.-Business. Breathes there a man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, t This is my own, my native land I -Sir Walter Scott LAVELLE, MARIE - Second Honors: Bronze, Silver A's : P.S.A.L. All-'Round Medal, Chevrons: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Miss Laws, Miss Heuss. Miss Feinberg. Mrs. Fyfe: Sewing, Social Dancing, Modern Dancing, Newman Clubs.-Business. LEDOUX, YVONNE-First Aid, Home Nursing Certifi- cates: Aide to Miss Lynch: Class Night, '5U: Square Dancing Club.-School of Music. LENAHAN, FRANK-Bronze, Silver A's : P.S.A.L. Pins: Football Team, '47, '48, '49: Queens Champs, '49: Maior A's, Football: Aide to Mir. O'Shea: Lunchroom Squad: Gridiron, Shufflelboard Clubs: President, Five Year Club: Football, Basketball, Soft- ball lntramurals.-U.S. .Military Academy, West Point. LENNAN, PAUL-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver A's : Swimming Team, '45, '47, '48: Aide to Mr. Norton, Miss Goodwin: Physics, Newman Clubs. - Oswego State Teachers College. X' LENNON, MARGUERITE--First Aid, Nutrition Certifi- cates: Meritorious,Service Award: Aide to Miss Lynch, Mrs. Mecinski, Mrs. Blick, Mr. Yourman, Miss Riordon: Lunchroom Squad: Newman, Secretarial Clubs: Dra- matics- Finishing School. -Business. LEONE, THOMAS - Second Honors: Aide to Mrs. Crowley: Hall Patrol: Basketball, Softball Intramurals. -Business. 47 LETTEREL, FLORETTE-Meritorious Service Award: First Aid Certificate: P.S.A.L. Pin: Aide to Mrs. La Bar, Mrs. Austin, Library, Lunchroom Squads: Mod- ern Dancing.-Nurses Training School. LEVIN, ANNE-Second Honors: First Aid, Home Nurs- ing Certificates: G.O. Section Representative: Aide to Miss Riordon, Mr. Witson, Mr. Gonzalez, Sten. Office: Lunchroom, Library Squads: Spanish Choral Groups, Spanish Verse Speaking Group: Spanish, Square Dancing: Class Night, '5U.-Brooklyn College. LEVUSHKOWITZ, HELEN-Second Honors, Bronze 'lA : First Aid. Home Nursing Certificates: German Pro- ficiency Pins, Meritorious Service Award: Secretarial Service with Miss Riordon, G.O. Section Representa- tive: Senior Arista: Class Night, '5U.-Business. LIEBERMAN, RUTH-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Meritorious Service Award, Forum Com- mendation Card: Aide to Mr. E. I. Clarke: Iunior, Senior Arista: L'eaders: Class Night, '50.-City College. LIGHT, CAROLYN-Second Honors, Bronze Mter- itorious Service Award, Iunior Arista, Red Cross Certificate, Swimming Medal, P.S.A.L. Pins: Aide to Mrs. Lyons, Mrs. Gould, Mr. Sheppard, Miss Ruess, Leaders Club.-Lenox Hill School of Nursing. LINDSTEDT, MILDRED-Second Honors: Bronze, Sil- ver A's : Meritorious Service Award: Secretary, Seni- or Class: Fifth Term G.O. Representative: Aide to Mr. Kuhle, Mr. .Machlowitz: Lunchroom Lieutenant: Library Squad: Volleyball, Basketball, Social Danc- ing Clubs: Class Night, '50.-Business. SGS 1 J ., I never met a man I rlidn't like. Ill S1 , Will Rogers -A ' LIOTTA, NANETTE-Second Honors: Bronze Silver A's : First Aid Certificate: Meritorious Service Award: P.S.A.L. Pin: Campus Representative: Service: Mr. Hasset, Miss O'Connor, Miss Feinberg: Mrs. Gould: Lunchroom Squad: Newman, Basketball, Softball, Clubs.-Katherine Gibbs Secretarial School. LISA, LUCILLE-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver A's : Iunior, Senior Arista: First Aid Certificate: Meritorious Award: Seventh Term G.O. Representative: Dean's Squad: Forum Council: Aide to Mr. Witson: Program Committee: Representative to Borough Council: Bad- minton, Modern Dancing, Cheerleaders Clubs. - Brooklyn College. LiVOLSl, ANGELINA - Second Honors: Meritorious Service Award: Iunior, Senior P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Campus Representative: Aide to Miss Feinberg, Mrs. Gould, Mrs. Ross, Miss O'Connor: Lunchroom Squad: Softball, Leaders Clubs: Class Night, '5U.-Busi ess. Losr HE s R - ' or. senior P.S.A.L. Pins: e avi g, rst i ert icates: Fo k Dancing: Volle . Softba , Bask tb Cl S: de to Mrs. Keeg n, r. , '50: room Squad. -College. ,zfzza LOGAN, WILLARD - Spanish roficiency Pin: First, Second Honor, Commendation Certificates: Gold, Sil- ver, Bronze A's : Meritorious Service Certificate: Chemistry, Biology Squads: Aide to Mr. Richter. - Florist. LOMP, GEORGE-Aide to Mr. Byrne: Baseball, Bas- ketball, Intramurals, Clubs.-Business. 4-8 LONARDO, CLOTILDE-Second Honors: Bronze, Sil- ver A's : Iunior Arista: G.O. Section Representative: Aide to Miss Brennan, Miss Riordon: Meritorious Serv- ive Award: Square Dancing: lass Nig t, '5U: Soci Dancing.-Business C llege. L R , AR ' r ri gS g jz'1f ! , P . . . wmxgri Pins: First Aid ,fi Cer ificate' A' e t iss Riordo , ,Miss Ioh stan: Lunchroom Squa l i : w' ing Bas- ketball clubs. : C LO PICCOLO, DOROTHY - First Aid Certificate: P.S.A.L. Pin: Meritorious Award: Chevron: One Year Secretarial Service to Miss Degen: Aide to Miss Milella: Lunchroom Service: Volleyball: President, Social Dancing Club: Italian Club.-Business. LOZEL, CAROL ANN-Second Honors: First Aid Cer- tificate: Iunior. Intermediate P.S.A.L. Pins: Aide to Mrs. Keegan, Mrs. La Bar, Mrs. Wagler, Mrs. Fahey, Mr. McSheehy: Lunchroom Sergeant: Modern Danc- ing, Folk Dancing, Softball Clubs.-Nurse's Training. LUBLINER, ISABELLE-Second Honors, Bronze First Aid Certificate: Iunior. Intermediate P.S.A.L. Pins: Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Mrs. Kean: Fashion Show, '47, '48: Meritorious Service Award: Iunior, Senior Glee Clubs: Iudean Club: Class Night.-Business. LUCIA, CARMELA-Bronze, Silver A's : First Aid Certificate: Sewing Awards: Fashion Show, '46, '47, '48: Meritorious Exceptional Awards: Aide to Mr. Weisberg, 3112 Years: Lunchroom Service: Leaders, Volleyball, Basketball, Sewing Clubs: Class Night, '5U.-Business School. 1 h 1 th' ' h' ,1 nconslstenrv lS 1 e on y mg in w u' 1 TJ X men are consistent X f 1 1 . il -Horalw Smith ll LUTZ, BARBARA-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Iunior, Senior P.S.A.L., Swimming Pins: First Aid, Nutrition Certificates: Aide to Mr. Ahearn. Miss Riordon: Lunchroom Squad: Class Night, '5U: Softball, Cheerleaders Clubs: Cheering Squad, '48, '49, '50: Co-Captain, '5U.-Business. LYNCH, VINCENT-P.S.A.L. Pins: Basketball, Softball, Football Intramurals: Aide to Mr. Byrne, Miss Cam- pisi: Library Squad, Miss Novotny: Art Club: Clip- per, Campus Art Staff: Lunchroom Sergeant.-Pratt Institute. MacARTHUR, ROBERT-P.S.A.L. Pins in Softball, Foot- ball, Basketball: Lunchroom Squad: Hall Patrol: New- man Club.-Business. Mac DONALD, HOWARD-Minor, Major A's : Sec- ond Honors: Silver P.S.A.L. Pin: Meritorious Service Certificate: Dean's, Lunchroom, Hall Patrol Squads: Aide to Mr. Hundt, Mr. Delaney. Mr. Ahearn: Bas- ketball Team, '48, '49, '53: Football, Basketball, Sit- ball Intramurals: Science, Spanish Clubs.-Hofstra College. MacINTYRE, IEAN - Meritorious, Exceptional, Dis- tinguished Service Awards: P.S.A.L. Pin: Bronze A : First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Miss Keller, Mr. Weisberg, Mr. Ray, Miss W'ershals: Lunch- room Sergeant: French, Iunior, Senior Glee Clubs.- Katherine Gibbs Business School. MACK, ARTHUR-First Aid Certificate: Handball ln- tramurals: P.S.A.L. Pins: Hall Patrol: Lunchroom Serv- ice.-Business. 49 MacRONALD, IOAN-First Aid, Nutrition. Home Nurs- ing Certificates: P.S.A.L. Pin: Lunchroom Squad: S'erv- ice with Miss Riordon. Mr. Clemens: Modern Danc- ing. Ping Pong Clubs: Class Night. -- New York Foundling Hospital, School of Nursing. MAFFETORE. PHYLLIS-Second Honors: Italian Pro- ficiency Pins: Home Nursing Certificate: P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid Certificate: Dramatics-- Nobody Home : Modern Dancing Club.-College. MAGUIRE, MAUREEN-P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid. Home Nursing Certificates: Dean's, Lunchroom Squads: Aide to Mr. Blazej, Miss Keller: Social Dancing Club.- Business. MALETTA, IOSEPH - Second Honors: Bronze, Silver A's : Iunior Arista: Meritorious. Exceptional. Dis- tinguished Service Awards: Special Commendation Card: Minor A : Lunchroom, Library Squads: Aide to Mr. O'Shea, Mrs. Paquet: G.O. President: First. Third Term G.O. Representative: School Band: Dra- matics- Nobody Home : Class Nights: Key of Cour- tesy Club: Softball, Handball, Intramurals.-Business. MALONEY, IAMES - Service with Mr. Machlowitz: Lunchroom Squad: Newman Club.-Business. MANDLIK, LUCILLE-Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Iuni- or. Senior Arista: First. Second Honors: German Pro- ficiency Pins: Commendation Card: First Aid, Dis- tinguished, Meditorious Service Certificates: Aide to Miss Hess. Mr. Siegfried. Mr. Iacobson. Miss Brennan: Service in Biology Laboratory, Switch- board, Language Office: Secretary, German Club: Volleyball, Badminton. Modern Dancing. Basketball Clubs: Basketball: Class Night. '5U.-Business. 978 All fs: tri, All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. -William Shakespeare MANGRAVITO, ANNA--Bronze Second Honors: Bronze. Silver P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Miss Iohnston. Miss Riordon. Dr. McGill: Lunchroom Squad: Dramatics - Finishing School, Nobody Home : Class Night, '50: President. Secretarial Club: Fashion Show, '49.-Business. MANZELLA, BARTOLO-Service in Locker Room. Mr. Byers. Mr. Morse: Lunchroom Squad: Basketball. Handball Intramurals.-Business. MARCUCCI. FELICIA - P.S.A.L. Pins, Swimming P.S.A.L., Chevron: First Aid, Home Arts Certificates: Service with Mrs. Fyfe, Miss Riordon: Fashion Show: Lunchroom Squad: Social Dancing. Square Dancing. Softball. Secretarial, Typing Clubs.-Business. MARSHALL, MADELINE - First Aid. Home Nursing Certificates: Lunchroom, Library Squads: Aide to Miss Novotny. Miss Riordon: Table Tennis. Basketball. Volleyball, Square Dancing Clubs.-Business. MARTIN. IOSEPHINE-Second Honors: Bronze. Silver A's : Iunior Arista: Service Aide to Mrs. Keegan. Mrs. Mecinski, Miss Kean, Mrs. Fyfe, Miss Iohnston: Lunchroom Squad: Volleyball, Folk and Square Danc- ing. Badminton, Softball, Basketball. Leaders. Swim- ming. Table Tennis. Varsity Clubs: P.S.A.L. Pins. Minor A's. Leaders L. -College. MARTINEZ. LYDIA-Second Honors: Italian Proficiency Pins: Italian Conversation First Award: Aide to Miss Milella, Miss Kean, Miss Keller, Miss Reuss: Italian. Dramatics Clubs: Program Committee: Lunchroom Squad: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Treasur- er. Italian Club: Dramatics- A Star in the Window. Book Lovers .-Oswego State Teachers College. 50 MARTINO, IOSEPH-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Sil- ver, Gold A's : P.S.A.L. Pin: Softball Intramurals: First, Second Meritorious, First, Second Distinguished Awards: Hall Patrol: Lunchroom Sergeant: Aide to Mrs. Ross: Latin, Italian, Iunior Glee, Dramatics Clubs: Advanced Chorus.-Queens College. MASONE, PALMO-Aide to Mrs. Mather, Mrs. Visone: Service, Latin Office: Hall Patrol: Lunchroom Service. -Business. M-ASSE. MARY-P.S.A.L. Swimming Pin: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Meritorious Award: Library Squad: Aide to Mrs. Mulligan: Lunchroom Service: Cheerleaders, Modern Dancing Clubs: Class Night.- Business. MASTROCINQUE, REMO-Second Honors: Scholastic Award, Civics: Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Mr. Con- nors.-College. MATTERA, FRANCES - Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Iunior, Senior Arista: Second Honors: Italian Pro- ficiency Pins: Italian Teachers' Association Award: First Aid Certificate: Meritorious Service Award: Aide to Miss Newman, Mrs. Clemens: Lunchroom, Emer- gency, Dean's Squads: Badminton. Volleyball. New- man, Spanish Glee Clubs: Class Night, '50.-Queens College. MAURA, VICTOR - Second Honors: Bronze A : Library, Lunchroom Squads: Campus Reporter, Campus Sports Editor: Exceptional Service Award: Spanish Glee Club.-Police Department. Something attempted, something done, X Has earned a night's repose. ,I -Henry W. Longfellow McAVINUE, FRANCES - First Aid. Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Mr. McSheehy, Mr. Patterson, Miss Riordon: Lunchroom Squad: Swimming, Modern Dancing Clubs: Class Night, '5U.-The New York Foundling Hospital. MCAVOY, IOHN-Aide to Mr. McVey, Mr. Brown: Lunchroom, Dean's Squads: Field Band, '46, '47, '48, '49: Basketball, Handball. Softball Intramurals.-Bush ness. McCUSKER, HAROLD - Second Honors: Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Mr. Goffery, Mr. Brown, Mr. Schiffres, Mrs. Gzehan, Mr. McVey: Public Speaking, '49: Class Night, '5U.-Business. MCDERMOTT, .MARIE-Iunior, Senior Arista: Bronze, Silver, Gold A ': Second Honors: Meritorious Serv- ice Award: G.O. Representative: First Aid, Nutrition Certificates: Dramatics- The Iinx From Alabama : Aide to Miss Degen, Mr. Kelly, Miss Brennan, Miss Finn.-Business. McDOWELL, MARILYN-Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Iunior Arista: Exceptional, Meritorious Service Awards: Second Honors: Sewing Awards: Iunior P.S.A.L., Intermediate Medals: Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Mr. Richter, Library, Speech Office, General Office: Leaders, Softball, Cheerleaders Clubs.-Fashion Insti- tute of Technology. MCGRANE, EDWARD-Art Squad: Aide to Mr. Steed: Art, Newman Clubs: Basketball, Softball Intramurals: P.S.A.L. Awards: Hall Patrol, Lunchroom Squads.- Business. 51 MCGRORY, IOAN-Meritorious Service Award: Home Nursin First Aid Certificates: Aide to Miss Riordon, Q. Mr. Blazej: G.O. Section Representative: Campus Representative: Modern Dancing, Swimming, Account- ing Clubs.-Business. MCGUIRE, ROBERT-Aide to Mr. Byrne, Mr. Delaney, Mr. Shields, Mr. Byers: Basketball, Football, Baseball Intramurals: Art Club: Campus, Clipper Art Staffs: Advertising Work, School Alumni Meetings.-Uni- versity of Southern California. MCILRAVY, IANET-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Iunior, Senior Arista: Latin Proficiency Pins: Iunior, Senior P.S.A.L. Pins: Meritorious, Excep- tional Service, First Aid Certificates: Aide to Mr. McSheehy, Mrs. Losh, Record Office: Lunchroom Squad: Newman, Latin Clubs.-Columbia University, Medical Center. MICHALOWSKI, DIANA-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Silver A's : First Aid, Home Nursing, Nutrition, Fash- ion Certificates: Aide to Miss Riordon, Mrs. Mecinski, Mr. Landers: Lieutenant, Lunchroom Squad: Fashion Show, '47, '48, '49: Volleyball Club: Class Night. - Washington Secretarial School. MIHALO, IOHN-Second Honors: First Aid Certificate: Aide to Latin Office, Lunchroom: Iunior Glee, S'enior Glee Clubs: Advanced Chorus: Softball, Handball Clubs.-Cooper Union. MILANO, IOHN-First Aid Certificate: Aide to Dr. Loughlin: Hall Patrol, Lunchroom Squads: Softball, Basketball, Handball Intramurals: Softball Medal.- Business. f7S f ' I count myself in nothing else so happy W As in a soul remembering my good friemls. -William Shakespeare ri Ea , MILLER, ROBERT-First Aid Certificates: Lunchroom Sergeant: Aid'e to Mr. McVey: Hall Patrol with Mr. McDermott, Mr. McNamara: Basketball, Football, Soft- ball Intramurals.-U.S. Air Force. MINERLEY, NAOMI-Second Honors: Bronze A : First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Meritorious, Excep- tional Service Awards: Table Captain: Lunchroom, Library Squads: Aide to Miss Novotny, Miss Hughes, Miss Riordon, Miss Kessler, Mr. Landers: Newman, S'ecretarial Clubs: Class Night.-Business. I Misa. CARQHNE-lf.S.A.L. Pin: I-'il-sr Aid, Home Nurs- in MQerti8cates: Aide to M,rs.ff Austin: Lunchroom Stzgeant: Fashion Show, HS: Class Night, '5U.-Busi? ness. ' MOONEY, MARTIN-Second Honors: P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid Certificate: Aide to Mr. Hundt: Basketball. Football, Intramurals.-College. MORAN, MARY-P.S.A.L. Pin: First Aid, Home Nurs- ing Certificates: Aide to Mr. Patterson, Miss O'Connor: Class Night: Swimming, Modern Dancing Clubs.- Business. MOYLETT, IOAN-Iunior, Senior Arista: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : First Honors: Awards: Latin, Spanish Pro- ficiency Pins: Biology, Mathematics Awards: Dis- tinguished Service Award: Campus Editor: Dean's Squad: Aide to Mr. Von Arx, Mr. Hassett, Miss Laws, Mrs. Fyfe: Latin Club: P.S.A.L. All-'Round Medal: Pool Leader: Iunior, Senior Life Saving: Minor A's : Second Term G.O. Representative: Cheer- leaders, Basketball, Volleyball, Softball Clubs: Class Night, '5U.-Hunter College. 52 MUHLBACH, LOUISE-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : First Aid Certificate: Meritorious Service Certificate: Aide to Miss Brennan, Miss de- Kernay, Mr. Ullmann, Miss O'Connor.-Coll'ege. MULLIGAN, GEORGE - Second Honors: First Aid, Meritorious Service Certificates: G.O., Dean's Offices: Lunchroom: Chem Preparation: Newman Club.--Pratt Institute. MUSCARELLA, MARY-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : First Aid, Home Nursing, Nutrition Certificates: Iunior, Senior Arista: P.S.A.L. Pin: Meri- torious, Exceptional Service Awards: Italian Proficien- cy Pins: Italian Teachers Association Certificates: Aide to Mr. Yourman, Mrs. .McCartin: Campus , Mrs. Troyano: Spanish Choral Group Accompanist: Minor A : Public Speaking.-Iuilliard School of Music. MYERS, DONALD - Bronze Second Honors, P.S.A.L. Medal: Minor A : Theodore Roosevelt Medal for Public Speaking: Aide to M-r. Brennan: Track Team: Iunior Glee, Senior Glee, Biology Clubs: Public Speaking.-Officers Candidate School. NAPLES, CARMEL-P.S.A.L., Second Honors, Bronze A : Aide to Miss Feinberg, Mrs. Secor, Lunchroom Squad: Miss Kean, Health Education Office: Modern, Square Dancing, Dramatics, Basketball, Volleyball, Iunior, Senior Glee Clubs: Fashion Show, Bazaar.- Business. NAPP, ROSEMARY-Iunior Arista: First, Second Hon- ors: Bronze, Silver A's : Meritorious, Exceptional Serv- ice Awards: First Aid Certificate, Home Nursing: Latin Proficiency Pins: Latin, Newman Clubs.-Busi- UGSS. Have I not reason to lament What Man has made of Man? -Willializ Worzlsworllz NATUZZI, ROSA-Iunior Arista: Second Honors, Bronze A : Sewing, First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Italian Proficiency Pin: Fashion Show, '46, '48: G.O. Representative: Aide to Mr. Patterson, Mrs. Mather: Lunchroom Service: Italian, Secretarial Clubs: Social Dancing: Class Night.-Business. NELSON, DAVID-Distinguished Service Award: Aide to Mr. Piatti, Mr. Froehlich: Orchestra, '47, '48, '49, '5U: Campus Representative.-Business. N QN5 D - i 2: 'G 51 'ficate: Aide to Miss F V , ssgt -1. ' , if- rf' Service: Pemblec . sin ol '-V V A if NEUFELD, CHARLES-Basketball, Football, Softball Intramurals: Captain. Hall Patrol: Lunchroom Squad: Spanish, Newman Clubs: First Aid Certificates: Aide to Mr. Delaney.-U.C.L.A. NIELSEN, GERALD-.Meritorious Service Certificate: Aide to Mr. Confoy, Mr. Morse, Mr. O'Shea: Lunch- room: Lieutenant, Hall Patrol.-College. NILSEN, IOAN-Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Second Honors: Meritrious Service: First Aid Certificate: Iuni- or, Senior Arista: Iunior Gle'e Club: Minor A : P.S.A.L. Pins: Lunchroom Service: Aide to Mr. Iacobson, Mr. Ahearn, Miss Munn, Mrs. Fyfe, Miss Leary: Badmin- ton ,Swimming, German, Iunior Life Saving, Pemblec Club: Class Night, '50.-Adelphi College. 53 NORBURY, IAMES - Second Honors: P.S.A.L. Pins: Football, Basketball Intramurals: Aide to Mr. Landers. Mrs. Corsa: Lunchroom, Dean's Squads: Newman, Art Clubs: Variety Shows, '49, '50.-Business. NOVARA, MICHAEL - Second Honors: Meritorious Service Award, P.S.A.L. Pin: First Aid Certificate: Basketball, Softball Intramurals: Aide to Miss Dis- brow: Hall Patrol: Service in Lunchroom.-Queens College. NUGENT, CAROL-First Aid, Home Nursing Certifi- cates: Library Lunchroom Squad, Dramatics: Aide to Mrs. Austin: Softball, Volleyball Clubs: Class Night. -New York University. OAKES, VIRGINIA-Second Honors, Bronze A : Mier- itorious, Exceptional Service Awards: First Aid, Home Nursing, Nutrition Certificates: Lunchroom Sergeant, Tabl'e Captain: Regents Week, Library, Lunchroom Squads: Aide to Miss Novotny, Mrs. Hart, Mr. Lan- ders: Spanish Choral Group: Newman, Secretarial, Spanish Clubs.-School of Iournalism. O'CONNELL, RICHARD-P.S.A.L. Pins: Softball, Foot- ball Intramurals: Football Team, '47: Minor A, Foot- ball: Aide to Mr. Conloy, Mr. Tobias, Mrs. Perretti, Mr. Scarlata: Lunchroom, D'ean's Squads: Hall Patrol: Newman, Gridiron, Spanish Clubs.-Fordham Uni- versity. OERTEI., CONSTANCE-Bronze, Silver A's : Second Honors: Iunior Arista: First Aid Certificate, German Proficiency Pins: Aide to Dr. McGill: Softball, Social Dancing, Sewing Clubs: Cheerleader Squad, '49, '50: Class Night.-Business School. N . ' K :tt W fs -.. Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. -Thomas Cray O'HARE, IOHN-First Honors: Football, Basketball In- tramurals: Aide to Mr. Martin, Mrs. Troyano, Mr. Norton: Dean's Squad: Campus Squad, '46, '47, '48: Key to Courtesy, Newman, Spanish Clubs.-Business. OLDHAM, DOLORES-Second Honors: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Spanish Proficiency, P.S.A.L. Pins: Aide to Mrs. Corsa: Lunchroom Service: Newman, Spanish, Square Dancing Clubs.-Business. O'LOUGHLIN, FLORENCE-Gold, Silver, Bronze A's : First, Second Honors: Latin Proficiency Pins: Campus Staff: Meritorious Award: Girls' Captain, Lunchroom: Iunior, Senior Arista: Latin, Newman Clubs: - St. Ioseph's College. OLSON, HENRY-Bronze, Silver A's : Meritorious. Exceptional Service Awards: Forums: Special Com- mendation Card: Handball, Softball, Basketball Intra- murals: Hall Patrol, Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Mr. Cronin, Mr. Kelly, .Mr. Clemens: Track, Cross-Country Teams: Minor Awards: Newman, Winged-foot, Law Clubs.-Temple University. OLSON, RUTH-Bronze A : First Aid Certificate: Meritorious Service Awards: Aide to Modern Lan- guage Department, Mr. Gross, Miss Brennan: Program Committee: Library, Lunchroom Squads: Volleyball Club.-Business. ORTIZ, MARTA-Bronze, Silv'er A's : Second Honors: Spanish Proficiency Pins: Iunior Life Saving Pin: Lunchroom Squad: First Aid Certificate: Aide in Gen- eral Office: Spanish Glee Club: Badminton, Basket- ball, Newman Clubs.-Puerto Rico Engineering Col- lege. p 54. When faith is lost, when honor dies The man is dead. OWENS, ROBERT-Bronze A : P.S.A.L., Silver, Bronze Pins: Service, Lunchroom-First, Second, Eighth Terms: Intramurals: Newman Club.-Business. PAGLIARULO, MARILYN - First, Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: Iunior, Senior Arista: Minor A's : First Aid Certificate: All-Around Medal: Class Night, '5U: Aide to Mrs. Fyfe: Attendance Office: Dean's, Lunchroom Squads: Columnist, Associate Editor of Campus : Bask'etball, Paddle Tennis, Spanish, Iunior Glee Clubs.-Hunter College. PALMA, ANNA-Second Honors: Sewing Award: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: P.S.A.L. Pin: Fashion Show: Aide to Miss Armstrong, Miss Giammalvo, Miss Riordon: Lunchroom Squad: Italian, Newman Clubs: Class Night.--Business. PALMER, IOAN-Aide to Miss Curtis, Mr. Kuhle: History Office, Lunchroom Squad: Bask'etball, Leaders, Cheerleaders Clubs: P.S.A.L. Pin: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Newman Club.-Pratt Institute. PARKER, VIRGINIA - Second Honors: Meritorious Award: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Lunch- room Squad: Aide to Mrs. Clemens, Mrs. Austin: Library Squad: Spanish, Pemblec Clubs: Class Night, '50.-Middlebury College. PARRETTA, ANDREW-Aide to Miss Iohnson, Mr. Piatti: Band, '46, '47, '48, '49, '5U: Class Night, '46, '47, '48, '49, '50: Field Band, '47, '48, '49, '50: Orchestra, '50: Swing Band, '49: Graduation Exercises, '47, '48, '49, '50.-College. Y -Whittier n, R l I l PARROTTA, MARTHA-Second Honors: Iunior Arista: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: First Aid Certificate: Chevrons: Italian Proficiency Pins: Treasurer, Italian Club: New- man, Modern Dancing, Social Dancing, Secretarial Clubs.-New York University. PASSARETTE, ROSE-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Iunior, Senior Arista: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificate: Fashion Show, '47: Meritorious Service Award: Aide to Mr. Mould. Miss Brennan, Miss Riordon, Mr. Clarke: Lunchroom Squad: Square Dancing, Social Dancing Clubs.-Business College. PATAKI, EILEEN-First Aid Certificate: Iunior, Senior P.S.A.L. Pins: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: Aide to Mrs. Ross, Mr. Munafo, Mrs. Knight, Miss Iohnston: Lunchroom Squad: Volleyball, Basketball, Swimming, Social Dancing, Dramatic Clubs: Class Night, '50,-Cooper Union Art School. PEHNKE, IOAN-Second Honors, Bronze A : First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Miss Riordon, Mr. Landers, Mr. Puorro: Lunchroom Squad: Softball, Cheerleaders, Basketball, Volleyball, Secretarial Clubs: Class Night.-Business School. PETROZZA, DOROTHY-Second Honors: Iunior Arista: Bronze A : Meritorious Service Award: P.S.A.L. Pin: Latin Proficiency Pins: Commendation Card: First Aid. Home Nursing Certificates: Band, '47, '48, '49, '5U: Orchestra, '48, '49, '50: Aide to Mr. Piatti: Lunchroom Service: Newman, Swimming Clubs: Class Night, '50. -Business College. PETRUCCI, RICHARD-Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Mr. Burns, Mr. Rudolph, Mr. Schwartz: Newman Club: Softball, Basketball, Baseball Intramurals: Softball Tournament Medal.-Notre Dame University. 55 1. 2. 3. Most Engaging Smile Edna Hayes Vincent Agud Ioan Moylett Ioseph Maletta Class Pet Marilyn MacDowel1 Andrew Steigman 4. Done Most for Adams 5. 6. Most Dignified Barbara Supeck Donald Meyers Most Bashful Ioan Trusch Edward Brogan Class Artist Alma Kelly Eugene Thompson 7. Typical Senior Mildred Lindstedt Paul Lennon Most Popular Ioan Moylett Ioseph Maletta Class Scholar Ioan Moylett Andrew Steigman 8. 9. O U1 .-.- P-I E, FT' Q C-'Z 4 CD I - 'Q 'V - - N MQW -:Vg ,,,V-,g.g-53.133113 - I- I-3, .g3zV1,q55,:ai.fVe4-g5g.yg ef ,, 5453 51 'ww e.,.,g:.'i': .-.ng 055, f-r - 32---ge-,.4ms..35,yafam Q-Vi, V ' ' Q ., ', - -' .ni-w?fVfn:1f2'zE41He'iii? ,if ' GS sliii-.WV '-rfz'-ff-3. , if-V ms-E' '- 5-Y?-3 1 V-V.1:.-.-mf..-'. N125 --ni ' -.Ve-VwVwW,,i-rvMf1 Vfw,wV:y-:Nev -1--Rap? 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Best Personality Mary Sabatino Barbara Lutz Vincent Agud Vincent Agud PICCIRILLI, ELEANOR-Second Honors: First Aid Cer- tificate: Italian Proficiency, P.S.A.L. Pins: Chevron: Secretarial Service, Miss Degen: Aide to Miss Milella: Lunchroom Squad: Social Dancing, Swimming, Italian Clubs.-Business. POGGIE, RICHARD-Hall, Lunchroom Squads: Aide to Mr. Martin.-Business. POLLEY, CAROL-Second Honors: Meritorious Serv- ice Award: Proficiency Pins, French: Bronze AH: P.S.A.L. Pin: First Aid Certificate: Lunchroom Squad: Table Captain: Library Staff: Chevrons: Table Tennis, Volleyball, Square Dancing, Spanish Choral Clubs.- Business. POLO, ROBERT - Second Honors: Bronze, Silver P.S.A.L. Pins: All-Around Medals: Basketball, Solt- ball Intramurals.-Business. PRACHT, PATRICIA-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : First Aid Certificate: Library Staff: Lunchroom Squad: Fashion Shows, '48, '49: Dramatics Club- The Monkey's Paw : Class Night, '50,-Nurses Training School. , Rggross Firstfgcr 90' 1 g rtiiicates: . i!K?'Lunch'room Squad: Aide o M ,Patter- f 'J g WE ANTOINETT Se 'nd Hono ' unior Aris son, Mrs. G Lent: Fpshiorr I 146, -47: Gwresen , 'mtbal 7 ' , ,' Ch erleaders, Newman Clu .-Business. I in ,riff-is, H,--' r 1 ' fi The only reward of virtue is virtue, .1 The only way to have a friend is to be one. ,f -Emerson 51 as ' PRUNO, ALEXANDER-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Boy Leader, Iunior Arista: Senior Arista: Italian Teachers Association Award: Italian Proficiency, P.S.A.L. Pins: Meritorious, Exceptional. Service Awards: Lunchroom Squads, Captain, Dean's Squad: Aide to Mr. Byrne, Mr. Brennan, Mr. Hundt, Mrs. Mather: Forums: Clipper'7 Art Staff , Campus Cartoonist: Italian Contest.-Pratt Institute. PUGH. MARGARET-Second Honors: First Aid, Home- Nursing Certificates: Lunchroom Service: Aide to Mr., Tobias, Miss Armstrong, Dr. Loughlin: Iunior, Senior Glee Clubs.-Katherine Gibbs Secretarial School. PUNTURIERI, FRANK - Meritorious Service Award, P.S.A.L. Pins, First Aid Certificate: Hall Patrol, Library Squad: Lunchroom Service: Aide to Mr. Shepherd, Mr.. Connors, Miss Curtis: Speech Olfice: Baseball, Hand- ball, Basketball, Football Intramurals: Dramatics- Five For Bad Luck, Fright. -College. RAGONESE, CARL - silver P.S.A.L. Pins: Football, Handball, Basketball, Softball Intramurals: Service,- Lunchroom: Italian Club.-Business. RANDEL, ARLENE-Second Honors: Meritorious, Ex-- ceptional Awards: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Spanish, German Proficiency Pins: Associate Editor, Campus - A La Mode, Meet the Faculty, Cap and. Gown : Fashion Column, Clipper : Class Night, '50: First Aid Certificate: Aide to Miss Brennan: Lunch- Senior Glee Club: Ir., Sr. Arista-Queens College. REID, PATRICIA-First, Second Honors: Latin, Spanish Proficiency Pins: Meritorious Service Award: Junior, Senior Arista: P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid Certificates: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Lunchroom, Library Squad: Aide to Mr. Browne, Miss Disbrow, Miss Iewell: Clipper Staff.-Radcliffe College. 58 REILLY, MARTHA-First Aid, Home Nursing Certifi- cates: Service Certificate: Aide to Miss Hughes: Li- brary, Lunchroom Squads: Fashion Show, '47: Bas- ketball, Social Dancing Clubs.--Business. REYNOLDS, EDNA-Iunior, Senior Aristas: First, Sec- ond Honors: Meritorious, Exceptional, Distinguished Service Awards: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Spanish, German Proficiency, P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid Certifi- cate: Co-Editor, Campus, Associate Editor: Meet V the Faculty : Aide to Mr. Hasset, Mr. Von Arx, Mrs. I Reilly, Mrs. Losh, Miss O'Connor: Program Commit- tee: Record, Mr. Patterson's Offices: Lunchroom Squad: Newman Club.-Syracuse University. RHODES, ANTOINETTE - First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Class Night, '5U: Fashion Show, '47: Serv- ice Certificate, One Year: Lunchroom Sergeant: Mr. Patterson's Office: General Service: Softball, Social Dancing Clubs.-Business. RIDER, RITA-Second Honors: First Aid, Home Nurs- ing Certificates: Aide to Mr. Blazei, Mr. Hundt: At- tendance Office: Lunchroom Squad: Sewing. Cheer- leaders Clubs: Fashion Show, '47: Variety Show '50. -College. RIVAS, LIONEL-P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid Certificate: Lunchroom, Dawn Patrol: Gym Service: Senior Glee Club, Three Years.-Business. ROGERS, 'MARGARET-First, Second I-loner? Bronze, Silver. Gold A's : Iunior. Senior Aristas: irst Aid .Certific : Sewi g Awards: Qmde to Miss Brennan, Nffss'R'eqfiSs':'Mr'sfiht5hn, Mr. Landers: Meritoriaps Serv- ice Award: Iunior, S'eniorPGlee Clubs.-Business. 4 . .. c- Vi ' Cowarlls :lie many times before their fleathsg The valiant never taste of death but once. N Q -William Shakespeare H ROMANELLI, FRANCIS-Second Honors: Bronze, Sil- ver, Gold A's : Iunior, Senior Aristas: Meritorious Service Award: Latin, French Proficiency Pins: Aide to Miss Moloney, Mr. Gross, Mr. Clemens, Dr. McGill, Miss Novotny, Mrs. Mather: Latin, French Clubs: Vice President, Latin Club: Class Night: Social Dancing Club.-College. ROMANELLI, ROSEMARIE-Bronze. Silver, Gold A's : First, Second Honors: Third, Fourth Sixth Term Com- mercial Awards: Iunior. Senior Aristas: Spanish Pro- ficiency Pins: Meritorious Service Award: Leader's L : P.S.A.L. Pins: Aide to Miss Brennan, Miss Novotny: Class Night, '50: Leaders, Newman Clubs.-Business. ROONEY, .MARGARET-Bronze, Silver, Gold P.S.A.L. Pins: M-inor AU: Second Honors: Iunior, Senior Life- saving: Nutrition, First Aid, Home Nursing Certifi- cates: P.S.A.L. Pins: Swimming Chevrons: Fashion Show, '49: Class Night, '50.-Business. ROSEN, ARLENE-First, Second Honors: Spanish Pro- ficiency Pins: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Iunior. Senior Aristas: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: Commendation Card: P.S.A.L., All-Around, Swimming Medals: First Aid Certificates: Aide to Miss Wershals, Miss O'Connor, Mr. Gonzalez-Cornell University. ROSEN, MORTON - Second Honors: Bronze, Silver. Gold A's : Meritorious Service Award: Aide to Mr. Richter, Mrs. Stern, Mr. Blazei: Table Captain: Clip- per Photo Staff: Campus Photographer: Vice Presi- dent, Camera Club.-Rochester Institute of Technol- ogy. RUBINO, IOAN-Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Second Honors: Fashion Show Awards: First Aid Certificale: Aide to Miss Riordon, Mr. Landers: Lunchroom Patrol: Iunior. Senior Gl'ee Clubs: Volleyball, Softball, Bad- minton, Swimming, P.S.A.L. Pins.-Business. 59 RUNGE, IOAN-Second Honors: First Aid, Home Nurs- ing Certificates: Fourth, Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, Eighth Section G.O. Representative: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: Aide to Mr. Patterson, Mr. Hundt, Miss O'Connor: Class Night, '50: Fashion Show, '49: Lunchroom Sergeant.-Business. RURUP, DOROTHY-First, Second Honors: Bronze: Sil- ver, Gold A's : Iunior, Senior Arista: Latin. Spanish Proficiency Pins: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: Aide to M1ss Brennan Library uad L 1n New an Clubs Business School Servl ' f Glee Club For , A' articipatlo 1 ' aza , ramatics B klovers A1 e L ec1nsk1 MISS De Kernay ,. Brennan I s. , d r Ma dy Modern Lan guage Depart en .- , otogr RUTKIEWICZ, OP -First Aid Certificate: Aide to Mrs. La Bar: - C room Squad: Volleyball, Badmin- ton, Folk Dancing Clubs.-Business. RUSSEL C F cond nors: ff 'or rista: Bronze ' Z omm tion ar ritorious f z . .4 , - ' , : .. -J . ' ob Y, RYDER, IOAN-Second Honors: First Aid, Home Nurs- ing Certificates: Aide to Miss Finn, Miss Armstrong: Lunchroom Service: Square Dancing, Modern Danc- ing, Basketball Clubs.--Business. SABATINO, CAMILLE-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver A's : Latin Proficiency Pin: Bronze, Silver P.S.A.L. Pins: Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Miss O'Connor: Mer- itorious Service Award: Iunior, S'enior Glee, Latin Clubs: Class Night: Fashion Show, First Aid Certifi- cate.-Business. ff' Our doubts are traitors, and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt. x flee, Isaac W'atts - SABATINO, MARY - First Aid, Home Nursing, Nu- trition Certificates: Fashion Shows, '45, '47, '48: Presi- dent, Newman Club, '48: Aide to Miss Avelino, Miss Feinberg, Mrs. Austin: Lunchroom Squad: Table Cap- tain: Bazaar Committee: Service, Health Service Office, Pool: Cheerleaders, Modern Dancing. Newman. Italian, Softball, Volleyball, Basketball Clubs: Class Night, '50.-Vogue School of Design. SAELI, THOMAS - Lunchroom, Hall Patrol Squads: Softball, Football, Handball Intramurals.-Business. SANTUCCI, MARIA-Second Honors: Bronze A : Mer- itorious. Exceptional Service Awards: Home Nursing, First Aid Certificates: Lunchroom Squad: Committee: Aide to Miss Brennan: Newman Club.-Business. SAPORITO, ANNETTE-Iunior Arista: Second Honors: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Mr. E. I. Clarke, Miss Lynch: Hearth- stone. Social Dancing Clubs: Fashion Show, '49.- Cambridge Business School. SASSO, MARILYN-Second Honors: Meritorious Serv- ic'e Award: First Aid Certificate: Class Night, '5U: Service with Miss Keller: Aide to Mr. Weisberg, Miss Novotny: Square Dancing Club.-C.C.N.Y. SAVIN, TATIANA-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Sil- ver, Gold A's : Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: Spanish Proficiency Pins: First Aid Certifi- cate: Senior Arista: Aide to Miss Riordon, Mrs. Gould, Mr. Confoy, Miss Novotny: Lunchroom, Library Squads: Class Night: Table Tennis, Volleyball, Bas- ketball, Badminton, Leaders Clubs: P.S.A.L. Pins.- Business School. 60 SCHAVVELSON, ESTELLE - Second Honors: Bronze A : Second Year Spanish Award: Spanish Proficien- cy Pins: Aide to Miss Keller, Miss Wershals, M-iss de Kernay: Spanish Glee, Iunior Glee, Leaders, Volley- ball, Basketball, Iunior, Senior P,.S.A.L. ' s.-Latin America Institu . . , l SCH ' , f 5 'V ,- 3 con ity- - : y ' -,f '- Serv- ic'e 7- it jf 'Ai 'I 5 e 'Q - si ertificws: P.S.A. ' : ' ae4. 1 ss ' nn: erv ce Lu gg? m: Iunior, 'Q J ee Clu dvance h raining: Square: Variety Show.-Busi ess. SCHMELZEIS, IOSEPH-Softball, Basketball, Handball Intramurals: Senior Red Cross Certificate: Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Mrs. Blick, Mr. Iacobson: Late Squad. -Business. SCHMIDT, IOAN-Bronze, Silver A's : Second Hon- ors: Iunior Arista: Meritorious Service Award: Library, Lunchroom Squads: First Aid Certificate: Aide to Miss Smith, Mrs. Losh, Mrs. Gould, Miss Gannon: New- man, Basketball Clubs: Fashion Shows: Class Night. '50,-Business. SCHONROCK, HELEN-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Meritorious Service Award: Bronze P.S.A.L. Pin: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Pro- gram Committee: Secretarial Aide to Miss Laws: Iun- ior, Senior Aristas: Volleyball, Table Tennis, Pemhlic Clubs: Class Night. '5U.-Business. SCHULMAN, HELEN-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver A's : Iunior Arista: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: P.S.A.L. Pin: Home Nursing, First Aid Certifi- cates: Aide to Mr. Yourman, General Office, Miss Riordon, Lunchroom: Dramatics- Finishing School, Nobody Home : Fashion Show, '48.-Business. Imitation is the sincerest flattery. SCHUM, IOSEPH-Two Terms, Second Honors: Bronze Meritorious Service Award, First Aid Certificate: Library, Lunchroom, Hall Squads: Biology Laboratory: Biology Club.-Business. SCHWAID. ESTHER--Second Honors, Bronze A : Home Nursing, First Aid Certificates: Distinguished Service Award, German Proficiency Pins: Aide to Mr. Gross, Mrs. Stern, Mr. Schwartz, Biology Laboratory: Pro- gram Committee, Forums: Sergeant, Lunchroom: Dra- matics- Fright, Five for Bad Luck, Who Gets the Car Tonight? : German, Iudean, Square Dancing Clubs.-Queens College. SCHWARTZ, ALICE-Bronze M-eritorious Service Award: Second Honors. P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid Certiti- cate: Chevrons: Aide to Mr. Yourman, Mr. Gross, Miss Emerson: Dramatics - Nobody Home, Finishing School : Modern, Folk Dancing Clubs: Fashion Show, '47: Class Night, '5U.-Nursing School. SCIFO, GAETANO-Bronze, Silver A's : Second Hon- or Certificates: Senior Arista: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Certificates: Aide to Mrs. Ross, Mr. Custance, Mr. Gonzalez: Supply Squad, Hall Patrol, Lunchroom Squad: Spanish Choral Group, '48: Softball, Basket- ball Intramurals: Class Night. '5U.-College. SEMAR, ELEANOR-First Aid, Nutrition Certificates: Aide to Miss Riordon, Miss Lynch, Lunchroom: Bas- ketball Club.-Business. SHANNON, FRANCIS - Second Honors: Lunchroom, Locker Room Squads: Aide to Mr. Shields, Mr. Ull- mann, Mrs. Ross: Latin, Newman Club.-New York University. 61 Colton SHEA, DOLORES - First Aid Certificate: Library, Lunchroom Service: Softball Club. - Bryn Mawr College. SHEPHERD, IOAN-First Aid, Home Nursing Certifi- cates: Chevrons: Aide to Miss Riordon: Lunchroom Service: Class Night, '50: Softball, Cheerleaders, Ping Pong Clubs.-Business. SHINK, MARILYN-First ,Aid, Home Nursing Certifi- cates: Aide to Miss Riordon, Miss Giammalvo, Mr. Ullmann, General Office: Lunchroom Squad, Table Captain: Class Night: Basketball, Secretarial Clubs. -Katherine Gibbs Secretarial School. SHREENAN, IOAN-Second Honors: G.O. Eighth Term Section Representative: Meritorious Service Award: ,Aide to Mr. Sheppard, Mrs. Gould, Mrs. Kean. General Office: Lunchroom Squad: First Aid Certificate: Fash- ion Show: Newman, Dramatics Clubs: Iunior, Senior P.S.A.L. Pins: Class Night.-Nurses Training. SIEFERT, AUDREY - Second Honors: Bronze, Silver A's : Iunior Arista: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: Aide to Miss Munn, Mr. Yourman, Record Office, Lunchroom: Fashion Show, '48: P.S.A.L. Pin: Home Nursing, First Aid Certificates: Class Night, '50. -Business. SIEFERT, BEVERLY-Second Honors: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Mr. Yourman, Miss Iohn- ston: Lunchroom Squad: Cheerleaders, Volleyball Clubs: Dramatics- Three Is a Crowd : Class Night, '50.-Oswego College. W7 If we do not want to die together in warg We must learn to live together in peace. -President Harry S. Truman SIMONTE, VICTOR-Bronze Au: Second Honors: Aide to Mrs. Mather, Mr. Scarlata: Lunchroom Squad: Camera Club: Football Squad: Manager. Football Team, '49.-Kings Point Academy. SINGER, LEONARD-Second Honors: lunior Arista: Bronze A : Dramatics Award: Class Night, '50: First Aid Award: Meritorious Service Award: Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Miss Berner, Miss Curran, Mrs. Mc- Cartin: Dramatics Club- Three's a Crowd. Wit's End. Sugar and Spice, Her First Party Dress : President, Iudean Club: Spanish, Iunior, Senior Glee Clubs: Spanish Choral Club: Advanc'ed Choral Train- ing Group.-U.C.L.A. SIPP, VIRGINIA-Meritorious Service Award, Second Honors, Bronze P.S.A.L. Pins. First Aid Certifi- cate: Public Speaking Contest: Aide to Miss Brennan: Dean's, Lunchroom Squads: G.O. Section Representa- tive: Program Committee: Public Speaking: Leaders, Volleyball, Pool Leaders Clubs. - Oneonta State Teachers College. SLATER, LORETTA-Meritorious Service Award: Aide to Mr. Patterson, Administrative Office: Class Night Committee: G.O. Section Representative: Softball, Baseball, Cheerleaders, Leaders, Iunior Glee Clubs.- Nurses' Training. SMITH, BERNARD-Basketball. Football. Softball Intra- murals: Aide to Miss Disbrow, Mr. Schiffres, Mr. Fisch: Lunchroom Squad.-New York University. SMITH, ELLEN-First Aid. Nutrition Certificates: Aide to Miss Riordon: Lunchroom Squad: Basketball, Cheer- leaders Clubs.-Business. 62 SMJTH, RICHARD-Basketball, Football, Softball Intra- murals: P.S.A.L. Pins: Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Mr. O'Shea: Dramatics Club.-Cooper Union College. SMITH, WILLIAM-Aide to Mr. Piatti, Mr. Devins: Field Band, '47, '48, '49, '5U: Orchestra, '49, '50: Swing Band, '48, '49: Class Night, '50-Business. SMITH, YETTA-First Aid Certificate: Aide to Miss Riordon, Lunchroom Squad: Volleyball Club.--Busi- ness. SNEDEKER, CAROLE-Aide to Mrs. Keegan, Miss Feinberg: Softball, Basketball, Volleyball, Badminton, Square Dancing Clubs: Iunior Swimming Pin. - W.A.F. SOKOLOWSKI, IOAN - Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : First Honors: Senior Arista: Second, Third Year Span- ish, Second Year Sewing Awards: Commendation Certificate, Sewing: Fourth Term Spanish Certificate: Medal, A.A.T.S.: Spanish Proficiency Pins: First Aid Certificate: Seventh Term, Meritorious Service Awards: Aide to Mr. Ahearn, Mr. Maralian, Mrs. Mecinski: Lunchroom Squad: Spanish Verse Speaking Choir: Table Tennis. Shuffleboard Clubs: Clipper : Fashion Show, '48.-Hunter College. SOSNA, RICHARD-Bronze, Silver A's : Second Hon- ors: Special Commendation: Iunior Arista: Hall Patrol, Library Squad: Sixth Term G.O. Representative: Meri- torious, Distinguished Service Awards: Glee Club.- Business. Wise men learn by other men's mistakes, fools by their own. SOUTHARD. LOIS-Bronze A : Meritorious, tional, Distinguished Service Awards: Aide -Clemens, Miss Kean, Miss Schottland, Miss Captain, Chemistry Squad: Softball, Table Badminton, Volleyball, Folk-Square Dancing Clubs.- i il -Ray Excep- ' to Mr. Holder: Tennis, -C ll . . , ff ec Q- is , - SE ef, S L- 1 .lftgtlgjiip 1 t' ic el? . . . . s: 'Mer orious S ce jtw d: Aide to rs. Fy , r I c l eehy, is hn- ston, Mr. Sheldon, Dt ' KM ' 9 -1 -f , dern Dancing, New n C ubs.- v,' delphi ' f ge. SPECIALE, A :P 1-Q-10. ' Q e ward: Aide to M' 't- -v u - om S -- B--e , how, '47, ' af- an n , Y :QQ I b ' Q, Senior Adv d Chorus. 1 -' es usin s ol. J STAL ONE. IOSEPH-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver Aide to Mrs. Mather, Miss Odorno: Lunchroom Squad: A's : Softball Bronze Basketball Intramurals: Italian Proficiency Pin, Dramatics Club- A Christmas Carol, Monkey's Paw. -Queens Co ge. s1'EEns,y1oANfsefvsce ww-me gifdndbhunch- .ro6m Servicer' Iu1b .A.L. Pin: First Aid Certifi- cate: Play-- S, J Spi -Horn H n Certif' cate: Cheerteaicggs, o eybmlubsigmigs. J? STEIGMAN. ANDREW -a1-'i,5iaTtamQis,'Pirst.'se'Z'5',ia, Fourth, Fifth. Sixth Term Awards: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Second Year Math., Second Year French Awards: French Proficiency Pins: Iunior, Senior Arista: Section Representative: Forums: Honors Program Com- mittee: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Certificates: Clipper Staff: Dean's Squad: G.O.. Modern Lan- guage Offices: City-wide French Medal.--Cornell Uni- versity. 63 STELZNER, BARBARA-First, Second Honors: Bronze AH: ll1!'liOl' Arista: Meritorious Service Award: First Aid Certificate: Aide to Mr. Patterson, Miss Reuss, General Office, Emergency Room, Miss Riordon: Iu- dean, Biology, Dramatic Clubs.-Brooklyn College. STOELTING. LORRAINE-Second Honors, Bronze A : Meritorious, Exceptional Service, First Aid Certificates: Columnist, Campus : Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Miss Armstrong, Mr. Byrne: Badminton Club.-The Wash- ington Secretarial School. STROETZ, WILLIAM-Bronze, Gold A's : First Aid Certificate, Meritorious Award: Aide to Dr. Loughlin, Mr. Connors, Captain, Lunchroom.-Business. SUPECK, BARBARA-Second Honors, Bronze A : Meritorious Service Award: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Mr. Steinhauer, Mr. Torre, Miss Brennan: Program Committee: Lunchroom Squad, Sergeant: Iunior, Senior Glee, Newman Clubs: Choral Group: Dramatic, Social Dancing Clubs: Class Night, '50: Prom Committee.-New York State Institute of Applied Arts and Sciences. SUPERTY, NANCY -- Second Honors, Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Iunior, Senior Aristas: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Meritorious. Exceptional Service Awards: Class Night: Aide to Miss Munn, Mr. Froeh- lich, Miss Ruess, Mr. Ahearn: Library, Lunchroom Squads: Spanish Glee, Basketball, Softball, Volley- ball, Leaders, Cheerleaders Clubs.-College. SWANSON, THOMAS --J-Service with Mr. O'Shea, Locker Room, Mr. Maserai, Gymnasium Squad: New man, Key of Courtesy Clubs: Class Night, '50: Hand- ball Intramurals.--College. 578 uf Intelligence is like a river- the deeper it is the less noise it makes. G Bacon nfl es SWEENEY, MARGARET-Bronze Silver A's : Second Honors. Meritorious Service Award: Aide to Mr. Sheppard, Mir. Iackson: Lunchroom Squad: First Aid Certificate: Newman, Dramatics Clubs.-Business. TABBOT, ARTHUR - Second Honors: Meritorious Award: Handball Tournament: Class Night, '50: Bas- ketball. Football Intramurals: Aide to Mr. Blazej, Miss De Kernay, Miss Iones: Campus Photographer, '48: Photography Staff, '47, '5U: Clipper : Lunchroom Squad: French, Chemistry. Physics, Camera Clubs: Vice Presid'ent, President, Camera Club, '48, '49.- Progressive School of Photography. TAGLIAFERRI, DORIS-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Silver. Gold A's : Class Night: Iunior, Senior Arista: Italian Proficiency Pins: Italian Teachers Association Certificate: Home Nuring, First Aid Certificates: Aide to Mr. Yourman, Miss Brennan: Program Committee: Lunchroom Squad: Table Captain: Campus : Meri- torious Award: P.S.A.L. Pin: Minor A : Basketball, Modern, Square Dancing.-Pratt Institute. TERRITO, ELSIE - Iunior, Senior Life Saving Pins: First Aid. Home Nursing Certificates: Class Night: Aide to Miss Riordon: Basketball Club.--Business. TESORIERO, IOAN-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Iunior, Senior Arista: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Fashion Show, '47: Class Night, '5U: Meritorious Award: Aide to Miss Brennan, Mr. Mould, Miss Riordon: Lunchroom Squad: Social Danc- ing Club.-Business College. TEUFEL, IOAN-First Aid Certificates: P.S.A.L. Pins: Fashion Show, '48: Aide to Miss Riordon: Social. German Clubs.-Katherine Gibbs Secretarial School. 64+ THOMAS, AUDREY-First, Second Honors: Aide to Miss Wershals: Lunchroom Squad: Class Night: French, Latin, Newman Clubs.-Adelphi School of Nursing. THOMAS, RITA-Second Honors: First Aid Certificate: Aide to Miss Brennan, Lunchroom: Iunior Arista: Fashion Show: Secretarial Club.-Business. THOMPSON, EUGENE-Second Honors: Bronze A : P.S.A.L. Award: Bronze Medal Athletics: Aide to Clipper Literary Staff, Clipper Art Staff, Poster Squad, Mr. Byrne. Miss Munn: Lunchroom Squad: Art Club.-Cooper Union Art School. THORSELL, FRANCIS-Second Honors: Gold, Silver, Bronze A's : First Aid Certificate: Second Term Sec- tion Representative: Queens Champ Iunior Team Di- vision Cross Country: Handball, Football, Basketball Intramurals! Aide to Mr. Fischer: Table Captain: Track, Cross Country, Winged Foot Clubs.-Business. TINGIRIDES, PERRY-Second Honors: Aide to Mr. Hundt: Baseball Club: Handball Intramurals.-College. TOCCO, IOSEPH-First, Second Honors: Bronze. Sil- v'er, Gold A's : Italian Proficiency Pin: Meritorious Service Award: Hall Patrol: Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Mrs. Mather, Mr. Rennert, Miss Milella: Italian Club: P.S.A.L. Pins tor Softball.-Cooper Union. I only regret that I have but one life to give for my ' l 1 country. itll -N. Hale TOCCO, PHYLLIS - Second Honors: Iunior Arista: Home Nursing Certificate: Bronze A : Italian Pro- ficiency Pins: First Aid Certificate: Aide to Patterson, Mr. Byrne: Modern, Square Dancing Clubs.-Business School. TOMEO, MARIE-Bronze A : Lunchroom Squad: Li- brary Staff: Aide to Mrs. Giammalvo: Softball Team: P.S.A.L. Pins: Fashion Show.-Business. TRUSCH, IOAN-First Aid Certiiicate: Aide to Miss DeKernay, Miss Welsh, Mr. Maralian: Library Stait: Lunchroom Squad: Leaders, Basketball, Volleyball. Badminton Clubs. - Katherine Gibbs Secretarial School. TUNSTON, SHIRLEY-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : First Aid Certificate: Meritorious. Dis- tinguished Awards: Aide to Miss Iohnston, Miss Riordon, Mr. Richter: Newman. Basketball, Iunior, Senior Glee Clubs: Iunior, Senior Arista.-Business. UIHLEIN, CHARLOTTE-First Aid, Home Nursing, Nu- trition Certificates: Aide to M-rs. Keegan: Library. Lunchroom Squads: Cheerleaders, Badminton, Volley- ball Clubs.-Business. VAN DER ZEE, CAROL-Spanish Proficiency Pin: Serv- ice to History, Health Education Departments: Lunch- room Squad: First Term G.O. Section Representa- tive: Volleyball, Social Dancing Clubs: Iunior, Senior P.S.A.L. Swimming Pins.-New York University. 65 VENTRUELLA, SALVATORE-Second Honors: Basket- ball, Football, Softball Intramurals: P.S.A.L. Pins: Aide to Mrs. Fahey: Dramatics: Public Speaking.-College. VINCIGUERRA, CAMILLE - First, Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Iunior, Senior Arista: Fifth Term Commercial Award: Two Year Secretarial Stud- ies Award: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: Spanish Proficiency Pins: Class Night, '50: Service Aide to Miss Brennan, Mr. Mulligan, Lunchroom: Newman, bama. -St. Luke's Hospital School of Nursing. VON BRAUNSBERG, HAROLD-Second Honors: Major Letters, Baseball: Basketball, Softball, Football Intra- murals: Bronze A : Hall Patrol: Locker Room, Lunch- room Squads: Aide to Mr. Byers, Dr. Loughlin, Miss Gilligan, Mr. Maralian: Baseball Team, '49, '50,- Delehanty Institute. VRAIBEL, VIRGINIA-Lunchroom Squad: Aide to Miss Riordon: Secretarial, Volleyball Clubs: First Aid Cer- tilicate: Iunior Swimming Pins: Fashion Show, '49.- Business. WAGNER, JACK - Second Honors: Dean's Squad, Biology Laboratory, Dark Room Staff, Campus : Lunchroom Squad: Camera Club: Bronze, Silver P.S.A.L. Pins: Basketball Intramurals: Class Night, '50. -University of Pennsylvania. WALDHEIIVL, CLAIRE-Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Meritorious. Exceptional, Distinguished Service Awards: Iunior Arista: First Aid Certificate: Aide to Mr. Clemens, Miss Iohnston: Emergency Room, History, Health Education Offices: Section, Campus Representative: Cqptain, Lunchroom Squad: Forum: Dramatics- Monkey's Paw, Iinx From Ala- bama : Basketball, Latin, Iunior, Senior Glee Clubs.- St. Luke's Hospital School of Nursing. F75 I i It is not enough to do good: R A One must do it the right way. Q -Morley El, :Es WALDMAN, GLORIA - Second Honors: Bronze A : First Rid, Home Nursing Certificates: Dramatics Hon- ors: Iunior P.S.A.L. Swimming Pins: Class Night, '50: Meritorious Award: Aide' to Dr. McGill, Miss Reuss. Mr. Ahearn, Miss Munn: Lunchroom Cooperation.- College. M WALTERS IOSEPHINE-Second rl'Ionors: Table Cap- tain-Three Years: Attendance Awards: Bronze AH: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Aide to Miss Reuss, Miss Avelino: Health Education Office, Emer- gency Room: Modern Dancing, Ping Pong, Spanish Clubs.-Mary Immaculate School of Nursing. WALZ. WINIFRED-Iunior, Senior P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Swimming Pins: Aide to Mr. Clemens, Miss Avelino: Emergency Room, Health Education Office: Table Captain: Swimming, Life Saving Clubs: Fashion Shows: Class Night, '5U. -Business. WARNER, VIRGINIA-Bronze P.S.A.L. Pin: First Aid, Home Nursing, Nutrition Certificates: Aide to Mrs. Mather: Library, Lunchroom Squads.-Queens College. WEBER, EDWARD - Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Meritorious Service Certificate: Dean's, Supply, Library Squads: Aide to Mrs. Ross: Softball, Handball Intramurals: Glee Club.-Adelphi College. WEIS, SARA-First Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Third Term Academic Award: Iunior, Senior Arista: Three-Year Latin Award: Latin Classical Club Certifi- cates: Latin, Spanish Proficiency Pins: Commenda- tion Card: Meritorious, Exceptional, Distinguished Service Awards: Business Manager of Clipper : Aide to Mr. Clarke, Miss Laws, Miss O'Connor, Mrs. Losh.-Queens College. 66 WEITHAAS. PATRICIA-First Aid Certificate: Meritori- ous Service Award: Aide to Miss Munn, Miss Iones. Miss DeKernay, Mrs. Mecinski: Class Night, '50: Hearthstone Club.-Kings County Hospital School of Nursing. WHEELER, JOHN-First Aid Certificate: P.S.A.L. Pins: Basketball, Softball Intramurals: Aide to Mr. O'Shea: Lunchroom Squad: Hall Patrol.-Texas A 6 M. VVILKINSON, EDWARD-Bronze A : Bronze Medal in Athletics: Aide to Mr. Byrnes: Mrs. Austin: Poster Squad: Clipper Art Staff: Dramatics- Day for Tru- ants, Little Darling : Dramatics Club. - Cooper Union Art School. WIRTH, BARBARA-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Sil- ver, Gold A's : Iunior, Senior Arista: German Pro- ficiency Pins: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: Commendation Cards: Programing Committee: Aide to Miss Br'ennan, Miss Hess: German, Volleyball, Soft- ball, Basketball Clubs: Minor A's. -Hofstra College. WOLTMANN, HELEN - Bronze, Silver. Gold A's : First Honors: Two-Year German Award: Fifth Term Academic Award: First Aid Certificate: German. Spanish Certificates of Merit: German, Spanish Pro- ficiency Pins: Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: Aide to Miss Moloney, Miss Brennan, Mr. Yourman: Lunchroom Squad: Softball, Basketball, Bad- minton, German. Pemblic Clubs: Iunior, Senior Arista: Class Night, '49, '50: P.S.A.L. Pins.-Wagner College. WORSDALE, IOAN-Bronze A : Meritorious Service Award: Iunior, Senior P.S.A.L. Pins: First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Lunchroom Sergeant: Table Cap- tain: Aide to Mr. Stern: Volleyball Chevrons: Newman Club.-Business. 4 , Truth is generally the best vindication against slander. ll' -Lincoln l S WORSDALE, IOHN-Second Honors: Bronze A : First Aid Certificate: P.S.A.L. Pins: Handball, Softball Intra- murals: Library, Lunchroom Squads: Hall Patrol: New- man Club.-United States Army Air Corps. WRIGHT, MARIE-Home Nursing, First Aid, Home Certificates: Library Service: Volleyball Club.- Business. WRIGHT. MARY - Second Honors: First Aid, Home Nurs' IQ Cergf' 'tes: P.S. lgiys: Lunchroom, Squad: Aid xghotl-g ,mfgr, r 'n, WXMCGH - Modern anci , Vol ba, e tif:f.Clf si! Night, 150.-A 2 AL fy YARKIN, EDWARD-Maj A : Swimming Team? '48, '49, '50: Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: P.S.A.L. Pins: German Proficiency Pin: First Aid Certificate: Captain, Dawn Patrol : Aide to Mrs. Strombelline, Mr. Byrne, Mr. Iacobson, M-r. Norton, Mr. Rennert, Mr. McCaffrey. Mr. Byers: Swimming Club.-New York State Maritime College. YEZNACH, EDWARD-Second Honors: Distinguished, Meritorious Service Awards: Bronze A's : Aide to Mr. Devins: Captain, Hall Patrol: Bronze, Silver, P.S.A.L. Pins: Basketball, Softball, Handball Intra- murals: Class Night, '5U.-Business. ZANG, MARIE--First Aid, Home Nursing Certificates: Iunior P.S.A.L. Pin: Dean's Squad: Attendance Office: Iunior Glee, Newman, Softball, Cheerleaders, Social Dancing Clubs.-Business. 67 ZENLEA, SEYMOUR-First, Second Honors: Bronze, Silver, Gold A's : Spanish Proficiency Pin: Meritori- ous Service Award: Dean's Squad: Hall Patrol: Lunch- room Squad: Aide to Mr. McVey, Mr. Confoy, Mr. McNamara, Mr. O'Shea, Miss Lomax, Mr. E. I. Clarke: Iunior, Senior Arista.-Pratt Institute. ZIMMERMAN, ALICE-Bronze A : Red Cross Certifi- cate: Nutrition Certificate: Servic'e Aide to Miss Stev- enson, Mr. Patterson, Miss Reuss: Lunchroom Squad, '48, '49, '5U: Basketball, Volleyball, Softball Clubs: Class Night, '5U.-Business. ZINGER, NORMA - Meritorious, Exceptional Service Awards: First Aid Certificate: Service to Mr. Stein- hau'er: Campus Reporter, Columnist, Typist: Lunch- room Squad: Library Squad: Iudean, Ping Pong, Basketball Clubs: Fashion Show.-Business School. Reverie I walked through the fast gathering duskg The streets were crowded. Men and women passed me in throngs, Rushing, jostling, And yet, I felt alone. Then I spoke with God, I confided to Him my troubles And asked for His help. A feeling of peace stole over me And I was walking in the quiet sunshine Through a quiet country lane. The birds were my companionsg Their twittering was like a song Echoing over and over in my heart, And I no longer felt alone. RUTH BLAUT 3 Tis True Radios blare it, headlines blaze it, Kilmer said it I'll rephrase it: In the atomic age the fact remains Only Coll can bring the rains. ESTELLE HEGP It Preamble To A New Era Ronald Hengen WE THE people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice. insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and to our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America. We the people of the United States. . . . Who are the people? Are they just the bankers and lawyers . .. . men of fame and fortune?... No .... Ladies and Gentlemen .... The people of the United States were the weary pilgrims at Plymouth Rock: The Minute Men at Lexington: the pioneers who cut the timbers to the west for their homes, the grimy, sweat-covered miners whose lust for gold drove them across the broad plains: the marines at Iwo Iima: the new citizens with old ideas who crossed the oceans and gave to this new world a spirit that blended, with the pioneers. Who are the people? . . . The people ,... Ladies and Gentlemen are YOU . . . parents, friends, teachers. The people are the student speakers. The big people, yes-recognizing the duties and privileges of American Citizenship. In order to form +a more perfect union. . . . Under the Articles of Confederation there wasn't any real union. There were still 13 states separate, bickering states because the Articles lacked the power needed to enforce her laws. The states floundered in a sea of national debt, and paper money was worthless. Underpaid soldiers, who bore the scars of independence, deserted. The central government, too, was slowly approach- ing its inevitable death. Only shreds and patches of authority were left. Finally the dying Congress resolved that on Ianuary 21, 1787, they would have another convention for the purpose of revising the Articles'of Confeder- ation, but there they began to build a new Constitution for a new govern- ment. This Constitution was to bind' the people into one harmonious nation. They were determined to have the unity that was lacking in the outmoded Articles because they knew that in unity rested the real strength of the nation. The strength of our Constitution will always depend on the strength and willingness of the people to support it. It is that strength and will, wisely used, that will bind the America of the future. To establish justice. . . . Our laws today, reflect the great foresight of our patriot fathers whose Constitution, after 160 years, still maintains im the scales of justice. cr true balance between the rights of the individual and the powers of all citizens. They knew ,... they knew if man is made to the image and likeness of God, you cannot hold him in chains and take his liberties away: for he will eventually burst those chains and cast them aside, and with the help of the Divine Power he will regain those rights given him by our heavenly Father. 69 3 P ! il tffl rr. ,p f ,, f f x 4 - 4 , Q. fimfvfey .mek To insure domestic tranquility. . . . Tranquility is cr definite necessity for a nation's survival: not a spineless tranquility, but a spirited tranquility. Great empires which were founded upon rocks of violence soon perished .... Napoleon made his way to empire over broken oaths and through a sea of blood . . . an empire that went down with him into the grave. Caesar created his empire by the power of the sword . . . land was crushed by the sword. Hitler and Mussolini, like their predecessors who formed domains of chaos and oppression, are buried in the page of history as murderers and despots. Time has proven therefore, that dictators like the pharoahs of ancient Egypt built nothing permanent except their own tombs. Our nation, how- ever, is founded upon the strong rock of the Constitution. It may have flaws like any man-made instrument . . . but it has been guided for a century and a half . . . through good and bad times, by patriotic people who recognized their duties and obligations . . . and we have come to know that its strength far transcends its weakness. To provide for the common defense. . . . On December 7th, 1941, winged vultures from the rising sun rained their destruction upon a sleeping Pearl Harbor. A nation so long lulled in the luxury of peace had to be awakened to the fact that now we were at war. Immediately the machinery of our Government rolled into action according to the provisions of our Constitution. Men had to be trained, equipped, and transported to defend the United States and all she stands for. WTO promote the general Welfare. . . . Whose duty is it to promote the general welfare? It is the duty of the Federal, State, and Municipal governments working hand in hand . . . but it is primarily the duty of the average American citizen. We are responsible for the general welfare. We have the right to vote . . . do we use it? We have the obligation . . . to select our representatives with care . . . to study our govemmental structures . . . to pay our honest share of taxes . . . to participate in community alctivties. . . . The general welfare is your job and mine. Are we doing our share? To secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and to our posterity .... The blessings of liberty .... Those liberties we were fighting for were but the fundamental freedoms of humanity. They have not changed. They were freedom of religion, speech, press. assembly, and all the others that we take for granted and are just another part oi our every day life. Fellow Americans, this Preamble is not the Constitution, that is true, but no man can fully interpret the Constitution in 10 minutes. It would be like trying to pour the Atlantic Ocean into a glass . . . but this preamble captures the spirit of the Constitution and it is that flaming spirit that makes the Constitu- tion work. The Constitution that establishes a government of laws. etc .... That is our responsibility, Fellow Americans, to bum with that fire in order to secure and preserve the blessings of liberty to ourselves and to our posterity. 70 Seadoz eiofuza Uma Ufzcieavza The Camera Club presents . . Sendofw ,ezeeent H 74a Weddhg senden iwemgfq Books Un Board Marion Allweiss MORE than just the story of a woman's life is put forth in Leap to Free- dom. lt is the story of a brave and long-suffering existence, as well as the history of a country. It tells of a woman's fight against the forces which wrecked her life and that of every free-thinking Russian citizen. You will remember Oskana Kasenkina, who writes this book about herself, as the woman who tried to end her unhappy life by jumping out of the window of the Soviet Consulate in New York. This book relates the events leading up to that memorable day. To begin with, let me give you the facts of the sad transformation of the Russian people, as Mrs. Kasenkina tries to tell us in her book. All the individuality and dignity of human nature is put through a huge reconversion process called Communism, and comes out in one, hard. un- feeling, dogmatic mass. These children of the Revolution are entirely devoid of character, or rather the permission to have a character of their own. They are forced to think in one, set, prescribed way, never deviating from the pat- tem and rules set by their superiors. The accent is not on the people them- selves, but the good they can do to help the cause. This is diametrically opposed to our own American way of thinking, so much so that it shocks one to read of such absolute tyranny and narrowness of deed and thought. An incident typical of this human sacrifice for a dogma. took place in Soviet America, as Mrs. Kasenkina calls the Russian diplomatic circle in the United States. Here, behind the little iron curtain, she had been sent to teach in the Russian school for the children of diplomats. It was her teaching iob which provided her with the initiative to go on living. but her job here had no resemblance to the ordinary interpretation of teach- ing. The main purpose was to give the children good grades Khowever ignorant they might bel to impress their parents. Those among her col- leagues who were not spies bent on discovering whether any corrupt democratic principles had infiltrated into her thinking, were sorrowfully overworked. Even the children were sent to spy on her. Mrs. Kasenkina's words make one wonder: if the Russian government is so positive of its right and superiority, why is it afraid to let its employees take a peek into our way of living, instead of punishing a teacher because she had been caught reading a Russian-American newspaper. The Russians in the United States, in Mrs. Kasenkina's eyes, seem to typify the average Stalinite. They come from a spiritually-starved, poorly dressed and spiritless nation into our free land of plenty. Dressed in our clothes, eating our food, impinging on our hospitality. they sit back in smug 72 comfort and compliment our cigarettes, then in the same breath denounce our bourgeois society. If our society is so bourgeois, why is it that we eat three meals a day and every woman considers a pair of nylon stockings an ordinary thing to wear when going shopping. If Russia is so successful and her people so happy in the Fatherland, why did Cannibalism arise in 1933 when the Russian government refused to feed her people because they would not submit to Communist rule? To bring out further the sad plight of her people by a contrast, Mrs. Kasenkina tells us of her happy life before the Revolution. Her home was in the Ukraine. Here she fell in love with and married Demyan Kasenkina. As her husband was also a teacher, together they spent many happy hours following their chosen profession. However, their happiness was short-lived. The Communists, once they were in power, began to clamp down on all people who were in the slightest way connected with a theory contrary to their own doctrine. Homes were searched at any hour of the night, the occupants dragged off without explanation, never to be seen or heard of again. Demyan, her husband, was subjected to a great deal of this because he had been an officer in the Tsarist Army. At one time, when their home was searched, a cherished letter was found from Mrs. Kasenkina's sister in England. This was enough evidence to cart Demyan off into oblivion. His wife never saw him again. Her son Oleg was lost, similarly, in the war. Heartbroken with the loss of her family and the disintegration of her beloved Russia, she applied for a transfer to teach in the Russian colony in the United States. In this way she hoped to get a breath of the freedom she dreamed of. Mrs. Kasen- kina attributes her incredible acceptance to the fact that the records of her husband's dis1oya1ty were destroyed by fire. Finally, in the United States, she was subjected to even stricter supervision. Unable to keep silent under such gross injustices, she soon incurred disfavor because of her radical outbursts. After an attempt to escape from her captors, Mrs. Kasenkina's plight was brought to the attention of the American public. Knowing that her life with the Russians was worth nothing now, she tried escape by suicide. Hence, the historical leap from the window. Oskana Kasenkina has had a sad and desperate life. Here, she is start- ing anew. Her book is something every American should read, so as to appreciate more fully the fact that Liberty is not just a word. 73 MM Yr ,J l s, me .ff ,P f r 3' '- 1 tg '- 5' Q1 5 ,. t erre fl, r , ' R ' ,. 1 ?wL,, 56 ' '!F1r ,,,, , f. ' Y f f tgig - , J' 't '.j,7fi q ff, figfzg' ,i I M K vb plit Decision Anna Semple THE CHILLED courtroom was silent, now. People strained forward in their seats, expectant and waiting. The man sitting in the end seat in the jury-box shifted his heavy frame nervously, rea- lizing his important role. The stem-faced judge tumed to the jury and boomed across the room at the tense man. Gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict? The man stood up and opened his mouth to speak but was immediately seized with a fit of coughing. A court attend- ant rushed out for some water. A few snickers and muffled giggles arose from the crowd. The judge cracked his gavel down on the desk. The man's face got redder and the giggles louder. A glass of water was brought to him and he accepted it with a weak smile. The coughing stopped and he tried to appear calm as he be- gan to read the paper in his hand. We, the jury, find the defendant. William Devereaux, and here he paused dramatically. not guilty of the crime of which he has been accused. The people sat back. each with their own thoughts. Who knows what they expected or what they sincerely be- lieved to be the truth? All evidence had been shown and Bill Devereaux had been proven inno- cent. And yet, lurking in each mind, veiled with false beliefs, there was doubt. Doubt of lawyers, of laws and doubt of justice, itself. The room became uncomfortably still. A reporter pushed past the crowd to the door and ran for the nearest tele- phone. Again there was silence. A silence that made a person want to scream. A low grumbling was heard and then a man stood up and shouted across the room at a young, blonde man. You murderer, you'll get your punishment. Another man stood up, then another until every person in the room was standing, shouting. Policemen rushed in and tried to hold back the people. The judge pounded frantically on the desk. He foresaw a riot and ordered everyone to be seated. Slowly, uncertainly they sat down again. Another outburst of this sort and I will fine you all for contempt of court, the judge bellowed. He looked at the faces before him, now bearing traces of shame and dis- grace. He lmew he must handle this case gingerly because of the terrific emotional strain of everyone involved. The judge looked with ct sense of uneasiness at the young, pale face of the man standing before him. His stern face softened a bit as the man's whole body trembled convulsively for one second. The judge said gently, but firmly. William Devereaux, the court has found you not guilty of the crime of murdering your wife. However, I feel it is my duty to warn you to leave this state entirely and begin a new life. far away. With that, the judge dismissed the case and the people reluctantly got up to leave, feeling cheated. All of a sudden a horrible. tortured scream resounded through the room and the crowd reeled around to see Bill Devereaux crumple to the floor in a heap. The court physician rushed to his side and a slip of paper could have been heard falling to the floor. Bill Devereaux opened his eyes and murmured in a hoarse whisper, I'm guilty, I killed her. 74 AS I walked up the dusty trail that weaves its way through the hilly country, I heard faint strains of music. I hurried on in the darkness towards the faint melody. Ahead of me, in a small clearing, there was a huge fire buming. Around the fire sat gypsies: four battered wagons formed a large circle around them, as if to protect the gypsies from the dark night. As the violins and guitars played a lively tune, the younger men and women danced in a breathless mass of twirling reds, yellows, bright oranges, greens and blues. The music quickened and still they kept time with their bare feet. Their dark eyes shone. The brace- lets of the girls gleamed as they danced in their wide skirts. How I wished I could join their happy throng, roaming carefree through the country- side, singing and dancing. As I walked up the trail the next evening, I listened for the music but there was none. The gypsies had gone. Rosemary Bader THE wind blew the leaves of the wil- low tree in a soft and melodious tune. It seemed as though the insects of the ground were creaking and chanting a refrain of sorrow and joy, sorrow and joy. sorrow and joy. In the far off night the howl of a forest creature broke the rhythmic sounds. It was as if he knew what was to happen before the evening stars had fully appeared. The embers of the fire ceased to glow as the last faint sounds of life were heard' Erna Harmeyer 75 Stardust UPON descending from the long wind- ing stairs, I found myself standing in a dark and gloomy tomb. From all di- rections I could feel strange eyes look- ing at me. I stood near the edge of a weird pit which seemed to be endless as it stretched downward into the un- known darkness. In the distance I could hear strange rumbling noises that sounded like crashes of thunder. All of a sudden a horrifying monster with enormous eyes came charging out of the darkness. Its huge iron-like body glistened in the dim light as it roared towards me. Then it stopped, and a small opening appeared in its side. I entered the train and the doors closed behind me with a soft sliding noise. Robert Weiner .9 .. ,.,-,. 1.53: -1, . Signs 1 - .fa-Tu: '- ' . 1:1511-2.L' , - :0'--- Ff' 'X 925:--ag, f 1 'EHi f?liE5- ' ':.'-'ti f 5 - i' 'i 'vln1 '-. . -.-o,,. - 00,3 ., 7 rug? H f-fi. 'U A ' if T? 5, iff. L.jf'g 3 . ,. wr ,fp -1 3- 4 -. .ijqxl 2 f .Q,.'-.Z1:l- Q 'lfd f ' - -b u , Z.: ., 1.- z 4 -.fl if rj-A .D-1.1, 'mi ' h -355 A- if ,li Z, .H I, ,El 1 . , . . ,.. ., 'I .n 1 'Qu 6 1 1 4 - , QA' ?-', , 1 .- N ,..4.a ,P ' ' ' - nn. --. ' 5 '- . . -A, 'K -, G- l, '1 '. - - .gk ,' . , V --. . , -- . f sr. -A A f : I 'xl ,N 'I v- , . ' 1 ,gn ,f r ,I V 55: .1 ' U, 1. , :',:zi?5?ff7W' .,fj,-- ,..:q:'- L H' ,Ai- iv. - -1 senden Seoffdcm Seadafa Qgwwaafa The Camera Club presents .... Smm Dancing Seadaa dzmzdmm Payment Due Carol Astrow TO CELEBRATE her birthday. I took my sister Marilyn to New York to a movie and to dinner. After the theatre. we found ourselves in a small Chinese restaurant. The odor that greeted us was that of the rich blending of Chinese vege- tables. I made myself very comfortable and lingered over my menu. Mmmm, I said. Roast pork for two sounds good. Marilyn was thrilled as she had never had roast pork before. The dinner would cost a lot but it would be worth it. Iust to make sure that I would have sufficient carfare. I counted my money. To my complete surprise, I found that I had only enough money for one meal. Iust then a woman at a nearby table beckoned for Marilyn to go over to her. I watched Marilyn as she smiled and blushed and then came back to me with this news: That lady wants to treat us to lunch, Marilyn said. To verify the statement. the woman left her three companions and came to my table. Go ahead. she said as calmly as you please. I want you both to have your lunch. Order anything you want and enjoy it. Don't worry about the bi1l. Then she walked away. Marilyn just shrugged her shoulders. After folding and unfolding my handkerchief. I decided that all this was too preposterous. so I promenaded over to the woman's table. She was engaged in some sort of conversation and not quite knowing what was proper I declared curtly. My name is Louise. When the three companions looked at me questioningly. I smiled. I now addressed my benefactress, I hope this isn't some sort of joke because I don't have enough to pay the bill. Again she resassured me and sent me back. 77 -1 l N ,rf ,. www W?t ff-tif!!! fs M' sis., 32-'Hmm MQW?-' BQ was A . ' gs., , ,4y i,LN2. U .Q , if 2 fs s 5 , Q ..,. fj 42 is 1 '1 -8 ' ' I Sa , , ,D W R. V . xl Z '. fi-35' M '-gg' . .Nia , -X-gf o-17' ,.s fn , ,L-VQN-XJ N,-r 'X-, 6 Hfv-1 Kem pf-er .. After she had spoken, I watched the Women get up and leave their table without saying so much as . . . well, what was there to say? They walked to the cashier's cage and as I glanced anxiously at them from the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but grin. My benefactress was smartly clad in a Parisienne chapeau and she strutted along, a gleam in her eye. Her furs were draped over one shoulder and a pair of platforms adorned her feet. But heavens-was I seeing straight? Was that a white stocking on one leg and a black on one the other? Soon after they made their exit, Marilyn and I timidly approached the cashier. I stammered and was about to utter some sort of excuse to him as my face turned from red to redder. He beamed at me respectfully and said, Good day, Madame. Your check has been taken care of. First I looked aimlessly at the decorative walls. There were paintings of those very fancy pagodas done mostly in pink and green. The iuke box played a fluty tune which made the atmosphere, as far as I was concerned, entirely oriental. Then I took myself out of China as I had begun to fret. I don't know, Marilyn, I said, it looks legitimate but you had better make sure. I said this because the waiter had iust placed two bowls of soup under our noses. So Marilyn got up and strolled over to her table. By this time people were beginning to wonder about all the commotion. She returned once more and nodded her head. This final nod satisfied me and I moved forward with eagerness to empty my plate of soup which was now neither hot nor cold. In so doing, I managed to place my elbow into the soup and sent it dripping down to the floor. The dish plopped down after the soup and banged heavily a few times. My newly made acquaintance turned toward me and stared. All heads turned toward the miserable little bowl on the floor and they watched me as I bent to retrieve it. I looked at my friends as apologetically as I knew how but they just looked the other way. In spite of my sorrow, I heard the music change. This melody was serene. Marilyn, I said gravely as a tear found a place in my eye, tl1ey'll never pay for us now. 78 Padre Sam Joan Scanlon BILL CHAPMAN came back from the war with an entirely new outlook on life. He was the son of a wealthy southern planter and before going away had been an active member of a well-known hate group, who discriminated against men who were of a creed or color different from themselves. He had been hard and bitter, domineering and arrogant. But now he was back and he had changed. He no longer cared for or associated with his former friends. He greeted them cheerfully but refused to mix in their hate-breeding conver- sations. None of his former associates could understand the drastic change which had taken place in this man. They had known a hardbitten bigot, who had suddenly come back home a kindly, tolerant citizen, eager to help his fellow man and no questions asked. No, they couldn't understand him, but then they didn't know history. The pages of time turn backward and the year is 1944. The invasion of the islands in the Southwest Pacific is in full swing. Bill Chapman is in the army and the men in his outfit, their faces and hands blackened and their uniforms camouflaged, hit the beach in company with a battalion of Sea- bees. A decoy landing had been made on the other side of the island so that no resistance was met, the enemy having concentrated its power toward repelling the decoy landing. Both outfits advanced several miles inland with the object of building an airstrip. It was then that the enemy became aware of the constructing of the field. Bill Chapman was in a forward outpost foxhole and had barely time to give the alarm. The Iapanese swarmed through the jungle by the thousands, yelling, screaming, and shooting, overrunnlng the forward positions by sheer force of number, until Bill found himself surrounded by them. His light machine gun jumped and bucked as he frantically shot at man after man, but still they came on. He fought them off until his ammunition ran out. Then he drew his knife and waited for the end. Whatever else they could say about Bill Chapman, no one could say he lacked courage. Then charging directly at his foxhole came a group of men. lt seemed to him as if the whole enemy army had singled him out for destruction. Courageously he waited. Hope had ceased to exist and in its place had come a firm determination to fight to the death rather than be captured. 79 llllllllm Illlixl Nlxlx 'lil .m V es z -fi S ' -- -in ,,',:,,, ,,.., ,-4 .i '1'2 flarsni' I Suddenly the charging enemy staggered and wilted before his eyes and he gazed about to see what had caused this setback, hope again springing to life in his breast. It was then that he first saw Bob Crawford. There he was in jungle uniform, his face and hands blackened. A huge hulk of a man, he was holding his submachine gun as if it were a toy pistol, charging into the midst of the yelling, shrieking horde that was the enemy and shooting every one in sight until his gun, too, fell silent. He had run out of bullets. Suddenly it seemed that the enemy was swarming all over them. Valiantly the two men fought side by side, both receiving vicious bayonet wounds. Bill finally was stunned by a blow from a rifle butt, bleeding from half cr dozen wounds. Dazedly he watched the man shield him, swinging his gun and mowing down the enemy with great sweeps of his powerful arms. Dimly he watched the battle rage, one man against a score of the enemy. Even in his dazed condition, Bill marveled at the strength and endurance of this courageous man, as he flung the aggressors from him. Then when further human endurance seemed impossible, the enemy suddenly melted away. Through the jungle came the G.I.'s, sweeping the Iapanese before them. There they found the two men, bleeding from a dozen wounds. Bob, was standing guard over his wounded buddy. It was then after the strain and excitement was over, that Bill Chapman blacked out. When next he regained consciousness he was lying in a hospital. It was here he met Padre Sam. His first sight was of the Padre bending over him and looking anxiously into his eyes and the smile of relief that came over the Padre's face as he saw consciousness return to his patient. Then he saw the big man lying in the bed next to him. He stared in amazement at his savior for several minutes and then smiled. During his stay in the hospital he became more and more attached to Bob and the Padre. There was the giant. always cheerful and smiling, although he, like Bill, himself, couldn't move his -arms for weeks because of his wounds. It was during this time that they both grew to know and love Padre Sam. That's what everyone in the hispital called him and he seemed to welcome the name as an honor in spite of his real calling. It was Padre Sam who lit their cigarettes and held them while they smoked, wrote their mail. fed them, lived among them. He read to them, chatted with them and joked with them. He spoke of things strange to Bill, such as love of God and fellowman, repaying good for evil and other things which set Bill to thinking. In due time both were discharged from the hospital and with deep sorrow and regret bid goodbye to Padre Sam. The Padre's eyes were dimmed with tears as he watched them go and he softly murmured: God bless you and keep you, my sons. Well, the war is over now and Bill Chapman is back, a changed man. Bob Crawford is his foreman on the plantation and many a time Bill looks at Bob and thanks Almighty God for having given the biggest men the big- gest hearts and gentlest natures. What has all this to do with changing Bill's outlook on life? Well, nothing, except that each night Bill Chapman prays that more men like he had been, would get to know white folks like Padre Sam and Big Bob Crawford, because Padre Sam is a Iewish Rabbi and Bob Crawford is a Negro. 80 Dilemma Gloria Cosgrove IT WAS two a.m. in the very re- spectable neighborhood of Larrying- ton Square and in the equally re- spectable home of Lillian and Harry Baker. It was normally quiet in the house as would be expected at that hour for certainly it was not the time for an alarm clock to disturb the elo- quent tranquility. However, the Bak- ers' newly born offspring, with little respect for time or the peaceful sur- roundings, proceeded to use to his own advantage his already well exer- cised lungs. His parents, on the other hand, had not as yet reconciled them- selves to this regular nightly ritual. The proceedings that followed consisted of a series of semi-conscious requests for each other to rise. They had agreed the night before to take turns but ap- parently neither one now remembered nor cared to remember just whose turn it was. Finally, due largely to the ab- solute refusal of their human alarm clock to cease its incessant crying, they both sleepily departed from their beds. Lillian fumbled desperately for her slippers while her not too ambitious spouse sought the light switch. The room had recently been rearranged to provide space for the baby's crib and most of the furniture was at that mo- ment very inconsiderately getting in Mr. Baker's way. After a number of un- successful attempts to dodge the furni- ture that so rudely persisted in bump- ing into him, he finally reached the 81 kitchen and the refrigerator. There he indulged in the task of securing a bot- tle. During this process there occurred a few detours and since they were quite deliberate they resulted in the devouring of a turkey drumstick. a sour pickle, and a glass of milk. Hav- ing completed her duty as manager of the diaper department, Mrs. Baker in- quired as to the progress being made with the formula. The reply from her conscientious husband revealed the fact that their little darling had had the last bottle at his 6 o'clock feeding. The production line was then held up for a time while the two made a rather poor imitation of a pair of scientists as they tackled the intricate problem of sterilizing nipples, bottles and other utensils. Meanwhile, their small son, who by no means had inherited the virtue of patience, was loudly pro- claiming his displeasure about the de- lay. Finally, after the concoction had been thoroughly mixed, cooled and prepared, a portion of it was put into a bottle. At the presentation of the milk which served as fuel for the tiny engine, the noise subsided except for a contented gurgle now and then. Lil- lian and Harry congratulated them- selves on their overwhelming victory. As they once more sleepily reclined, Mr. Baker stated that he hoped his son would fully appreciate their work and firmly declared that he was deter- mined to adequately describe to him the colorful little pair of green horns that he had in his infancy. He was im- mediately reprimanded by his wife for this unkind accusation and reminded that their child was often the possessor of a lustrous halo. Mr. Baker seriously considered the lustrous quality of his son's halo as he looked forward to the next episode of baby feeding. 42511. A R11-N .lNVf ivs.:? ., . ' ' ' uw' 152 zf' iff 'if Q21 ,, :I ,Ji milf! 15' jg is 9- 1: .5 f sa Q... 1 -. if r .if i f 5 1 'S 2' ff' .1 I 5 5 li di- g f:,2i?? , l 1575 Y, L 5-j '5,.-1 ni e Wy' jfs ig n.. .1 1. X I ., .Z rf i t or f + X N y , U ELIIAH HAWKSHARP is a small man with a pinched nose and large framed glasses. He cuts quite a figure as he strides along in his great-coat, scarf rippling in the breeze. Not many people know Elijah is the man who really won the Revolutionary War at Valley Forge. For instance, who do you think saw the trails of blood the soldiers left as they walked across the snow? He got a brilliant idea and started to sell them Band-Aides. He made a small fortune selling them to the foot-sore soldiers. It wasn't his fault someone had strewn broken pop bottles all over. Who was it that sold Washington and his officers their long winter under- wear? Right again-it was Elijah. When Washington wanted to cross the Delaware and attack the Hessians at Trenton, he couldn't find any boats for fifteen miles either way. up or down the Delaware. He was just about to give up the plan when. out of the dark- ness came Elijah Hawksharp. towing a long line of leaky barges. He sold them to the army for twenty five dollars each. Again he made a fortune. At the battle of Brooklyn Heights people have tried to figure out why General Howe stopped and let the Con- tinental troops slip to Manhattan under cover of darkness. Well. I've unearthed the true facts and this is what hap- pened. Elijah saw the American troops were retreating and he decided to help Hawksharp Wayne Finch out. He stopped the British by selling them souvenirs. Pots, pans. postcards. and rabbits' feet for good luck. Cut rate prices today only. Howe had to stop. His men were too busy buying sou- venirs to send home. Elijah had scored again! At the beginning of the war. Elijah sold General Gage and his staff a small book entitled Street Guide to Boston and Suburb. It wasn't his fault that Prescott got his hills mixed up. Of course Elijah admitted. The fine print at the bottom of them maps may have been extra small. but I'll bet the gen- eral didn't have his glasses on. You remember the charge that Mad Anthony Wayne made up the hill at Stony Point. Mad Anthony had to charge up that hill because Elijah was right behind him waving a fist full of l.O.U.s signed by Mad Tony. After Stony Point was captured Gen. Wayne paid off his debt to Elijah. He knew darn well that if Elijah didn't have those l.O.U.s he would have lost the battle. Yes. I can see Elijah now that the war is over. A bit sad-faced perhaps, be- cause there are no more profits to be had for a man of his capabilities. But anywhere in the pages of history where there was a fight for liberty. and easy money was to be had. you can find Elijah Hawksharp. 82 Backyard Romance Ruth Blaut COULD say that when I saw romance beginning to bud in my garden, I did my best to cultivate it and help it to grow and blossom into a truly great love. But this was not so. Let me tell you the story, just as it happened. This is primarily a story of boy meets girl, and love at first sight. It all began one day when Babs was taking her daily stroll around the block. As she ambled along, not looking where she was going, she bumped into Tommy. As they looked into each others eyes a thrill tingled up and down their re- spective spines, causing them to brighten up considerably. Both knew immediately that this was love. CDO not be hasty and call it puppy love, for you will soon see that this simply could not be.l After looking deep into each others eyes for a few minutes, Babs pulled her eyes away from Tom- my's gaze, and, with that feline instinct of wanting to be followed, began to saunter slowly down the street. Tom- my followed her, as though he wished 83 to guard her, and, at the same time, ward off any competitors for Babs af- fection. Babs paid Tommy no further attention. When she reached her home, she went into the house without so much as a backward glance. But Tommy was not one to be daunted. He waited patiently in the garden behind Babs' house every day. He walked discreetly a few feet behind Babs whenever she took her daily walk. I realized that things coud not go on this way much longer, for I saw that Tommy was getting desperate. He had begun to serenade Babs at night. He would stand in the garden beneath Babs wind ow and sing what he thought were beautiful and endearing melodies of love. The neighbors suf- fered his singing for a few nights, but soon began to shout at him, and as a last resort, threw things. Tommy, how- ever, was not one to be stopped by a mere thing as this. He continued his musical entertainment night after night, and followed Babs day after day. I then noticed that Tommy's charm seemed irresistible to Babs and she was succumbing to it. Finally, in des- peration, I opened my window, picked up a handy, heavy object, and threw it in the general direction of the sour serenader. I must have hit him, for Tommy the cat let out one final yowl and then turned and fled. Now when- ever Babs hears a far-off cry she looks at me reproachfully, as though blaming me for breaking up her beautiful back- yard romance. 3 64And Gladly Teachl' Sara Weis ON MAY 5th, 1930. twenty years ago. a group of eager men and women set out on a new adventure. They weren't going to make a fortune. or build a city. but rather to organize a new school. Among this group was Miss Laws. who has spent the last twenty years in her capacity as teacher of Mathe- matics, Chairman of the Grade Advisors and Faculty Advisor to the Alumni Association. Her earnest efforts have been instrumental in helping Adams to become one of the finest schools in Queens. When I spoke to Miss Laws she seemed a trifle nostalgic, reminiscing about unforgettable events such as Adams' first prom. It seems that in those days fbefore we'd gotten so stylishl proms were held in the gymnasium with the students and faculty decorating the hall in the afternoon and then returning that evening for the gala affair. Miss Laws admitted that it was a lot of work but was well worth the effort because it promoted that wonderful feeling of friendship that there is at Adams between student and faculty. When one looks back upon the years. he remembers certain things. One of these memories for Miss Laws is the impressive ceremony held on D Day. The entire student body assembled on the lawn to hear the speeches and poems which were delivered, with the steps as a rostrum. The culmina- tion of the program was the donation of two ambulances to the Red Cross. in the name of our school. Later, in England, a soldier was taken to the hospital in one of these ambulances. and it was later discovered that he was an alumnus of Iohn Adams. He must certainly have been pleased to have solid proof that the folks back home hadn't forgotten. The Alumni Association cannot be overlooked when one talks to Miss Laws because it has been one of her pet projects since the very beginning. The Alumni members have always been willing to help the remaining students. Through the years Miss Laws has expended a great deal of effort trying to guide the Seniors so that they will procure the best iob or choose the right school. Her untiring efforts during regents week when she makes sure that the names on all the diplomas are spelled correctly and that all the awards are in order, is certainly a difficult job well done. The New York City School System can well be proud of men and women like Miss Laws who have devoted their lives to help mold the character of the young people of our city. Our debt of gratitude can best be paid by making our lives living examples of their success. 84 His Father's Son Joan Burnos DANNY watched the sun slowly creep- ing across the sky: the sun, awaken- ing the heat and the smell of the jun- gle: the odor of the animals, the thick tangled bushes. But yet, he welcomed it, because it brought the daylight. As he walked back to the grass hut, the continuous throbbing of the native drums didn't sound close. The trees were less weird than they had ap- peared during the night. and noises of the jungle were not as loud. Danny ran into the hut, the cool atmosphere was a welcome relief from the soaring temperatures of the early morning. He seated himself at the table and ate the breakfast his father had made. His father was one of the wor1d's renowned hunters. Danny wanted to be just like his dad. Today would be the last day of the hunting trip, and he was glad, to be going back to the states. He gulped down the very last of his coffee, and grabbed his rifle and went down to join his father and the native boys. The little expedition trudged deeper into the jungle. The heat of the day caused steady streams of perspiration to flow down their faces and down the backs of their necks. The collars of their shirts were as wet as the jungle in the rainy season. When they reached a certain spot the natives re- fused to go any further. Danny asked one of the boys why. We go in panth- er country now, natives 'fraid of panth- 85 ers. no go, go back. Danny's father let the natives retum to the camp. He wandered further from his father. off into the very heart of the panther country. As the day grew hotter, he tried to find his way back to his fath- er, but it was to no avail. He was lost, lost within the wilds of a haunting jungle. Suddenly. he heard a rustle in the bushes. He aimed at the spot where the noise came from, and out scampered a little monkey. Hi, fella. You lost too? The monkey chattered and ran on, waving his long tail from side to side. He heard another movement in the bushes. He turned, expecting to see an- other monkey. But there staring at him with incredibly huge eyes was a pan- ther. Danny stood there frozen, the sparkling droplets of perspiration trickl- ing down his face. His pulse rose with every beat of his heart. He raised the gun slowly, aiming carefully, his muscles aching from the tension. The animal leaped forward, grasp- ing Danny by the throat. The jungle rocked-rocked with the ear-piercing echo of Danny's scream and the roar- ing contentment of the hungry animal. The birds twittered the message of the conquest-the conquest of beast over man. And then the jungle became quiet, paying tribute to the victor. The shadows grew deeper and the hot sun slowly descended below the horizon. Alumni Column Peggy Carin UNLIKE Clementine the former stu- dents of Iohn Adams High School are not lost and gone forever. Those who were here when Mickey Hannon thrilled the fans with his spectacular work on the court, will be glad to hear that he is doing the same fine job on the Iunior Varsity of Seton Hall, a team which has won 38 of the 39 games which they have played. Mickey was voted the most valuable player of the year in the Hackensack tournament. A total of 666 points in 39 games has been scored by him, and along with this, Mickey broke all Iunior Varsity records at Seton Hall. Not being a one sport man. he will play baseball with the O'Donnell Movers, a good prospect, this summer. Good luck on the varsity next term, Mickey, and when you get your degree to teach Health Educa- tion, don't forget to come back here. Another member of the Hannon family gaining fast in the sports world, is Ierry, Mickey's twin. Ierry won an athletic scholarship to Saint Francis Prep. Catherine La Cicero, a student at Saint Ioseph's College, is waiting for the day when she'll be Mrs. William Isaacs. Bill is working for his C. P. A. Bernard Madon, an old Adamsite is studying Asiatic Foreign Trade in City College. Among his other activities at Adams he was President of the Chess Club and Vice-President of the Iudean Club. Bernie's sister, Suzanne, who studied Home Economics at the New York University, was the Assistant Head Dietician At Orbachs. Suzanne is now Mrs. Klein. Billy Codrington, a regular Campus man, is now wearing those bell bot- tom trousers and coat of Navy blue. Edith Simmons, former G. O. Secre- tary, is boasting about that beautiful tan she got down in the Virgin Islands. Edith received the trip for a birthday gift. Lucky girl! The former Virginia Ryan, now Mrs. Offer, is the proud mother of two little children, a boy and a girl. An- other Virginia, this time, Mrs. Lloyd, formerly Ginny Van Sise, is boasting about her beautiful boy, Peter. The Queens College cheers are louder and longer these days. Pretty Gloria Rivero is out there, giving them her all. She must be doing fine from the sound of things. Along with her, at Queens, are Dave Goodman and Fran- ces Cegallo. Frances, is engaged to a New York University man. With the former Adams' students at Queens is Sonia Boloton, once active on the Cam- pus, who was recently inducted into a sorority. Of course the Campus isn't the only one producing wonderful material, Byron Lewis of the Clipper who is attending Long Island University had an article accepted in L. I. U.'s maga- zine. fOnly natural for a Clipper man isn't it?l Good lucky to all those who have passed under the owl for the last time and don't forget that you are always welcome home. 86 I often see Celia though no one else does. I go with her to parties and to the opera. to concerts and balls. Yet no one sees or hears us. When we return to the house the place seems to be wel- coming us, the walls echoing with our laughter. This house has been more than my home. It has been my only confident, sharing all my worries and enjoying my happiness through the years. These dark grey walls could tell the story better than I and the old dusty furniture holds more secrets and adventures than the most exciting novel ever written. Though I have peace and contentment here: I know I will soon have to leave. This time, when I do. I shall never return and my house will be left to the care of thoughtless villagers. Each time I see Celia I know my time is almost here. The time when Celia 87 Reign of Dreams Anne Marie Bruno and I will be together. forever. Celia, Celia darling, I'm coming . . . I'm coming. TO SOME, the house meant a place of story and legend, and to others it was known as an eye sore. To the children it was a haunted house filled with spooks. But to me. Ionathan Daily, it meant more: it meant a place of peace and contentment. for this was my birth- place and my home for almost 86 years. My faded brocades, my graceful spiral stairs. and my huge open fire- place are objects of constant ridicule and mocking of the villagers, but to me they mean my life and happiness. I don't mind the mockery, it doesn't bother me. It doesn't bother my Celia either, my beautiful eternally lovely Celia. I can see her coming down the stairs now, jonathan I hear her call- ing, jonathan dear, I didn't know you were home. How was business today? Did you see Mr. Rogers? Business didn't fare well and I was cold and tired. But as I looked up into Celia's smiling face I felt as though I had been the most successful man in the world. Celia dear. I reached out to her just as she vanished. THE TIME has finally presented itself for me to express my opinions of women's fashions. After all the fash- ion columns I have written. my own opinions can be revealed now since this will probably be the last fashion column I will write. If I seem too vehe- ment in my criticisms please try to understand. Women's fashions are as much of a humbug to me today, as Colombus' conviction that the world was round was in his day. My main objection to them is the fact that they keep chang- ing drastically. Pity the poor husband, the breadwinner of the family, whose wife likes to keep in style. Every time skirt styles go up or down, does he dig down deep! An annoying factor is that over a period of many years styles do change, but are virtually re- miniscent of styles of days supposedly gone forever. This past spring served as an ex- cellent example of the foolish names attached to the current fashion. A typical advertisement for misses and women's clothing would depict an ex- tremely sophisticated model, arranged in the most unnatural and uncomfort- able position, wearing a snugly fitting suit. Beneath the picture appears the caption, lust for you! The Little Boy Look. I find it difficult to visualize a sophisticated and false looking model looking little boyish. Fashion Isle Arlene Randel Another thing I find reason to cri- ticize is color. Each season it seems, a new color is born, but actually a color is given a different adiective for va- riety. Examples of this are mandarin red, flamingo red, skipper blue, hunter green, etc. Why not leave the color as it is: the adjective doesn't help any. After all my rebuffs to fashions, I have suggestions to offer to remedy them. Clothes would be far more utili- tarian and designed for the purpose of suiting the individual not emptying his purse. Shoes should serve their in- tended purpose of supporting and cov- ering the feet: instead we see a strap here, a strap there and a sole and a tremendous heel. Hats are meant to cover the head instead they are strict- ly ornamnetal and a possible lucrative career for ingenious people. Despite what may be said against fashions, the whole fashion industry must continue to function to cater to millions of hopeful Duchesses of Wind- sor. But like all women I vainly suc- cumb to the convention I consider the most unnecessary . . . 88 The Valedictory Sara Weis ALL WAS still and quiet on that warm Iune night as I listened to my youngest sister reciting the valedictory address. I-Iearing those young and eager words made me think of my own commence- ment. The years had cast a shadow over that period of my life, until the image of a rather pretty European girl flashed before my eyes. I seemed to remember those little golden earrings that she wore. This was probably be- cause they were so typical of Euro- peans in those days. Marcia, was her name. Slowly I drifted back into the past and the events of my last term flashed before me. Everyone knew that I would be the valedictorian because of my excellent record and then one day a new girl arrived. Her arrival was unobtrusive and after taking stock of her unfashion- able dark dress, low-heeled shoes and cotton stockings, we ignored her. She was rather quiet and it was not until some weeks later that we learned that she had come from Europe a few years before. Her accent was barely noticeable as is the case with many people who come here. We were still very young and felt that if someone didn't wear the kind of clothes that we wore and say the 89 things that we said, they weren't good enough for our set. One day several weeks later we were asked to write a theme about what America meant to us. We all tumed in rather mediocre work and promptly forgot about it. The next day our teacher read Marcia's theme for us and we were all deeply moved. I decided to get to know her better and asked her to have lunch with me. During the meal she told me how they had come to this country when she was fourteen. It seems that she had been put in the sixth grade temporarily. Impressed by her superior intelligence. her teachers advanced her and she soon found her way into high school. Here, too, she was successful and now at seventeen was being graduated from high school. The last term flew swiftly and soon it was the day before commencement. Our principal announced that the award winners would be announced later and there was a general feeling of excitement. When the time came I was sure that I would be named valedictorian, but to my dismay I heard Marcia's name being called. The first shock wore off quickly but the resent- ment that I felt could not be shaken so easily. I could not bring myself to congratulate her and the words of my friends that I had deserved it, did not help. The applause called me back to the present and I saw my sister sitting down. Suddenly I was flooded with a feeling of freedom that I could never tell anyone about. I acknowledged, for the first time, that Marcia had won fairly and that she not I had deserved the honors. As I rose to congratulate my sister I was truly happy in the re- alization that I was mature not only in years but in thought. Uncut Hedges Ruth Udelsman I WALKED down the street, past the row of houses I had seen hundreds of times. It was the type of day that makes people look at familiar obiects, and wonder if they haven't been brightened or polished in some way. I walked up the brick steps and glanced instinctively at the patch of earth we urban dwellers call a garden. It looked different. The iris bulbs we had planted last year had already pushed their sprouts above the sur- face. and the lilies-of-the-valley were popping up like little toy soldiers. It was Spring-the kind of Spring I had been spending in this house almost all my life. I turned to look at the garden next door. This too, showed change, but not the change I had seen every previous Spring. Hyacinths bloomed in uneven rows. Weeds had invaded the flower bed, and the grass grew untamed. I glanced at the hedges, and saw that the tops had grown noticeably and were already beginning to bloom. Somehow this whole picture: the overgrown hedges . . . the wild grass . . . the uncultivated flowers . . . just didn't seem to be part of the garden next door, which I had known for so long to be a perfect example of me- ticulous gardening. Standing there, I couldn't help comparing the garden before my eyes to the one of last Spring, still so vivid in my mind. I thought of a man, a transplanted farmer, who would putter in that gar- den during his leisure moments, pulling up any weed that dared to show itself, or loosening the soil around his tulips, hyacinths and zinnias. I wondered if even the people passing by, who had looked on admiringly, had sensed his love for growing beautiful things, as well as his desire to give his meager allotment of city earth at least a faint touch of the open country which he had known in his youth. Certainly those who knew him, realized it. Even his dog, who held an equally promi- nent place in his master's heart, would wait patiently for his walk while the man worked with his hoe and trowel. My thoughts passed on to the events of early autumn. The garden next door would bloom again, with the peonies and chrysanthemums, typical of the season. Yet, the person to whom they gave the most pleasure was not able to see them growing this year, but they were cut and put into a vase of water. His bedroom window faced a brick wall with a little strip of sky in view through which he could guess at the weather and time, as he lived out the last days of his life. The shrill noise of a car horn startled me. My hand was still in the pocket I was rummaging through for my key. I found it, and fitted it into the key- hole. As I turned the key, I looked back again, over the flowers and the un- kempt patch of grass. Then, slowly, I turned away and closed the door be- hind me. 90 THE ROOM had an indefinite qual- ity about it. The massive armchair occupied an important position near the fireplace. Facing it was a deli- cate rocker. Its maple tint contrasted greatly with the mahogany of the arm- chair. The rug was a rich, deep color, thick enough to make you want to walk on it with bare feet. But the wallpaper was gay, bright. The tiny figures flit- ting about on it seemed to be mocking the somberness of the rug. As the heavy door opposite the fireplace creaked the slightest bit and swung open widely, two feet in high heels stepped slowly in. Hesitant steps be- came surer as they neared the middle of the room. There was no noise, for the girl walked lightly. She faced the fireplace and would have gone toward it, but the door suddenly banged shut. She quickly turned around. The sharp wind was pushing the curtains in and out of the open windows rhythmically, while the rain poured in. The pages of an open-.book fluttered wildly, turning over and over. She listened .to the storm for an instant and. then ran to the windows and shut.them. The cur- tains stopped their swaying and hung limply against the gay wallpaper. One page of the book rocked from side to side and quickly fell over. The rug was a darker color where the rain had fallen on it. She peered through the window, frowned a bit, and almost thought she could see someone walking down the path. But the rain was so heavy, it was impossible to see past the tree that looked grotesque in the dim dusk. She shivered a little and realized that her coat was quite wet. She took it off and glanced at the watch on her arm. Eight-thirty. Soon, s o m e o n e would come. If only the rain would stop. She 91 Romance Rita Reinheimer looked out the window once again, and seeing no one, sat on the rocker. It creaked loudly in the still room. She wished her coat were dry so she could wrap it about her shoulders. Soon, she hoped. Time seemed to skip over every other minute and soon she was sitting in a dark room. She reached for her coat, now almost dry. She shut her eyes to keep out the weird objects that lunged at her. Soon, she dreamed. Hearing something, she opened ,hier eyes. The wind was brushing the overhanging branches against the win- dows. Back and forth they swayed and back and forth the rocker creaked in the same rhythm, a queer, monotonous rhythm. She stopped. Now, the leaves rustled only the slightest bit and the branches barely touched the windows. She leaned forward in the rocker. Surely that was someone walking up the path. She listened eagerly for foot- steps. but falling rain made the only sound. Again she shut her eyes. Soon, she prayed. The rain had almost stopped. The room was quiet for a time. Then the heavy door creaked. 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