John Burroughs Middle School - Burr Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

Text from Pages 1 - 68 of the 1943 volume:

J. Welch DEDICATION We, the youth of today, the men and women of tomorrow, with courage in our hearts, and ideals in our minds, promise to our fighting men all over the world that Abraham Lincoln ' s undying words that these dead shall not have died in vain; that this government, under God, shall see a new birth of freedom; and that government of the people, by the people, and for the people shall not perish from the earth shall take on a greater meaning than ever before, and that they shall rise to un- equaled new significance. — By Andre Previn. JOHN BURROUGHS JUNIOR HIGH SCHOOL 600 SOUTH McCADDEN PLACE LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA FORWARD By SHERWOOD FEINBERG With eyes turned toward a future world free from the hardships of war, the pens of fledg- ling writers have composed this volume dedi- cated to Peace and a Better World. The task of insuring a finer globe in which to live will fall upon the shoulders of today ' s juveniles, tomorrow ' s men. (These writings are reflec- tions upon the life of today ' s schoolboys.) The post-war world is only a dream at present, but with the sincere effort of students, teachers, and all the people of our nation, the job shall not be difficult. To be sure, there will be setbacks on many fighting fronts, but true Americans have never failed, and with the grace of God they shall fight through to victory again. MR. ROBERT A. THOMPSON By JOHN MESTAKIDIS Modesty being one of the chief character- istics of our principal, Mr. Thomps on, it is not an easy task for one of his pupils to set down in type a true impression of his worth, without making him feel just a bit uncomfortable. Picture yourself in charge of an institution of 1700 boys and girls, burdened with the administrative cares which such a responsibil- ity carries. Would you be able to understand the ability and limitations of all your charges? Mr. Thompson is known as the admirer of the brilliant student, and the friend of the boy or girl who may not be doing so well. Our principal may not become acquainted with the student in his first year at J.B., but before his stay is up at Johnny Burro, he will carry in the recesses of his busy mind the accom- plishment and failures of each one of his charges. Those who have enjoyed the privilege of friendly discourse with Mr. Thompson realize what he is and for what he stands. He pos- sesses a personality which, coupled with an understanding of young people and their problems, has succeeded in bring about that feeling of respect and friendship which the students of John Burroughs have toward him. One of Mr. Robert Thompson ' s outstanding characteristics is his apparent faculty for re- membering only the best in everyone and forgetting all else. To a man less able, the daily duties of Mr. Thompson would be staggering. But, Mr. Thompson ' s presence is John Burroughs ' gain and his administration presages a scholarship record in our school which bids fair to be appreciated at the institutions of higher learn- ing, where the junior high school is depended upon to furnish solid foundation for advanced studies of its graduates. PAGE FOUR MISS THERESA BALLER By LOIS SCHRADER MR. C. EVAN ENGBERG By MARTIN WEINBERGER This year Miss Bailer has had more respon- sibility than she has ever had before. She has been very busy with the War Savings Stamps, as she is in charge of the money and distribu- tion of the Stamps to the teachers. Yet, she still has found time to be the friend of all the girls of John Burroughs. Her office still has that I ' m glad to see you appearance. Miss Bailer has been at John Burroughs for five years as girls ' vice principal. She is very interested in Girls ' League, the P.T.A., and any other affair that concerns mothers and their daughters. The girls of John Burroughs would certainly be at a loss without the help- ful guidance of their vice principal, Miss Bailer. Without a doubt, the office of the Burroughs ' Boys ' Vice Principal is the most frequently visited talking over place on the campus, although, as many assert, it is not a favorite camping ground for characters that are on the spot. Despite these unhappy formalities of school life, Mr. Engberg can boost many a friend since his arrival at the home of Johnny Burro three semesters ago. Mr. Engberg has seen service in a church choir, plus soothing the ears of Burrough- sonians with his melodic singing organs. The Boys ' Council, although but few realize it, owes its many innovations and treats to Mr. Engberg, who, with the cooperation of the Council officers, has tried to bring the male populace the cream of the crop at the frequent assembly calls. PAGE FIVE JOURNALISM CLASS BURR AT CLASS BURR PRINTERS PAGE SIX BURR STAFF Editorial Editor-in-chief John Mestakidis Organizations Phyllis Mitno, Marcia Sher Literary Lois Schrader, Harold Gerry A9 Section Barbara Cotner, June Rosenburg Girls ' Sports Lorelle Winston, Joan Rosenburg Boys ' Sports Jimmie Appell, Donald Rosenthal Proof Reader Theresa Fagan Far and Near Staff Co-Editors Sherwood Feinberg, Andre Previn Editorial Page Beatrice Weiler, Gene Wohlberg Girls ' League Barbara Cotner, June Rosenburg Boys ' Sports Martin Weinberger, John Mestakidis Exchange Jean Buchanan, Judith Ramstead Proof Reader Gloria Levenson Girls ' Sports Laura Lee Reisland, Lois Schrader Art Staff Cover Design Ronald Wolf Art Editors Philip Adams, Kathleen Holser, Nevin Hough, Jane Welch, Claire Levenson, Lyla Lou Fries Assistants Sarelyn Border, Shirley Davis, Paul Etter, Eliza- beth Gibbons, Claire Spreckels, Dorothy Ward Burr Printers Make-up Foremen. Printers Don Carter, Paul Mandelkern . Walter Davis, Eugene Kapetansky, John Norris, Rod Leftwich, Arnold Stubbs, Marshall Pearlman, Bob Blaylock, Bob Mintz, Phil Saltzman, Anton Hill, Werner Marx, Jim Huntley, Harvey Horwich, Willard Horwich, Bob Trogman, Bob Levie PAGE SEVEN STUDENT BODY OFFICERS President Sherwood Feinberg Vice Presidents Jenny Rand — Dick Oakley- Secretary Virginia Nelson FAREWELL The words of Kenny Weitherly are still re- sounding in my ears. Thank you, sonny, I know you ' ll make a swell president, and the excited feeling that I had before stepping up to the mike on the occasion of my first assembly still remains with me. I never shall forget the thrill of victory and defeat on the J. B. athletic field and the roar that surged from the overflowing stands when a goal was scored, or the cries of disapproval at a dubious decision. And now, it seems rather unbelievable, but the time has come to say goodbye. The time to bid farewell to the John Burroughs halls, the field, the gym; the whole sphere of democ- racy that revolves about our tiny city. So goodbye, John Burroughs and Dominus Vo- biscum, may the Lord be with you. Sherwood Feinberg. FAREWELL By JENNY RAND While I am happy to go on to High School with my class and make new friends, it is with regret that I leave John Burroughs and have only its memories. I am happy to know that I have served John Burroughs as President of Girls ' League. Miss Bailer, Joanne, Sue, and the Cabinet have been wonderful and have helped me more than I can say. I know that the three years I have spent at John Burroughs will always be among my most cherished memories. PAGE EIGHT BOARD OF CONTROL MEMBERS Peter Sargent Armand Fullerton Bob Novick Sherwood Feinberg Larry Bub Carl Sperry Dick Oakley BOYS ' COURT By MARTIN WEINBERGER Set up in order to bring law and order to the Burroughs campus, the Boys ' Court has dealt with many a case during its long sojourn at J.B. Selected by popular vote of all Senior A-B boys, Peter Sargent, B9; Sherwood Feinberg, A9; and Armand Fullerton, A9, have dealt with all cases presented, in a way that has brought no groans when sentences were passed. Boys ' Council The Boys ' Council, representatives of the Burroughs ' boy, has done its share toward the complete success and cooperation of all J.B. drives, and promoted the real school spirit from one end of the school to the other. Com- posed of boys from every homeroom, Dick Oakley, Larry Bub, and Carl Sperry have taken the group in tow, and with Mr. Eng- berg ' s aid, made a real Boys ' Council. BOYS ' DEPUTIES PAGE NINE GIRLS ' OFFICERS AND COURT GOOD LUCK, ALWAYS By JOANNE FAGERBURG It ' s been loads of fun being your officer, although the time has gone so quickly I have hardly had a chance to start. I hate to say goodbye, but that is the way it must be. So, I wish Good Luck to each one of you, not only through J.B., but always. FAREWELL By SUE ROBINSON My three years at John Burroughs I know will be three years I will never forget. The friends I have made, the enjoyment I have received, and the knowledge I have acquired all help to make this so. This past term has been a perfect ending to a wonderful time. PAGE TEN GIRLS ' LEAGUE CABINET GIRLS ' LEAGUE COUNCIL BEST WISHES Summer ' 43 Girls ' League Officers and Cab- inet members have carried their responsibil- ities in a friendly and efficient manner. They have willingly assumed extra duties brought on by war-time conditions, maintained good scholarship records, and, above all, have been outstanding in the constructive attitude and character traits that make for good citizenship. We are proud to send the A9 members of the group to Senior High School. Our best wishes for success and happiness go with you. Cordially yours, THERESA E. BALLER STUDENT CONGRESS PAGE ELEVEN JUNIOR CIVICS CLUB N SENIOR CIVICS CLUB HOSPITALITY CLUB PAGE TWELVE m 4 k .tT ft ' mmm mil p ip% 1 ' I r K 7Z .,4 f . -«fts«i  «■ ■ PHILHARMONIC CLUB PAGE THIRTEEN SENIOR SAFETY JUNIOR SAFETY 100°o PUBLICATIONS PAGE FOURTEEN OFFICE HELPERS SECRETARIAL CLASS THHIFT COMMITTEE PAGE FIFTEEN SENIOR ORCHESTRA IUNIOR ORCHESTRA =■ ■■■1 K5 m  c 3 I i BAND PAGE SIXTEEN SENIOR GIRLS ' GLEE BOYS ' GLEE JUNIOR GIRLS ' GLEE PAGE SEVENTEEN LIBRARY HELPERS STAMP CLUB CAMERA CLUB J.B. ' s MANY CLUBS By MARILYN SEGAL J.B. has clubs many — take your pick. You can join any. Let me tell you of a few, And about the work they do. The Civics Club meets Monday nights, And practices the Bill of Rights. The Camera Club is often seen Taking pictures on the green. The Philharmonic Club does talk About Beethoven, Brahms, and Bach. Now I ' ve told you of a few — If you want to join one — it ' s up to you. PAGE EIGHTEEN t  •-? PAGE NINETEEN SACRIFICE By NORMAN ROBERTS We are doing without many things now. We are doing with less canned goods, less shoes, less of everything. When we do without coffee, we release a ship to bring guns to Johnny Doughboy in Africa. Most of us are willing to help our country and allies in this way. We are glad to sacri- fice for the winning of the war. But is it sacri- fice? Would not trade be a better word? Let us consider the inconvenience of turn- ing off the lights when leaving a room, a trade for the electricity to form a bullet and doing without sugar, a trade for the pawder to speed that bullet to a Jap ' s heart. Is not the destruction of one of our enemy worth this small sacrifice? But this is not the end, for his death brings victory closer, and we may trade victory for our Peace and a Better World. Y foi-v- v . Infill MY FIRST PLAY By TED SACKETT The curtain opens and I ' m so scared I feel as though it was all a bad dream. I go out on the stage and start my lines. My knees act as though they were jelly. I don ' t know what I ' m saying, the words just come out. My head begins to spin and it seems as though I can ' t see very well. I say something and hear Don Carter laugh, and I feel all the worse. As I ' m looking into a mirror, which is part of the play, I can ' t remember what comes next. At the last moment I remember and I feel as though I had done a great thing. Then the thing I have been fearing happens. I forget my lines. My face begins to burn as I feel the horror of ruining the play and making a fool out of myself. It ' s the feeling of falling through space and not being able to do any- thing about it. Then the girl I ' m talking to whispers my lines to me. I think she ' s wrong but take the chance and say them. She was right, and at the end of the play I am very happy because everything went all right. I REGRET By PAT McCASSY It ' s a funny thing as spirit goes; It has many friends and many foes, And deep inside me I can tell, That I have done not half so well As those before me served and gave All they could to help and save The good fine spirit of old J. B., That will always be so dear to me. -■• PAGE TWENTY MY FRIEND ACROSS THE SEA By CONNIE CRONK I know a boy in the Navy blue Who ' s far across the sea. He may not yet be a hero to you, But he is a hero to me. For I knew him when he went to school, Full of pranks and loads of fun, Joking and clowning with the rest, And now he is firing a battleship ' s gun, For he answered the call When there was the need; From his steadfastness Let us take heed. He ' s doing his job And the going is tough; Are we at home Doing enough? CAMPFIRE MAGIC By VIRGINIA NELSON The bright orange and yellow flames of the fire licked greedly at the logs. Our small group was gay; singing songs, telling stories, roasting marshmallows and popping popcorn. As the fire slowly grew smaller, so did our group, as each fellow slipped silently away into the shadows. I sat staring into the fire, thinking there was such a feeling of the closeness of God, under those giant Sequoias; and the stars were so near that I could almost have reached up and plucked a handful out of the azure sky. As the last embers grew cold, I realized that I was also cold, and reluctantly slipped back to reality. FIELD OF BATTLE — ATHENS By GORDON RINGER Venezalos hated the Nazis with a hatred that consumed every fiber of his being. He had despised the conquerors ever since the first monocled, heel-clicking, saber-rattling German had confronted him and demanded the immediate surrender of his proud little country. His anger rose when he helplessly watched innocent hostages, fifty at a time, being led before the Gestapo guns. For over a year, he and a few of his former companions and fellow officers met in an abandoned cellar and planned for the day when the aggressors would be driven, once and for all, over the boundaries of Greece. Leaflets were distributed, and news of the war disseminated; but that was all. It was all, for the patriots know that if any acts of sabo- tage were committed, hundreds of guiltless Athenians would face a firing squad. Then the first reports of the American in- vasion of North Africa leaked through the German Intelligence. Venezalos and his com- rades decided to wage open guerrilla war- fare. They were aware that the Nazi High Command was feverishly doubling garrisons and sending supplies to the Balkans to avert a possible attack. Nazi officers began to disappear myste- riously, only to be found later, conveniently dead. Trucks, crammed with fresh troops for the Libyan front, were blown up. Bridges disintegrated under ammunition trains; in short, every conceivable method to halt Ger- man defense preparations was used. But even saboteurs meet with disaster. In Greece, as in Norway and other occupied lands, there were a few Quislings who were willing to sell out their countrymen for a few dirty pieces of silver. One night Venezalos confided a secret plot to destroy a warehouse to a personal friend. With the captain not knowing a thing about treachery, the ac- quaintance informed the Gestapo. As group of the Greek partisans huddled behind packing crates, they heard the tramp- ing of feet outside the storage house. Vene- zalos knew what had happened and ordered his companions to leave. He decided to remain and hold off the police until they could reach safety. The first unit of the Gestapo men burst through the door. Venezalos threw a grenade. The second followed; Venezalos had no gre- nade. He held the Germans off with a knife and revolver until some army guards brought a trench mortar. What the Greek knew, the Nazis did not. The room in which he was entrenched was loaded with tons of high explosives. The mortar went off; within ten seconds the area within ten acres was a charred mass of twisted steel and shattered wreckage. A few days later the Greek government in exile published a communique which stated simply yet proudly: Captain John Venezalos was killed in action, November 24, 1942. Field of battle, Athens! PAGE TWENTY-ONE J ft ' . OW M f M ' • •••- . ' ■ . • • ■ Bo 16 i £t R.wou ! , J. B. DOES ITS SHARE Zooming through the air at about 400 m.p.h., diving and twisting, dodging anti-aircraft shells and enemy bullets, is the North Ameri- can P-51 Mustang fighter which was pur- chased by the sale of bonds and stamps here at J.B. The plane, one of the deadliest of its type, is hastening the day of victory. BACK TO TOKYO By CAROLYN ROAN Eagles are flying overhead To avenge America ' s martyred dead; Eagles, with bombs and guns to go Again o ' er the sea to Tokyo. Angry four-motored birds of war Clutching a message in each claw, A message of hate, to be specific, To the murdering men across the Pacific. Revenge, revenge, revenge, they call, Echoing the promises of us all, And ghosts of Doolittle ' s heroes will go Back o ' er the sea to Tokyo. PAGE TWENTY-TWO A? : ??. . r £ THE NEWSPAPER By LOIS PETTEGREW The newspaper lands with a thud near the door, And Sis steps out and stoops to the floor. At the headlines she glances and says, What a bore! As she turns the pages with news galore She spies the page she ' s looking for. Bud comes in all out of sorts, He looks at the paper, Oh, boy! Sports! He grabs the paper from astonished Sis, The front page rips, but who cares about this? Mom comes in and glances at Bud, Oh, my goodness, just look at that mud! Now Bud, you go out and take off your shoes, As she picks up the paper and looks through the news. What a sweet little recipe. I just must have it, And she cuts it out, a usual habit. Dad comes in all tired from work And looks at the paper with a smirk. Who cut up this paper, and where ' s the front page? Nobody answers, but all stand amazed. Next morning the paper is all in a heap, It looks like something you should not keep. The maid comes in and looks at the bale, This will make good lining for my garbage paid. And that is the end of all its capers, It always happens to the Jones ' papers. THE UNCONQUERABLE CHINESE By BARBARA COTNER The Chinese race are a pople of hig spirits and aching hearts for the love of their fellow man. They have wronged no one and do not wish to be wronged by the hard-pressed aggressor. They are at peace with them- selves. Their are no hard, bitter feelings against fellow man. It is true that the Chinese have taken a lot in the last years, but they still go on living in their quiet, simple way. They could have a reason for hatred filled in their hearts, but they only think of the good things that they are thankful for, the good earth, the soil in which they have worked for hundreds of years. This soil has given them their villages, their food, their clothing and their own peaceful land, China. China means a great deal to these simple people. They have fought for it and loved it like a mother loves her child. They have not fought in vain. Though blood and tears may spread for many miles, they will keep love in their hearts and continue to till the soil, the good earth, until the end of time, and when the end of time comes they will still be a free nation, proud of the soil they call China, for the Chinese are an unconquer- able race. DESTINATION UNKNOWN By LOUISE KOSCHES All aboard! A few late comers jumped on board as the train lurched and then slowly started up the track. The shrill last minute whistle blared forth, the red light flashed a final warning, and they were off — destination unknown. A look back at the deserted station made one boy suddenly realize that this was the last time in many months, maybe forever, that he would be able to see his home, his town, and his familiar countryside. His fam- ily hadn ' t even been there to see him off as no one was able to know a troop train ' s time schedule. Oh, yes, they ' d said goodbye at home, Mom had cried a little too, as she wished her only son good luck in the army, and as dad and sis said to be sure and write. It wasn ' t the same, he thought, but as he glanced around at his silent comrades he saw that he wasn ' t the only one feeling just a slight wave of homesickness. The train had gathered speed now, and as he had a last glimpse of the station with its flag now a mere speck in the distance, he realized that it would be with his help that his family and friends would remain free and safe, and of out the enemy ' s brutal hands. As the train wheels rolled on he turned forward and looked ahead into the future, his future — destination unknown. PAGE TWENTY-THREE VICTORY GARDENERS VICTORY GARDENITIS PLAGUES J.B. BOYS By JIM APPELL Under the direction of Mr. Vance, the plot of ground once adorned by flowers has been transformed into neat rows of every known vegetable. J.B. boys have really got in the swing of things as far as Victory gardening. Instead of the usual girl talk, A9 boys have been known to confer on the best and easiest way of raising corn, beans, peas, and etc. Not only at school have the boys gone ground-minded, but at the homes of J.B. boys can be seen neat rows of vegetables that would be the pride of any farmer or farmerette. A RED LETTER DAY By CAROLYN WYSE It was as pretty as it was real, and as I twirled about my room I realized that my wish had finally become a reality. With the excitement of the day, and the thrill of the latest addition to m y wardrobe, I began to grow extremely drowsy. Before I knew it I was off into deep slumber. I shall never forget that Red Letter Day, for I fell asleep in my first formal. THE VICTORY GARDEN By MURIEL BROWN He worked so hard, he bent his back, He forced the plough ' till he thought it would crack. He watered the ground both night and morn, But through all this he was still forlorn. His constant vigil did not ease, So that bird nor bug could there stay in peace. He searched the small, dark brown expanse, But nary a green sprout did his sight enhance. Then one morning he came to look again, And there near the fence by the little brown wren, He called his family io come and see, They came but laughed to a great degree. Bud why did they laugh when he finally did succeed? Oh! Could it be that the sprout was just a weed? WHAT TO DO By GILBERT SHEA Shall I listen to the radio or do my home- work? That is the question. Henry Aldrich is on my list and so is my algebra. Ellery Queen resides on my list as likewise does my Latin. They ought to assign homework when good programs aren ' t on (which would be never). I ' ll try listening to the radio and doing my homework all at once. I hope it works. PAGE TWENTY-FOUR A NIGHT TO REMEMBER By ERNESTINE HIGGINS As it is usually known, sudden storms are common along the Eastern seaboard. I was staying at a stately mansion, that had been turned into a private club, spending the re- maining month of my vacation. It was late afternoon, and I was sitting on the steps of the spacious veranda, lazily watching my four weary friends coming up the path. It was a hot, sweltering day — one of those days when all you think of is keeping cool. Nearly everyone was back from the beach, either lying on his bed upstairs or lounging on the veranda waiting for dinner. A sultry sort of peaceful quietness hung over us, and the only noise was the soft clatter of dishes and the buzzing of those infernal mos- quitoes. None of us was prepared or even expected what was to come. After dinner we all gathered in the large living room, for tonight was Tuesday night when the members of the Club participated in some kind of entertainment. Usually it was the younger crowd that depicted some of the things that had occurred during the week. It was about ten o ' clock when the crack of lightning and the rumble of the thunder pierced the gaiety. Ten minutes later the lights went out. A heavy wind started, and, before we could get out on the veranda to put the chairs against the wall, the wind had switched, upturned and thoroughly dishev- eled them. Scurrying around in the dark with the wind howling, the rain driving on the veranda, and most of us wearing rubber soled shoes, was no picnic. Finally, after fixing the chairs, putting down the windows in the up- stairs rooms, and bumping into each other, we landed in one piece back in the living room. By this time the older people decided that the wisest thing to do was to go upstairs and leave us to the downstairs. At four o ' clock the next morning the lights went on; the storm was over. That night will always be remem- bered by all of us who were there with the ghost stories made real by the darkness, the rain beating against the window sills, and the fierceness of the blinding lightning and thun- der. But that morning, as the sun came up in the eastern sky, we all knew that the day would be a perfect one. OUR SHIPS WILL SAIL ON By MARCIA SHER Although this war will bring, Disaster and remorse, Our ships will sail onward With freedom as their course. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO PRESERVE FREEDOM? By SHERWOOD FEINBERG Far away on the battlefield of Guadalcanal a lifeless Marine lies in the muck and mire of a calmmy South Sea swamp. He died that we Americans at home might live to enjoy the freedom and the principles of a democratic life. His body reflects the determination of the American fighting man. We have been troubled with petty rationing difficulties here at home, but we have not yet been called upon for the supreme sacrifice, the surrender of our very existence, so that other Americans might live in a world free from the menace of dictators, storm troopers and the chilling staccato of a firing squad. He died that we might live. But have American people done enough fighting on the home front to justify the slaughter of even one of our country ' s fighters? Some of us here at home are putting forth the maximum effort, but even that is not enough, for our greatest effort can not bring back the lives of our doughboys. The maxi- mum can never equal the American blood that has painted a crimson trail of success on allth e battlefields of the globe. STAGE FRIGHT By GLORIA HYDE There I stood in the wings of the audi torium. The music came to an end and the dancers glided off the stage. I had a horrible elevator feeling in my stomach as I heard my chord. For one sickening moment I knew that I could not step out onto that stage — and then there I was. The music started and I was miraculously turning and swaying with the music. The hours and days of practicing had not been in vain. I didn ' t forget the dance. Suddenly it was all over, the bowing, applause, and excitement. But now that it was all over I strangely knew that I had wanted it to last forever. After all my fear and stagefright I had wanted my first recital to last always. A CHILD ' S PRAYER By MIGNON MASOWITZ Protect my father, please, dear Lord, So he ' ll come back to us some day, To live the way that free folks should, With liberty to laugh and play. Let me be brave enough to stand, Without the fear of war ' s defeat. Give me now a helping hand So future trials I ' ll bravely meet. PAGE TWENTY-FIVE GREAT SPIRIT By NEVIN HOUGH Small of stature, fragile in appearance. Such a little thing as she stood before us to receive our homage. Stood silently for a few mo- ments, then began to speak. Not as an orator, or a person of great power, but as a friend telling us of her people, her country, her home. Reminding us of the beauty and knowledge their centuries of civilization and culture had given us — Confucius, porcelain, paper, silk, tea, the compass. Telling us of their lives when there wa s no war. A period when sim- ple people tilled their soil, planted their seed, tended their crops, rejoiced at their harvest, and planned another spring planting. She told of the pitiful unpreparedness of her country to meet the greed and cruelty of the invading nation. Of the migration of a people, the old, the young, to distant places, burning the villages, destroying the cities they left behind lest they give comfort to the enemy. How they carried with them piece by piece, the material to re-establish the schools and libraries in the new home they must make for themselves. Told of the broken bodies of her people and of their spirit which had remained strong and unbroken throughout the long cruel years of war. Told of her belief in her people, in the future of her people. It was a perfect day, and there was beauty all about us as she spoke to the twenty thou- sand people in the bowl, but I am sure that everyone present was conscious only of the grand beauty of her spirit, her strength, her courage, her integrity. AIR RAID WARNING By CARL SPERRY A wailing siren cuts the night. Fat old ladies shake with fright; The old maid next door awakes to find A warden behind her Venetian blind. The neighborhood dogs take up the song, But seem to get the motive wrong. The noisy party across the street Is broken up by the warden ' s tweet. A family of ten run helter-skelter For their diminutive air raid shelter. But a little later the all-clear sounds, And the warden to his cold bed bounds. After all this trouble and preparation, Which might have continued throughout the nation, The paper announces to our dubious delight, That there was a practice air raid last night. CHINA ' S FIRST LADY By MARGIE STUEBING Proudly she stood, and alone, facing the masses of people who had crowded into Madi- son Square Garden to hear and to see her. She stood erect and majestically, capturing the hearts of everyone. Her black gown echoed the darkness of the murky night and its golden trim reflected the brilliant lights which glared upon her from above. The mul- titude hushed into a deep silence. China ' s Madame Chiank Kai-Shek was speaking. YOU By JOHN MESTAKIDIS You are the fellow that has to decide Whether you ' ll do it or toss it aside. You are the fellow who makes up your mind Whether you ' ll lead or linger behind; Whether you ' ll try for the goal that ' s afar Or be contented to stay where you are. Take it or leave it, here ' s something to do; Just think it over — it ' s all up to you! PAGE TWENTY-SIX YOUR SHARE? By SHERWOOD FEINBERG Beneath the fields of flowers, Away from booming shells, The doughboys now are resting, Away from human hells. To die for God and nation, For family and for right, The spirit of the fighting free, Insured our country ' s might. The inborn lust for battle, The spirit of the fray, To shear them down like cattle, Was the cry from day to day. The whistle of the strafing plane, The rumbling of the tanks, No fear secreted in the hearts Of bold and daring Yanks. Those doughboys died a thousand deaths, On land, on air, on sea, Would you not die a thousand times, To keep your country free? LIFE IN THE MERCHANT MARINE By JOHN MESTAKIDIS The life of an American merchant seaman on one of our new cargo ships isn ' t what it was in the good old days. To be sure, the risks are greater, the hardships under attack are worse. But an oldtime sailor would be surprised at the provisions made for his com- fort during the voyage. . The speedy efficienty C-type vessels, pride of the U. S. Maritime Commission, have the finest crew accommodations of any cargo ships afloat. American tankers are exception- ally well equipped from the seaman ' s stand- point. Other vessels, such as Liberty ships and various types of smaller cargo carriers, have less elaborate but equally clean and comfortable crew accommodations. Men who remember the dank,, ill-ventilated, unheated and dirty glory holes or fo ' c ' sles where all the sailors were crowded into one room and the engine crew into another, there to eat, sleep and live, are amazed at living quarters amidships where crews have outside staterooms, four men or less to a room. Many new ships have forced air ventilation through- out, and all have dry, well-heated, clean quar- ters. Instead of shifting for himself, the sailor ' s bed is made and his room kept tidy by the steward ' s department which also waits on him at table. 3 u2T THE VACANT CHAIRS By MARILYN HIRSHFELD Perhaps the most enjoyable time of day is at dinner. At this hour the family settles down to eat and talk over various matters, as during the day they have seen little of each other. But somehow, now it is not quite the same a sit used to be. That vacant chair across the table where there once sat a boy. Many families now have a vacant chair or chairs at the dinner table. These chairs are a symbol of freedom. Their occupants are fighting so that once more whole families may sit around their dinner tables in peace and security. PAGE TWENTY-SEVEN ARE TEACHERS HUMAN? By BEATRICE WEILER As you see your friends, to kids you go around with, every day, do you ever wonder what they ' ll be doing, say, twenty years from now? Perhaps they will be some kind of shop owner, or an electrician, a salesgirl, a doctor, scholar, teacher or as we say, joking, maybe a garbage collector. Will they go far in the world? Will they be charitable, kind, rich or poor, happy or sad, good or bad parents, good citizens or not? If you consider them human and friendly now, will you think them then? For an example let ' s go back 20 or 40 years and see what kind of people teachers were then. From the teachers you know try to consider, some were book worms and gradu- ated from high school at sixteen with honors. Others were athletes in high school and col- lege. There were bad boys and I won ' t say anything about the girls. They were school leaders, quiet people too. Some were the prettiest and most popular in their graduating classes. They had strict parents and easy parents. Lots of them went through these pre-war days just like we are doing now. They didn ' t al- ways do their homework and they had their fun, too. So far, for all practical reasons, let ' s say they were just like us. Well, let ' s look at them now. They ' re teachers and they demand respect and obedi- ence. Some of them are crabby while others like to tell jokes. Some do a better job than others, have more friends, help more people, and therefore go farther in life. They ' re really all working people holding down a job. They have families, and homes and have old friends and schood chums. Some like movies and sports. They get sick and they suffer and most of them have the common shortcomings found in a man. Maybe they ' re just like other older people, like your dad and mother. May- be they enjoy life just as much. Maybe they are dads and mothers, too. Yes, perhaps they really are human. HILLS By JOHN MITCHELL Hills in many ways are like human beings, with their various exclamations of joy, friendli- ness and seclusion. Perhaps you ' ve seen them early in the morning shrouded in mist as if they were women wishing to conceal their ruffled hair from the early morning beams; or standing bright and distinct with the ocean fog crawling up their bases, like a great blanket being pulled by some small boy over his huge bed so that he may have those last few precious moments of slumber. THE STATUE OF LIBERTY By MYRA GITLIN Pierre stood staring at it with amazement This was what he had been looking forward to for over a year, he dreamed of it when he fled from the invaders of his France, he imagined it when bombs were bursting about him in England. He turned to watch two little Czechoslo- vakian girls playing tag. Magda tripped Lucia, and they laughed. They were young. They could laugh. They could forget the horrors of war. They could forget their parents who were in Lidice on that unforgettable day. Pierre wondered if he would ever laugh again. He was fifteen years old, and it was hard for him to forget. He looked at it again, and smiled. Why, he didn ' t need to forget. He could remember war-torn Europe, and laugh. He could laugh at the invaders fleeing from France, and all the other occupied countries. He could laugh when France would again be mighty, with the help of the United Nations. As his boat glided peacefully by the Statue of Liberty, towards New York Harbor, Pierre said to himself, I ' ll be there when France lives again, and he smiled at the Statue with confidence. PAGE TWENTY-EIGHT GROWING PAINS By NANCY LEE ROTH I scarcely was conscious that day, waiting for the bell to ring. The bell that told me I could go home and see for myself if it were really true. Mother had told me this morning that it had happened, but how could it have, so soon. Finally the bell rang, and I practi- cally ran home. A strong hope seized me, and I was filled with anxiety. My skin was clammy and my forehead had broken out in a cold sweat. My heart was pounding a million miles a minute, it seemd, and was loud enough to be heard for blocks. I scrambled upstairs and ran to the win- dows. Looking in the window boxes, I saw it was true — my first carrot sprout was up. IT COULD ONLY HAPPEN HERE! By JOANNE SPENCE The A9 gym class was called to order by the captain, but that was unnecessary, for the class was already in order. The sergeant gave no demerits for no one talked through- out roll call and each one was in her gym clothes. Roll was taken in 10 seconds flat that day, which is indeed a record. Exercises were then given, and everybody did them perfectly. The class was dismissed for team games and every girl reported for the games. When the shower bell rang not a person remained on the field, all were taking show- ers. While all the girls were getting ready to leave, a whistle blew and everyone came to attention, when Miss Robinson announced that it was too late to start being such angels, for grades had already been recorded. The next day the girls were back to normal, noisy and rambunctious as usual. LUNCH WITH FRANKENSTEIN (Alias Curt Siodmak) By ANDRE PREVIN Of course you have all heard of Franken- stein, Dracula and the Wolf Man, but have you ever thought of who the man was that thought of all these characters? Whose devil- ish brain could have conceived these mon- strosities? I had always wondered, and imagined him as a spindly, meager, wild man, with a maniacal look in his bloodshot eyes, thin fingers with long yellow fingernails, warts on his face, and an acid-scarred complexion. One day, not long ago, my brother, who works at Universal Studios, asked me whether I would care to have lunch with him and the man who wrote Frankenstein, Wolf Man, etc., at the studio. I replied, horrified, that I would certainly not care to, that I couldn ' t force any- thing down in the presence of such a repulsive personality. My brother convinced me though that he was not such a bad character after all, and I finally consented. The next day, I wan- dered out to Universal, entered the commis- sary, and after erring around between medi- eval knights and Sioux Indians, I finally found my brother ' s table. He turned to me and said cheerfully, This is the man I ' ve been telling you about. Andre, this is Mr. Curl Siodmak, writer. I caught my breath, spun around, and stared. This couldn ' t be — ! But it evidently was. Before me stood an im- maculately tailored, smiling, normal, hand- some young man with a Hollywood checkered sports coat and a loud tie. I looked desper- ately for the long fingernails, the warts, or some other disfiguration, but it was all in vain; I couldn ' t find any. During the lunch, I worked up nerve to ask him how he ever thought of all the horri- fying things that he wrote about. When I finally questioned him, he laughed, and be- gan to talk. When I came from Austria a few years ago, he said, I didn ' t have the faintest idea that I was going to be a writer for horror pictures. I had worked on comedies and stage adaptations for a European concern, and I had never done anything more grue- some than a parlor comedy in my life. I was hired by Universal a couple of months after my arrival, but sat around doing nothing for a long time. Finally, the studio needed someone to write the script for a pic- ture called ' Dead Men Will Talk, ' and out of sheer desperation, I wrote it. The producers liked it and I was assigned to the ' Wolf Man. ' It seems a funny thing to say, but unfortunate- ly it was a success. In quick succession, I penned ' The Ghost of Frankenstein, ' ' The Purple Hand, ' and ' The Mummy ' s Tomb. ' By now, I ' m thoroughly ' typed ' as a horror pic- ture writer and I shall be enormously lucky ever to write anything else. Oh, darn it, he continued, I always want- ed to do something nice and cheery, bright and funny, but oh, no! I ' m not the type, say the executives. He finished his lunch in silence. Then he got up, sighed, and said, Well, back to work. And the nice, friendly, unfortunate young man went to his office and continued on the cheerful little epic, The Monster Walks. PAGE TWENTY-NINE 5 r am p s THE DESERT TODAY By EDMUND KIESSLING Wind-swept sands; purple mountains in the distant haze; beautiful sunsets and sparkling clear nights are just a few of the desert ' s treasures. How many of you have ever spent a night on the desert where the fragrance of desert sage reigns over all and you feel as though you could touch the twinkling stars? The desert in the daytime also has its strange and fascinating attractions, such as the cheerful whistle of the desert wren or the surprise of desert animals scurrying to and fro. Many people look upon the desert as a bar- ren waste. It is true that many a gold-thirsty miner succumbed to the desert ' s cruel ways but untold numbers of travelers have found that the peace, quiet and beauty of the desert is unmatched by seashore or mountains. Now the desert has gone to war like all good Americans. No, it hasn ' t picked up a gun and gone forth to meet the enemy but today army camps sprayl over the white sands. Acres of guayule have been planted upon its rich surface and war factories now dot its vast stretches. When the war is over people will again return to the desert which will still be waiting for them as it has always been waiting. THE DRUMS By GLORIA HYDE It ' s strange what music does to a person. Yesterday our class was listening to a record o fthe Rhumba and Samba rhythms. The rec- ords started, and as the rhythm became more intense I glanced at the pupils sitting near me. Everybody was beating out their rhythm in some way, tapping their feet or their fingers, or hitting a pencil against a desk. As I looked at them I wondered what they were seeing in their mind ' s eye. Perhaps they were thinking of the same things I was. Natives, paddling down some sultry, tropical river, overhung with vines and spongy moss. Chanting, chanting so that they would row faster and get their car- goes to market sooner. Then again my friends may have been thinking of a small native village, silhouetted against a black sky. The natives beating out rhythms, planning songs for some coming festival. I wonder what they were thinking of. I wonder if they, too, were lost in the magic spell of those throbbing drums. PAGE THIRTY PRAYER FOR GREECE By JOHN MESTAKIDIS Oh, ancient little kingdom So far beyond the sea; Land of the Goddess Athena, Our prayers are all for thee; How bravely you defended Your land of long plateaus Against a cruel invader, A ruthless Fascist foe. Oh, land of faith undaunted, Land loved, I know, by God, In thy Hellenic heavens His angels do applaud. Ah, through this faith undying Has come Greek victory; The tide of the world conflict Has turned because of thee! The world has come to love you, Defender of the hour; God guide you to Valona With sacred, magic power! Oh, nation brave and bleeding, Master of Fascist might! Drive on with God and Britain, Valona is in sight. It cannot be that He ' d allow The Nazis to invade Thy honored land, in view of The stand brave Greece has made. And should that be within the plan, I know that some way He Shall lead thy legions once again To final victory! ONE MATCH By ROGER HUFFMAN It came in a huge log and it went out of the sawmill a match. The huge log was over three hundred feet tall, but it was no danger to the rest of the forest. The match was only three inches tall, but it had the power to kill every tree in the forest. ' i | ALGEBRA-. ' ; spmvc fe ' i .fc. ARE THEY WORTH IT? By LOUISE SARGENT The room had the capacity to hold ten girls, but there were twenty-five occupying it. It was so packed one could hardly move. And the noise could be heard at least four blocks away. As I entered this madhouse, or so it seemed, I was almost knocked down. Girls were pushing and shoving their way to the mirror so they could comb their lovely curls and be sure that every single hair was in its proper place. One might have thought she was in a soda fountain instead of a powder room, as such names like cherry-coke, raspberry, and strawberry could be faintly heard above the talking and yelling, as the lipsticks were passed from one girl to another. Of course there was powder and perfume and maybe a little rouge here and there. About one-half an hour later I emerged, all fresh and madeup. I slowly walked out onto the dance floor with one of my friends, and near us stood a group of young boys with no particular inclination to dance. Thus we made up for the undeserving and unappreciative males. Are they worth it? PAGE THIRTY-ONE M A % %= , ' JS CT J ' ' b? i Jlm ■ C.SfecKelS r ... ; r ' PORTRAIT OF THREE RODENTS By LOIS SCHRADER Part I Mussolini Who is that man with the double chin? He thinks he never committed a sin! He ' s Schicklegruber ' s right-hand man And he doesn ' t have such a happy look in his pan. His eyes are black; his nose is bloody; His clothes are wet and awful muddy. Yes, poor Mussolini, he ' s very blue ' Cause it looks as though he ' s just about through. Part II Hirohito There ' s a little jerk far in the east, His ways of fighting are much like a beast; His skin is yellow, he ' s not very tall. His eyes are slanted and very small; And behind his back a knife he holds; He ' s a double-crosser and very bold. But Uncle Sammy ' s on his trail, And when we get him we won ' t fail For Hirohito will be a sad sight, When we get through with this terrible fight. Part III Hitler And now I introduce to you The maniac that started all this stew. A paper-hanger once was he, And he kept plotting how awful the world might be. Somehow or other he got into power. He made people fear him, but at heart he ' s a coward. y  }; He ' s spilled so much blood and crippled so many That to him a life seems not worth a penny. He ' s professional killer Number One, And he thinks that killing is lots of fun. His favorite sport is playing with the world; Up and down and all around it is hurled, And when his troubles aren ' t running right He sits down and cries and shakes with fright For he knows that his doom is coming fast, And he will die like the men who tried to Conquer the world in the past; For God didn ' t mean for any one man To rule the world with just his band, But why can ' t the world remain in peace? For what is gained in fighting and war? Just death and killing and sorrow, no more! MR. AMERICAN PAYS HIS INCOME TAX By GLORIA LEVENSON The fifteenth had arrived. He prepared to meet this catastrophe with a ream of paper, a dozen or so newly sharpened pencils, a few issues of the daily paper to tear apart, and a bottle of 100 aspirins. He went to bed early the previous night at about 9 p.m., and awoke this morning very rested. After breakfast, he locked himself in a room which had unbreakable furniture and plate glass windows and tackled his job. The form was ready. He filled out the neces- sary data concerning his name, address, and occupation. He then looked at Item 1, what are your sources of income? This was easy enough. But when he had to start figuring percentage, he was lost, for, unfortunately, he was staring starry-eyed at the cute girl with the braided red hair and freckles who sat next to him when the teacher had taught the class percentage. Eight of the pencils were either broken or chewed, the ream of paper with a million calculations was strewn over the floor, the newspaper had been torn hours before, and aspirin didn ' t taste so good, anyhow. The time for closing time was drawing near, and our hero rushed as fast as he could to the Office of Internal Revenue. He waited in line, and, when his turn came to pay his tax, the clerk told him he was using the wrong form and would have to do it over again. And thus Mr. Average American pays or attempts to pay his yearly income tax. PAGE THIRTY-FOUR J. Welch . We never may know what the future will make, Of the boys that we carelessly meet, For many a statesman is now at school, And presidents play in the street. — Maurice Smiley. To those statesmen and leaders of the future who are receiving their education in a world torn by war, we, the Class of S ' 43 dedicate this section. — Sherwood Feinberg. FAREWELL These past few years at J. B. have been the happiest period of my life. Now as they draw to a close I realize that they have helped me to gain my highest ambition, that of serving you and good old J. B. to the best of my ability. On behalf of the Council officers I wish to express our deepest appreciation to the boys who have shown such a wonderful spirit of cooperation and helpfulness. Also our thanks to Mr. Engberg, without whose help this term the Boys ' Council would not have been such a success. Serving your fellows and your school has really been a fitting climax to the three hap- piest years of our lives. And now I must say goodbye to John Bur- roughs, to i s buildings, its faculty, and its students, all of whom I have come to know so well. Although I shall part with these things, the memories will be with me forever. Larry Bub, the Vice-President, and Carl Sperry, the Secretary of our Boys ' Council, have really done a swell job in planning the councils and assisting in the many other tasks such as the track meet, paper drive, and in the yard campaigns. President of Boys Council S ' 43 Dick Oakley. PAGE THIRTY-FIVE A9 OFFICERS President — Ted Sackett Vice-Pres. — Norma Lombard Secy. — Jacqueline Yarbrough Historian — Eileen Cyttron Treasurer — Georgia Feldman FAREWELL By TED SACKETT As the curtain falls on the last act of our life in John Burroughs, we are filled with mixed emotions; sadness at leaving this, our school, and joy in anticipating our next step up on the ladder of education. I am sure that as the A9 ' s leave John Burroughs they will all remember the friend- liness of this school. I would like to thank all my teachers and classmates who have cooperated with me during my three years here. John Burroughs is more than a school, it ' s a place full of helpful hints, and the teachers are more like advisors, whose help will guide us in later life. Besides learning our studies we are under- standing what good sportsmanship means, and what fair play is on the field and at home. Although we are leaving some of our friends, we will make new ones, and I hope they will be as true and as loyal as those here at John Burroughs. I would like to say I have had a happy time here as well as a busy one. And, I am proud to have had the honor of serving the A9 Class of 1943 as President. May we all prove ourselves capable of fulfilling the ideals set for us during our three years here; let us go forth carrying the true John Burroughs spirit in our hearts. A9 COUNCIL PAGE THIRTY-SIX CLASS WILL By ANDRE PREVIN and SHERWOOD FEINBERG We, the A9 ' s of John Burroughs, do hereby make this will as the last statement ever to be issued by us during our pleasant stay at good old J.B. I, Sonny Feinberg, leave my amazing abil- ity to fight with teachers and pupils, and also my amazing progress in civic affairs and flir- tations to Harold Handy Handelsman, who is almost as adept in these fields as I have ben. I, Ralph Carver, leave my astounding height to Harvey Katz, and hope that he can soon equal my ability to touch the tops of New York ' s skyscrapers. I, Sally Walsh, leave my incomparable smile and my very pleasant personality to my double, Sally Ruppert. I, Barbara Cotner, leave my worries about my grades in mathematics to any B9 girl who can equal my astounding ability to misunder- stand math rules. I, Andre Previn, leave my musical talent to any pianist who happens to be lurking around in the B9. We, the Rosenburg Twins, leave our terrific similarity to Harvey and Willard Horwich, who can ' t even tell themselves apart. We, Saul Notelowitsch, Luba Monasevitch, and Josephine Migiliacio, leave our fancy and crazy names to any B9 ' s who think that they can think up tongue-breakers as good as ours. I, Marty Weinberger, leave my ability in journalism, and my ambition to be a sports announcer, to Sid Krupnick. I, Nevin Hough, leave my Sonia Henie imitations on skates to Virginia Shevlin, who is quite a figure-skater herself. We, the Counts, leave, period. I, Paul Etter, leave my artist ' s touch on the painting palette to Phillip Adams, who will soon be able to match Rembrandt for artistry. I, Margie Stuebing, leave my all-around friendliness to Diane Herbert, who practically wears a halo to school. I, Jean Evans, leave my out of this world ability to attract those of the opposite sex to any B9 girl who has the resources and the Giraffe Party ability, which I have used to good advantage through my three years in this institution. I, Max Wartnik, leave my sense of humor to Bunky Whitney, who, with the new addi- tion, will undoubtedly offer Bob Hope serious competition for his job on the Ivory Panel Program. I, Virginia Nelson, leave my titian locks (red hair to you), to Betty Smith, who will no doubt develop into a red-headed ball of fire with the extra color. Signed and Sealed, Never to be used again. Witnessed by: Sherwood Feinberg Mrs. Gibson Patricia McMahon A9 COMIC STRIP By PHYLLIS MINTO and LORELLE WINSTON Lil Abner. Ralph Carver Daisy Mae Lou Ann Hall Tiny Tim Lenslie Wynat Superman Sherwood Feinberg Brenda Starr Virginia Nelson Flash Gordon Morgan Craft Shadow Robert Blair Tubby Irl Korsen Goofy Ted Johnson Skippy Gene Wohlberg Miss Muffet Barry Maltes Tarzan Bob Reingold Skeesix Tom Tomason Toots Diane Soloman Casper Harvey Birnbaum Donald Duck Roger Huffman Ella Cinders Claire Sprekles Blackie Robert Akins Dixie Dugan Nadine Tuber Dumb Dora Sabena Framan Blondie Norma Lombard Dagwood Don Carter Imogene Joyce Springwater Mopsy Bette Baum Dennie Dick Thornberg Prince Valiant Phil Saltzman Lone Ranger Bob Andrews Tonto Jimmie Appell Tillie the Toiler Pat O ' Brien Mac Gilbert Shea Dick Tracy Francis Smith Rosie Joan Williams Archie Hugo Schmeit The Dragon Lady Jackie Johnson Buttercup Bill Blanpied Freckles Victor Eileen Phantom Clarence Waterman Secret Agent X9 Joe Levy King of Royal Mounted Al Roth Little Lulu Jane Welch Annie Rooney Sue Robinson Tuffy Connie Crank Red Ryder Red Alper Little .Beaver Richard Brown Mickey Finn Maurice Fruend Katzenjammer David Leanse PAGE THIRTY-SEVEN RELATIVES OF THE GRADUATING CLASS IN THE ARMED FORCES OF THE UNITED STATES Sally Klein — Brother Stuart Klein Navy Jean Buehanan — Father Clarence Halvorsen Army Betty Ann Byron — Brother Bill Byron Navy Air Corps Owen Chadwick — Father John E. Chadwick U. S. Navy Charna Bardfeld — Brother Sidney Barfeld Navy Charlotte Bows — Brother Bob Bows Signal Corps Norman Kohagen — Brother John Kohagen Air Corps Beckworth Kisselblurgh — Brothers. . . Jim, Walker, Bob Air Corps, Merchant Marine, Navy Alan Livingston — Brother Robert Livingston U. S. C. G. Walter Levin — Brother Howard Levin Army Air Corps Thelma Kemp — Brother John Kemp Army Air Corps Barbara Klipper — Brother Donald Klipper Coast Artillery- Fred Lacy — Brothers Walter, Weymouth, Lacy Gloria Levenson — Brother Seymore Raymond Air Corps Intelligence Joe Levy — Brother Mike Levy Infantry- Richard King — Brothers Hawley, Robert King Merchant Marine Phil- Broyles— Sister-Brother Carolyn, Albert WAAC, Air Corps Don Carter — Father J. D. Carter Merchant Marine Gloria Diskin — Brothers Francis, Jerome Diskin Navy, Air Corps Patsy Van de Car— Father William Van de Car Navy Evelyn Vogel — Brothers Fred, Sid Vogel Navy, Signal Corps Vernon Thompson — Father Major Vernon P. Thompson Army Edward Smith — Father A. Hasenmaur Navy Dorothy Potter — Father James Stephen Navy Everette Smith — Father Charles Smith Electrician ' s Mate Sonia Friedman — Brother Robert Friedman Air Corps Mary Seccombe — Brother Willard Seccombe Air Corps John Mitchell — Father Major J. K. Mitchell Air Force Sally Ball — Brother Jerry Ball Cadet in Army Air Corps Dolores Rosen — Brother Harry Rosen Tank Destroyer Division in Army John Jordan — Mother Mrs. L. S. Jordan Instructor, Army Air Corps Cler. Schl. Bernaidine Schutten — Brother William Cogswell Army Ray Le Clare — Brother-Father Paul Devere, Ray Le Clare Army, Navy Judith Ramstead — Brother R. P. Ramstead Army John Norris — Brothers Jay, Robert Norris Signal Corps, Navy Molly Ann Rehart— Brother O. E. Rehart Cook Bob Powell — Brother Lawrence M. Powell Navy Gordon Ringer — Brother Graham Ringer Missing — Infantry Phil Saltzman — Brother Jerry Saltzman Navy Sema Rosenbaum — Brother Max Rosenbaum Army Therse Fagan — Brother Patrick Army Air Corps A9 HOMEROOM 213 — MRS. ASHLEY FIRST ROW P Phyllis Abrams P Wayne Bittinger P Betty Bacon A I can dream, can ' t I? A That ' s a lie! A Hi! How are you? X A WAAC X ???? X Flier ' s wife P Jeanne Anderson P Leslie Brand P Sally Ball A Oh, gosh! A I hear you talking A Hello! X A success X A millionaire X Artist P Arlene Brounstein P Beverly Blue A It ' s all your fault FOURTH ROW A Can ' t you do X Out of school P Norris Baronian anything right? P Bernice Bauer A Hi, Babe! X Private secretary A Oh, murder! X Dentist P Joan Bachman X Home Economics teacher P Leonard Abel A Where ' s J—? P Charlotte Bows A It ' s terrific! X Pathologist A Listen to what I wrote X A man P Sarelyn Broder X Writer P Jimmie Appell A It ' s none of your business ' P Donald Black A Ya dirty dog! — Cowan X Marine flyer A Hi, Dietz! X Engineer P Charna BardJeld X Lawyer P Bob Andrews A Is he cute? A What, messy? X Old maid THIRD ROW X Ball player for the Car dinals P Barbara Bergen P Lewis Bracker A Gee whiz! ACut it out! P Bill Broadbent X Dress designer X Band leader A Moider! P Roberta Bates P Charles Barrens X A rugged paratrooper A No wisecracks from the A Oh fine! P Arthur Alper sidelines X Kindergarten teacher X Great trumpet player A X Hi, handsome! Multimillionaire P Carol Breitman P Paul Beck P Robert Blair A Oh, Rae-Ann, he ' s tall, too A Wait a minute! A Here we go! Pro football player X Commercial artist X A great success X P Bette lane Baum A I want what I can ' t get X A model P A X Bob Blumenthal Well, now, I wouldn ' t say that To be an M. D. P A X Robert Akins Who, me? 4F classification SECOND ROW P Matthew Bellin A How should I know? X A millionaire P A X Larry Brett Nothing (I ' m smart) Nothing (or a ■wolf, maybe) P A X Dan Allen That ' s tough! Air mechanic P Gloria Brant P Harvey Bimbaum P Bill Blamed A You know what, Pancho? A Diane A Tuffff— ain ' t it? X Some cute chick!! X Lawyer X Multimillionaire PAGE THIRTY-NINE A9 HOMEROOM 109 — MISS CAMERON BOTTOM ROW (left to right) P Jean Buchanan A It makes me very unhappy X Someone ' s wife P A X Doris Cole Where ' s Fifi? A dress designer P Gwendolyn Chadwick A Golly Moses! X Journalist P A X Mary Helen Cook Whoa, Seabiscuit! Secretary P Betty Ann Byron A Giddyup, Suez! X Kindergarten teacher P A X Ruth Campbell Where ' s Barbara? An artist P A X Nancy Cheleden Come on Housewife P A Barbara Cotner Oh, golly, Pat! X Opera singer or nurse P A X Rae Bunch Are you sure about that? Dramatics teacher SECOND ROW (left to right) P Don Carter A Where ' s Norma? X Traveling salesman P A X Richard Caffey Ah, nuts! Football coach P A X Richard Cowan What ' s wrong with you? Doctor FORTY P Markley Brown A Sinful X Cattleman Ralph Carver Hi, muscles! Basketball player Phil Broyles Who, I? A great success Larry Bub That ' s hairy A student P Lewis Ciener A Are you kidding? X Electrical engineer THIRD ROW (left to right) P Patricia Charles A That Alan Ladd! 1 ! ! X Singer (?) P Barbara Connell A For Pete ' s sake! X Fashion designer P Billie Marie Childs A Christopher Columbus! X That is my business (sigh) P Doris Carlson A You want to know? X A success P Patricia Childs A Don ' t know X Who knows? P Mary Brown A. Nothing unusual X An artist P Beverly Clark A Hey, Lyla! X Private secretary P Muriel Brown A Hello X Time will tell FOURTH ROW (left to right) P Richard Brown A Don ' t kid yourself X Aeronautical engineer P Stanley Cohen A I don ' t know X Lawyer P Pom Casey A Beat it out, Charley! X ??? P Clifford L. Cohen A Oh, gee whiz! X Businessman P Bob Cohen A Tuff X Dentist??? P George Cady A Well, I ' ll be X Doctor P Bob Christy A Hi, cutie kid! X To own a cattle ranch £— Hi; S - , AA mm 1 « A9 HOMEROOM 226 — MR. CORLEY FIRST ROW (lower row) SECOND ROW (middle P Naida Curtis P Gloria Diskin A Hi, kid! A Well, what do you know? X Nurse X WAAC P Shirley Davis P Connie Cunningham A Who do you think you ' re A Woo-woo! kidding? X Censored X Aviatrix P Connie Cronk P Rae Ann Epstein A Is zat so? A And Carol, he ' s a dram X Woman Marine (Leather- man neck) X Halfback on a baseball P lean Evans team A Gee, he ' s a doll! P Jeanne Fagerburg X Powers model A Hi! P DeLores Dunkel X A success A Shut up or I ' ll spit in your P Carolyn Darkenwald eye! A Where ' s Morgan? X Pilot X Professional ice skater P Marcia Endore P Bob Davis A Hi, there! A I ' ll bring it back X Occupational therapist X Business man P Marion Elsass P Peggy Esacove A Oh, brother! A Where in the (censored) X Nurse is Myra? P Alice Anne Eada X Inmate of an asylum A Oh, what you said! P Theresa Fagan X A writer (of checks) A Some fun! P Beverly Feller X Army nurse A Co-ed at Harvard P loan Emmens X Lawyer in the Court of A It ' s okay with me Nations X Teacher P Eileen Cytron P Pat Cummings A Diane, it ' s got pants on! A Are you kidding? X A quarterback on U. S. C. X Actress team P Shirley Ewing P Eloise Emmerling A Tuff! A Moronic moron X Short X Bookkeeper THIRD ROW (top row) P Bob Eisner A Lend me some cash for that record? X Six foot four P Victor (Rusty) Etienne A Well, pin a rose on me! X Farmer P Wade Eckert Hullo! Doctor Walter Davis I love Walter, don ' t you? A slacks salesman Morgan Cralt Are you kidding? Mechanical engineer Bob Damron Aw, nuts! Diplomat Paul Etter ? ? ? ? ? Psychologist Owen L. Dawson. Jr. The you say! Writer Leo Fehlberg When do we eat Aviator Dick Fall Hellowen! World dictator NOT IN PICTURE P Harriet Doctor Oh, Eleanor! A doctor lay Davis You ' re crazy All-city in free ex. Eva Emanuel Dick Curry A X P A X P A X P A X P A X P A X P A X P A X A X P A X P P PAGE FORTY-ONE A9 HOMEROOM 219 — MISS ERHART FIRST ROW (from bottom] P Jackie Gamble P Lyla Lou (Lee) Fries P Bob Frye A O happy day! A Oh, gee! A it ' s up? X Newspaper reporter X Fashion designer X Tc be six : P Armand Fullerton P Fayne Grossblatt P Richard Gross A How ' r-ya, handsome? A Yike! A [ at ' s T. S. X Tennis pro., lawyer X Successful X Engir.ee: P Sherwood (Sonny) Feinberg P Anna Forti P Floyd Fichman A Ouch! Why slap my face? A Whatchamacalli: A What ' s cookin ' ? X Wolfish journalist X 105 lb. X Another Clark Gable P Wendell Gaymar. FOURTH ROW P Myra Gitlin A Oh, heck! P Norman Freed A V. ' r.ere in the (censored) X Engineer A You can ' : print it here! is Peggy? P Maurice (Mushy) Freund X An optical illusion X Inmate o{ an asylum A Pretty foxy, eh Freund? P Val Frechtman P Sabina Frohman X Engineer, going to Cal A D-e-a-d stop! A a child Tech X A genius X Army :.: Navy nurse P Georgia Feldman P Barbara Gaal P Joy Garcia A -re ' s Bernie? A Whadda ya want know for? A Is za; sc? X Teacher X Who knows? X Nurse P Sonia Friedman P Jane (Janie) Gross P Colleen (Cookie) Gazzo A Gruesome thing A Hey, handsome! A cney! X X Singer X Owner of an ex P Jim Griffin dress shop THIRD ROW (from left; A Hey, where are you going? P Allen Freid P Henrietta (Henry) Gross- X Work for a living A kidding, :: light P Richard Furth X Radic er.gir.eer A :se J.B. A Yes, Mr. Lundy P Lee Feinberg boys! X er (?) A knows? X Actress P Harold Gerry X Er.xneer P Jane Haim A Maurice P Raymond Frazier A Oh, heavenly heaven! X Business man A Tough guy X : ' = ■■• :hoanalysl NOT IN PICTURE X Doctor P Jeanette Hagopian P Charlene Feinberg SECOND ROW trcm left) A Oh, go A Believe it cr not! P Ellen Gibbon X Gym teacher X Librarian A josh! P Jo Ann French P Judge Finley X Owner cf a three thou- A ere are the cute 1 A I paid my fine sand X Army or Navy nurse X A judge P Elizabeth (Lizzie) Gibbon P Joyce Felsen P Laine Frank A Too much A I got it! X The same as my • : ha ' .: X Stage actress X Nurse PAGE FORTY-TWO A9 HOMEROOM 227 — MISS MILLS TOP ROW P Alan Hastings P Rita Hoffman P Ray Kasch A Hey, Abel! X Lipstick salesman to a A X You know it! than Ralph A X A second Dinah Shore P Clyde Hudson P Virginia Hamilton Ubangi P Eugene Kapetansky A X What? Officer in the Navy A laven t you heard? X A nurse A What a tool P Paul Jones X New world dictator A Let it hang FOURTH ROW P David Horowitz X Undecided P Marilyn Hirshfeld A Holy Moley P William Hall A Are you kidding? X Doctor A V. ' el ! sv.-ar. why den: X A success P Ronald Johnson P Kathleen Holser A ? X A Censored X A jerk P Edward Johnson X Aris : rratic P Roger Huffman A Hi! P Nevin Hough A Go lay a golden egg X A It ; a rrrea ' life :: you am • X A good doctor weaken P John Jordan THIRD ROW X HI istrator :: a medi :a A Tough, t-u-t-t P Estelle Jasper P Marilyn Hudson X Tall and skinny A Yes New Ycr.-: A Hey :nere! P James Huntley X n iesigr.er X Artist A Oh, lord! P Ernestine Higgins P Amy Hart X Business ir:ar. A Gee whizz! A 1 m P Woo Hing Fong X Traveler X Rer. Drter A P Sandra Hoffman P Shirley Hickox X Rich A You don ' t say- A Pin a rose X Fashion designer X SECOND ROW P Nancy Holmes P Beverly Katz P Tim Jacobsen A re ' s Josie? A A Is that right? X A gal in the W.A.F.S. X X Own beat house and rent P Jackie Johnson P Barbara Hertz teats A happy day! A Gads, man P Joseph Kargar X Stenographer X A good poker player A You wouldn ' t kid me, P Arlene Hardstein P Gloria Hyde would you? A ing unusual A Walnut 7472 X X Glamorous X Riveter at P James Holland P Geraldine Jordan P Marian Isenstein A A good deal A Dear A T:r —urn X Naval navigator X Actress X Se:: P Walter Ink P Eleanor Hill P Louanne Hall A Just tough A I.-. Harriet! A But anyway X ' hneroiogist X Happy X Sran:a ' :: = FAGS ' FCF.7Y 7HFEH A9 HOMEROOM 232 — MISS MOTT FIRST ROW P Claire Levenson A Wail, I gotta tell you some- thing! X A writer? P Gladys Levine A Oh, is he cute X Artist P Jeanine Keable A Am I starved X Secretary P Blossom Kessler A Is that so? X Welder P Gloria Levenson A Are you kiddin ' ? X Able to play Beethoven Concerto perfectly in three days P Harriet Kessler A Character X Towers ' Model P Judy Lindenberq A How excruciating! X Bosses wile P Marilyn Levy A Wake up and live X A midget P Shirley La Tourrette A No se X No si P David Leanse A Duh, yeah X Six feet tall SECOND ROW P Edmund Kiesslinq A Testa rosa X Forester P Ann Lewinson A Are we kiddin ' X Bruin PAGE FORTY-FOUR P Doris Lampart A Where ' s Beverly ' X Somebody ' s wife! P Nancy Kinney A Are we kiddin? X A garbage woman P Margie Lesnett A I ' m somebody nobody loves X Beachcomber P Louise Kosches A The wrong thing at the wrong time X An interior decorator P Thelma Kemp A You know where you can go, honey X I don ' t know (do you?) P Sally Klein A Don ' t turn around now X Hair stylist P Elaine Linden A Hi there! X Announce P Barbara Klipper A Heavens to Betsy X An author P Kenneth Knollenberg A ?!?-$ (censored) X Photographer THIRD ROW P Bob Kohagen A I wish school was out X A doctor P Henry Knox A Boy, ooh boy! X Who knows P Joe Levy A How should I know? X Aircraft engineer P Norman Kompaniez A Tough, tuff X President of the United States P Roy Langstalf A Highly amusin ' X Designer P Richard Lightner A You ' re kidding X A doctor P Fred Lacy A Hi X Skier P Leonard Lassoif A Lend be a nickel X Garbage man P Alan Livingston A What a queer — X Hobo ABSENTEES P Keith Kesterinr A Hi, Joe, what ' s cooking? X A sailor P Hella Lewin A I ' m hungry X Musician FOURTH ROW P Irl Korsen A ' Wish I was a B9 X Another Don Budge P Marvin Kossin A Oh! fine X Player of the week (???) P Martin Lassar A Oh! fungus X Aeronautical engineer P Walter Levine A Grinaler McGee of the Royal Mounted X Aeronautical engineer A9 HOMEROOM 115 — MISS REPPY FIRST ROW P Donnabelle Loos A Fiddlesticks! X Candy maker P Janet McCarty A Oh, dear! X Actress P Marilyn Marxmiller A Are you kiddin ' ? X An explorer P Delia Metzgar A Why? X Private secretary P Marilyn Miller A Hi, kid! X Business secretary P Joan Maclnnes A Where ' s Bud Chariton? X A redhead P Bonnye MacPhail A You and whose army? X Alaskan nurse P Roslyn Lutinsky A Take a pill and evaporate! X Model P Patricia Miller A Oh, don ' t be a jerk! X A boogie woogie player SECOND ROW Miss Reppy P Jim McFaul A Hm, not bad! X Navy flier P Catherine MacLeod A Laws! X Dress designer P Joan MacRae A Who, me? X Model P Shirley Martin A Don ' t be so slow X A traveler P Adrienne Mager A Wonderful! X Someone important P Phyllis Milno A That ' s awfully good of you X Seventeen (17) and in love P Mignon Marowitz A Are you kiddin ' ? X A singer P Josephine Migliaccio A Where ' s Nancy? X Professional ice skater P Win Loftus A Are you kidding? X College graduate THIRD ROW P Bill McKelvy A Tough! X Doctor P Clinton McClish A Are you kiddin ' ? X U. S. Navy pilot officer P Lillian Love A Joy of life X Who knows? P Norma Lombard A Everybody ' s wrong; Barry ' s right! X Spinster with 13-room haunted house P Mary Merritt A If he isn ' t kidding, he sure should be X Old maid with 13 cats to eat Dick ' s rats P Mary McMaster A We ' ll pin a rose on you X A private secretary to (?) P Elaine Meena A Oh, fudge! X In business with Lylo Lou P Bob Mintz A Oue ' un moron! X Print shop gremlin P Clyde Mitchell A Yah, but ... . X Engineer FOURTH ROW P John Mitchell A Lend me a dime, Bud X BIO P John LoBuono A Uh! Huh! X Musician P Marian McMasters A Here I am! X Opera singer P Pal Mansbach A Where ' s Marian? X Gray before I ' m twenty P Pat McCassy A Hey, Marty! X Doctor P Pat Martin A Where ' s McCassy? X Nurse P John Mestakidis A Look, Andrews! X Marine chaplain P Richard McMullin A Tough T-U-F-F ! X Aeronautical engineer NOT IN PICTURE P Barry Mattes A Everybody ' s wrong; Nor- ma ' s right! X A scrub lady P Jeanette MacDonald A No, I wasn ' t named after her X Singer P Harriett Margolis A I tried X Opera singer PAGE FORTY-FIVE A9 HOMEROOM 123 — MRS. SCHWEICKERT FIRST ROW (left lo right) P Pat Peabody A This is getting interesting, Barbara X Nurse P Gloria Nielson A Not bad X Private secretary P Pat O ' Brian A Oh! he is kidding of course X Old maid and help take care of Mary ' s cats P Lois Pettegrew A Darn it! X Designer P Beverly Provisor A Silly girl X Bacteriologist P Shirley Pearl A Aw, quit it! X Singer with band P Barbara Pieifier A Where ' s Do-Do? X Dress designer P Margaret Moss A I told you so X A $ucce$$ P Molly Ann Rehart A Something that shouldn ' t have been said X Unquestionable flop SECOND ROW P Virginia Nelson A Oh, HAVE! II it around X Commercial artist P Lorraine Roberts A Hello, therel X Nurse P Sue Robinson A Hi, there! ZA happy medium P Jenny Rand A Just for laughs X Old maid P Laura Lee Riesland A Carumba! X Foreign correspondent P ludith Ramstead A Got a hot story X Foreign correspondent P Ardath Rorcross A Let ' s go! X Archaeologist P Dorothy Potter A Oh, you goon! X Secretary P Anita Rolnick A Now, dearl X Actress THIRD ROW P Robert Olson A Are you sure? X Full General P Le Claire Ray A Darn it! X Doctor P Bob Reingold A Oinkl oink! X A sailor P Duane Nugen A ? ? ? X B-10 P John Norris A I wouldn ' t say that X Engineer P Arthur Pearl A later X Doctor P Norman Roberts A Little chum X Engineer P Bill Robbins A Are you kidding, kid? X Navy pilot P Larry Ransdell A But Mr. Corely! X Band leader FOURTH ROW P Ronald Olney A Nothing X Radio technician P Andre Previn A Okay, honey bunch X Concert pianist P Gordon Ringer A Are you a queer? X Doctor P Carolyn Roan A You ' re in a rut X Nurse P Luba Monasevitch A He ' s a doll! X Censored??!! P.Coraline Robertson A Too much of nothing X Older P Bob Powell A Super X Mechanical engineer P Jack Price A Boy! X Marine NOT IN PICTURE P Sol Richman A Where ' s Sonenberg? X General P Saul Notelowich A Oh, no! X Doctor P Dick Oakley A Bull! X Pilot PAGE FORTY-SIX ft o -4% 4r A9 HOMEROOM 215 — MISS YOUNG FIRST ROW P Phyllis Selzer A All right, don ' t say hello X A private secretary P Marilyn Segal A Too bad! X Policeman P Mary Seccombe A Oh, gee whiz! X A secretary P Evelyn Schroeder A I guarantee you X Glenn Miller ' s vocalist P Bernardine Schutlen A Where ' s Zep? X A designer P Marcia Sher A Where ' s Dolores? X Mrs. A. Ladd P loan Rosenburg A I ' m Joan, not Tune X A nurse in the Army P June Rosenburg A I ' m not Joan; I ' m June X A nurse in the Navy P Virginia Seltin A Hiya! X Moron P Betty Sells A Nothing X Older P Sema Rosenbaum A Hiyal X A success SECOND ROW P Sheldon Rubin A Zooty booty X Sailor P Robert Rubin A I ' m glad you think so X I can ' t mention it P Don Rosenthal A Hot stuff! X Banker P Phil Saltzman A Pipe the babe! X A millionaire P Marvin Sacks A Is that good or bad? X A lawyer P Bob Shock A What ' s buzzin ' ? X Engineer P Al Roth A Tuff X Band leader P Jack Sellers A Are you kiddin ' ? X Football coach P Leonard Shapiro A Eye doctor X Watchmaker P Bill Sellers A Nothin ' X Football coach THIRD ROW P Lois Schrader A You had that one coming X Journalist P Nancy Roth A Wel-1-1-1-1-1 X Secretary P Joyce Ruby A Are you kiddin ' ? X Secretary P Louise Sargent A Where ' s???? X Housewife P Rose Marie Seeger A Gee, he ' s cute! X A graduate of Annapolis P Ruth Schwarzer A Oh, gosh! X Nurse P Helen Salz A The wrong thing X A model P Edith Schwartz A X P Dolores Rosen A Hey, there! X Dress designer P Sally Schnable A Hi, there! X A singer FOURTH ROW P Peter Schwab A Have you ever looked at yourself, bud? X Bachelor P Bob Rosen A Hello, little chum X Golfer P Paul Sanders A I ' m sure X President P Jim Schumacher A Gee, what a moron! X Awaited to the end P Hugo Schmidt A Where ' s Joan? X Doctor P Ted Sackett A Where ' s Mary? X A millionaire P Gilbert Shea A Honest a Pete! X Go to Stanford P Bob Schonfeld A Censored X Six feet of brain, brawn, and muscle PAGE FORTY-SEVEN A9 HOMEROOM 121— MRS. EDGERTON FIRST ROW P Barbara Smith A Good gosh! X Private secretary P Jo Anne Stolaroif A Oh, fudge! X Famous P Lillian Swanson A Ain ' t that cute? X Dancer and singer P Lillian Tardy A Check that! X Singer P Joanne Spence A Thrill, thrill! X Dental technician P Carol Stambaugh A Hi!! X A success P Dawn Slatin A Oh, boy, what a physique! X Censored P Barbara Sutterman A Censored X Chemical engineer P Joyce Springwater A You ' re kidding of course X Require a mathematical mind P Barbara Speer A Hey, loan! wait for me X Sing for an orchestra SECOND ROW P Taylor Sloan A Very little X Wrifei P Carl Sperry A Too much in class X Civil engineer P Francis Smith A They ' re trying to impeach me X Mechanical engineer P Everette Smith A Yes, sir X Quartermaster P Mark Suffin A Are you kidding? X Radio technician P Dan Stuart A It ' s kinda dumb X Business man P Keith Tengwald A Sabotage X Business man P Morton Steinberg A You don ' t say? X Truant officer P Richard Sobel A Hi-ya, Buck! X A sky scraper THIRD ROW P Gloria Shrigley A Say, now X Doctor ' s office assistant P Nancy Stone A Please help me X Pick up papers P Claire Spreckels A Thank you, please, etc. X A pogo-stick water P Lorraine Sherman A Oh, I forgot! X Flyer P Adelaide Smither A Oh, my gosh! X Another Fulton Lewis P Leota Thompson A Think wast X Technical engineer P Diane Solomon A It ' s got pants on, Eileen! X Quarterback on the U. C. L. .A team P Betty Smith A Honest to goodness! X Nurse P Audrey Sherer A Gosh sakes! X Secretary P Margie Stuebing A No, not me X A backscratcher P Lillian Siegel A Gee! He looks like H. Crosby X Singer FOURTH ROW P Norman Smuckler A Wouldn ' t you like to know? X Engineer P Conway Stratford A Fui Fuisti???? X Endocrinologist (sawbones) P Dick Thornburgh A Wanta buy a bid? X President after Roosevelt P Luther Stone A Polyorthoparahydroxy- benzilalcoholanadride X Solar energy technology professor P Vernon Thompson A Keen, boy, keen! X Engineer P Ralph Spriggs A Take it easy, son X Business man P Jack Sparks A How should I know? X Private P Tom Thomason A Hot crumb! X Bone cracker NOT IN PICTURE P Ronald Starre A You wouldn ' t kid me, would you? X Radio announcer PAGE FORTY-EIGHT A9 HOMEROOM 155 — MR. VANCE FIRST ROW P Linsley Wyanl A Tough — T-u-f-f! X Electrical engineer P Yosef Tiber A But, Mr. Engbergl X Doctor P Gene Wohlberg A Are you kiddin ' ? X President of the U. S. P Martin Weinberger A Yea, Yankees! X Sports announcer P Waller Wentz A Are you kidding? X Football coach P Roger Ward A For crying in the beer X Obstetrical surgeon P Dick Walsh A Censored X Bachelor P Barry Watt A Hands off! X Assistant garbage collector SECOND ROW P Nadine Tubor A Where is Bette? X A model P Carolyn Wyse A These darn braces! X Writer P Virginia Wiggins A Don ' t ask mel X Kindergarten teacher P Lois Wulf A I don ' t know X Secretary P Pat Van de Carr A You ' re telling I? X Dress designer P Esther Williams A Horrors! X WAVE P Dorothy Ward A Something dumb X WAACY P Sally Walsh A What ' s cookin ' ? X Beachcomber ' s wife ' s sister P Jane Welch A For crying in the gin! X Put away permanently P Charlene Weiss A Oh, boy, check that! X Artist and clothes di THIRD ROW P Beatrice Weiler A (Click, click) you know! X A reporter P Max Wartnik A Tuff! X Draftsman P Tom Williams A Zoot! X Marine P Bill Wull A Let ' s eat! X Pilot P Clarence Waterman A That ' s kind of crude X Go to Stanford P Edward Webb A A lot of nothing X Just about everything P Cresap Watson A That ' s tuff! X Student of Cal Tech P Bob Trgman A The nerve of that guy! X Printer Mr. Vance FOURTH ROW P Beverly Webber A Oh, tine 1 X Reporter P Valerie Waintraub A Where ' s Dorothy? X Interior decorator P Dorothy Waintraub A Where ' s Valerie? X Foreign correspondent P Dolores Winnick A Where ' s Marcia? X Another Betty Grable P Evelyn Vogel A Oh, brother! X Model P Vivian Wilder A How tall is he, Sandy? X Secretary P Lorelle Winston A Boy, am I hungry! X Marine flier P A X P A X P A X Jackie Yarbrough Honestly? Kindergarten teacher Barbara Welling Hi! Foreign correspondent Joan Williams O. K. Barb, hurry upl Many things NOT IN THE PICTURE P Paul Wexler A Detained in detention X Fuller brush man P Barbara Van Horn A O. K.! X Architect PAGE FORTY-NINE THE TANTRUM STK NOT SUCH A GOOSE JUNIOR BUYS A CAR- PAGE FIFTY SPORTS — THE BACKBONE OF DEMOCRACY By BEATRICE WEILER Two teams of girls are playing basketball on a sandy field of a high school. Another girl on the sideline has a watch in her hand; she is the timer. Still another is the scorer. The coach, who is also a teacher of physical education, is sitting quietly on a bench, watch- ing. She has nothing to do with the game that is entirely in the hands of the participants. Here is a good example of the democratic process working in the lives of the young, just by playing a game, whether it be in summer or winter, spring or autumn. The priciples of real sport are the principles of democracy. Democracy means respect for the other man. So does sport. We respect the good opponent, win, lose, or tie, no matter who or what she or he may be. Democracy means a nation working together for the common good. In athletics this is called team-play. Democracy is taught, not from the platform, but on the playing field; not by talk, but by actual performance. In this way the youth of the nation can subconsciously absorb the basic principles of democracy. By taking part themselves in real sport and seeing them in practice will prepare the youth of America for the hardships that are later to come; and they will take it on the chin, like any boy or girl should take it, since that is the Democratic Way. 0 QoJU- M « «5ls ? PAGE FIFTY-ONE PAST GYM CAPTAINS MISS ROBINSON By BEATRICE WEILER Miss Robinson, the girls ' physical educa- tion teacher, came to John Burroughs in 1939, after having taught at three other schools of the Los Angeles City School System, has certainly gained the respect of her pupils during her five years of teaching at J.B. During her stay here at J.B., one of the most thrilling moments of her school career came just three years ago as she caught her first glimpse of the field, which looked as if it was surrounded by a mass of angels running around, since all the girls were wearing white blouses and shorts on the volleyball Play Day. She sincerely hopes that she may once again see this lovely sight which she shall always remember as her career, as a teacher of John Burroughs. MRS. BAXTER By LORELLE WINSTON One of the favorite gym teachers and one of the most loved is Mrs. Grace Baxter, who has been the Girls ' Corrective Gym teacher at John Burroughs for 12 years. This year, because the A9 gym class is so large, Mrs. Baxter was forced to have a reg- ular gym class, instead of a Corrective class. Mrs. Baxter can remember the days when the gym suits consisted of long black stock- ings covering the elastic bloomers that were knee length, and white middy blouses. Many of the old Burr ' s show pictures of Mrs. Baxter ' s pet dog, Sir Walter Raleigh, who is none other than a Cocker Spaniel. Mrs. Baxter thinks J.B. is one of the best schools in which she has taught and hopes to remain here for a long time to come. MRS. O ' DRISCOLL By BEATRICE WEILER Following a long list of temporary and substitute teachers, Mrs. O ' Driscoll came to J.B. after serving one semester at Louis Pas- tuer. She originally came from Hollenbeck Junior High School, but hopes to continue her stay here at John Burroughs. If coaxed, Mrs. O ' Driscoll will probably show you a photo of her two children, Mar- garet Jane, six, and John, aged four. PAGE FIFTY-TWO JUNIOR NEW LEAGUE CAPTAINS SENIOR NSW LEAGUE CAPTAINS PAGE FIFTY-THREE SERGEANTS SECRETARIES C PTAINS GYM DOINGS By REBECCA FROST Almost everyone agrees that gym is one of the best periods in the day. With so many things to play and with those peppy gym teachers, there isn ' t a minute to lose. This year, with many rainy days, more of the gym periods were spent indoors. But no one minded, for fun was had by all. Maybe it was a new dance step you learned, or maybe you marched to the Marine ' s Hymn. Whichever it was, you must agree, it wasn ' t bad. Skills, social games, and team games are played on sunny days, and among the games played are volleyball, handball, baseball, and tennis. The cooperation of the girls has been very good this year, and everyone has enjoyed our new gym teacher, Mrs. O ' Driscoll. BASEBALL By LORELLE WINSTON Ball three, strike three, you ' re out. These chants may be heard as many of the girls are playing baseball. This sport, outside of vol- leyball, is one of the favorites. The girls may be seen playing baseball during their gym period or during Noon League. GYM OFFICERS By LORELLE WINSTON The job of Gym Captain is to keep her girls in roll call order until the roll is taken. Each gym class has a captain, sergeant, and secretary. The sergeant ' s job is to keep a record of how many demerits the girls have. The ser- geants are probably the most disliked be- cause they have to give the girls demerits when they are not completely dressed, when their shirt tails are out, or when they are wearing jewelry. The secretaries keep a record of the ab- sences of the girls and take roll after the tardy bell rings. NOON LEAGUE By JOAN ROSENBURG Volleyball is one of the games played by the girls in noon league at J.B. during the noon hour. Each team has about nine or ten people on it. All of the teams rotate around to the different courts so that they may have a chance to play each other. Baseball is another game played in the noon league tournament. The object of the tourna- ment is to work up to diamond 1. It goes back to court ten with volleyball and then works up to court one in volleyball; then diamond four, baseball; and on up to diamond one. In Noon League there are senior and junior teams. The senior noon league is for the A8 ' s, B9 ' s, and A9 ' s. The junior noon league is for the B7 ' s, A7 ' s, and B8 ' s. PAGE FITY-FOUR AMERICA PLANS FOR THE FUTURE Heroes from all over the battlefronts of the globe have come back to their beloved United States and told the story that American ath- letes are the most adept soldiers, that Ameri- can athletes are the quickest thinkers when thinking means life or death, and that Ameri- can athletes provide the leadership an d team- work that our armed forces so desperately need. These tough and grizzled veterans of war came back from their heroic exploits only to tell fellow Americans the terrific stress that must be placed on complete physical fitness. Besides being able to meet scholastic re- quirements, school pupils must take into con- sideration physical training as another stand- ard to better, not only for healthy, strong bodies, but to build up something where a foundation for education, war and peace can be permanently placed. Yet despite all these necessities of physical training our youth casually consider friendly athletics just a means of play, but there is, although not many realize it, the greatest single benefit that any form of instruction or play can give you. That benefit, the strength- ening of America ' s limbs and muscles, makes up sturdy backs where the burden every great nation holds can be safely carried. Baseball, basketball, football, tennis, hand- ball, soccer and volley ball are all included in the curriculum that is attempting to give Burroughsonians a training that even in peace cannot be passed off as a light need. Through our physical education instructors we, despite a condition of lackadaisicalness displayed by Burroughsonians in cooperation with their teacher, are getting privileges that others are missing in a thousand different ways. Many of us do not realize how fortunate we really are in having athletic equipment and a good sized gymnasium. Martin Weinberger. Boys ' Sport Editor Far Near PAGE FIFTY-FIVE i BURROUGHS BOYS WORKERS By SHERWOOD FEINBERG Adding their voices to the hum of drill presses, lathes, spot-welding machines, tapers and other machines so vital to the maintenance of a total war output, are a large group of John Burroughs boys. A few get up at 3:30 in the morning and work from this time until 8:30. Others spend Saturdays and Sundays working in plants, markets, de- partment stores, in order to relieve the man- power shortage which has become so much of a problem in the last few months. They are taking the places of the eighteen-year-olds who have joined the services so rapidly since the new draft law went into effect. There are few J.B. boys that will not hold down a full- time job during the vacation months, doing the work of grown men, both physically and mentally. Many will go to the Y.M.C.A. Harvest Camps and relieve the critical farm labor shortage. This will not be easy work. Ten hours a day, six days a week in 135 degree temperature. And others will go to Oregon to work in the forestry camps, an occupation which is also vital to the war effort. PAGE FIFTY-SIX f J 7 HALL OF FAME By JIMMIE APPELL RALPH CARVER— better known as Daddy Long Legs, ' ' has been chosen for the Hall of Fame because of his exception ability in the field of basketball. Ralph captains the A9 five and plays center on the All-Star Team. Ralph has maintained a steady scoring streak all through the season. He has also lead the field of high-point men with an average of 17 digits per game. He maintains an all-time high of 23 points, which he scored against the Senior Bee ' s. Because of his massive mitt, Ralph is a natural for basketball, but also goes in for baseball in a small way. He maintains the end position on the football team. MORGAN CRAFT — Morgy, as he is known to his friends, was placed among the torrid four for his exceptional ability in the field of football, where he plays halfback on the A9 eleven. He is known for ability to fling that well- known pigskin around; he also can punt the ball around a bit. Morgan also holds down an outer garden position on the A9 baseball team, where he has maintained a good batting average. Morgy also dabbles in basketball. SHERWOOD FEINBERG— Sonny was chos- en for the Hall of fame not only because of his massive physique but also for his fame as catcher on the A9 All-Star Ball Swatters Team. Sonny has held down the captaincy for two years prior to his A9 term. Sonny, so-called by very close friends, has a secret yearning to become an amateur boxer. He is also known for his ability to play running guard for the A9 football team. Cap- taincy for three terms doesn ' t seem to have cramped Sonny ' s style any, and we mourn anybody who gets in Sonny ' s way. ROBERT SAMUEL ANDREWS — or just plain Andy, was placed among the famous four for his ability as the Senior A first base- man. He has upset many a plan to defeat the A9 ' s by his ability to get a hold onto the horsehide and to punch that old ball around out in the fields. Andy is noted for his famous long spiraling passes, which he throws from his left halfback position on the football team. Another An- drews feature is his coffin com punts, which really sail right where he wants them. Bob is also quite a hand in the gentle art of sinking baskets. o %. ggp PAGE FIFTY-SEVEN SENIOR B BASEBALL TEAM A9-B9 AFTER-SCHOOL BASEBALL GAMES By JIMMIE APPELL Although only five Senior A-Senior B games were played this term, the A9 ' s always seem to have come out on top of the heap. The closest the Bee ' s came to defeating the mighty seniors was the 7-9 score, which for a while had the A9 Ball Swatters a bit worried. Lineup A9 B9 S. Feinberg C H. Handelsman B. Andrews lb D. Sunken R. Starre 2b B. Whitney T. Thomason 3b B. Novick M. Craft If B. Charition A. Alper rf S. Block D. Cowan cf O. Aldine D. Carter ss H. Clark Johnson P Halpern A9 BASEBALL TEAM PAGE FIFTY-EIGHT A9 ALL STAR BASKETBALL TEAM A9 BASKETBALL TEAM By JAMES APPELL and RALPH CARVER F— Capt. Ralph Carver [G ' Wz , 165 lbs.) Ralph Carver, former center, now forward on the A9 team, has captained the team for the past term. His favorite shot is a right- handed push shot, which has gained him the title of high-point man. F— Hugo Schmidt (51 1 Vz , 140 lbs.) Hugo Schmidt is one of the school ' s finest shooters, being specially adept in the one- handed push shot. Hugo, a first-string for- ward, always accounts for his share of the team ' s points. He also has a very good floor game, and takes the ball away from many an opponent. C— Joe Levy (5 ' 8 , 150 lbs.) The runt of the squad is very much of a terror because of the spring in his legs. Joe usually draws the job of guarding a much taller man at center. He likes the right-handed push shot, and pivot shot from the center slot. G— Phil Saltzman (5 ' 10 , 140 lbs.) Phil Bud Saltzman, as the fellows call him, holds down the first-string guard posi- tion, but usually finds himself bottled up at the most unexpected times. Phil, besides specializing on guarding, pushes those long shots from away-out, and he usually makes them with startling accuracy. G— Arthur Alper (5 ' 11 , 140 lbs.) Arthur Red Alper is also a guard, and a very fine one too. Red is a potent rebound man, and also a very good dribbler. Red is also very good on long shots, and has a few specialty shots to throw in besides. He is left-handed and always makes a great deal of the team ' s points. PAGE FIFTY-NINE fit ft MONITORS ' DUTIES By MARTIN WEINBERGER Stabilizing a difficult and hazardous pro- gram of keeping, to a certain extent, order from the shower room to the Gym lines has been the task faced and met by the present crop of Gymnasium Monitors. This group has maintained a precedent almost too high to reach, but one which has enabled shower numbers to be easily and quickly registered on large and complicated shower cards which are then transferred to the final report cards. During the period that elapses between the ten minutes of the shower bell to the passing sound of freedom, deadline monitors have controlled the many boys that, shall be put it mildly, stall around the ditching line. Still other members of the Burroughs Corps enable the many students of the three gym classes to easily and quickly check out all types of sports equipment. Although monitors patrol almost every minute of the 50-minute long classes, they do it in a manner designed not to make enemies of the many students, but to bring about cooperation between patroller and patrollee. J.B. has an amazing amount of athletic equipment also, and provides the students with a large gymnasium, and scads of base- balls, footballs and every type of a sphere imaginable. This equipment is put to good use in building strong healthy bodies and minds and gives J.B.ites an edge over under- privileged schools. PHYSICAL EDUCATION TEACHERS Generally J.B. has supported each grade with three gym teachers — one corrective and two normal and regular gym activity groups. However, since the beginning of the present semester the student originally slated to fill out Mr. Wight ' s instructions has found to delight and dismay, Mr. Ogelsby, Mrs. De- lany, Mr. Wilson and many others as the various present term instructors. The man- power shortage has hit J.B., but Mr. Perkins has come to the campus ' rescue and pro- vided J.B. with a third teacher. Mr. Albro Lundy and Mr. George Swarthout are the cooperative veterans of our coaching staff, with Mr. Swarthout maintaining his authority since John Burroughs dawned to the world, and Mr. Lundy recently arriving here from Polytechnic. Instruction during gym periods varies from physical training, which includes exercises or brief trots around the athletic field. Then decathlon takes form as the next means oi physical training, with different events being scheduled for spring and winter terms. They include baseball throw for distance and accuracy, 50-yard dash, broad jump, hop-step- and-jump, football throw for distance, pig- skin punt, etc. Many Burroughsonians, after setting astounding records for Junior High athletes, have gone on to become track and field stars. These include Lloyd Miller, who stars at Fairfax in the 100, 220, and board jump. PAGE SIXTY FIRE BRIGADE Hugo Schmidt, C, A. Robert Akins, Tom Wickstrom, John Mestakidis, Norman Smuck- ler, C, Bob Cohen, A., Ralph Spriggs, A., Alan Saltzman, Morgan Craft, C, Red Alper, Stanley Cohen, A., Art Walker, Bunny Bogate, Jack Silberman, Wayne Glodman, Milo Thom- as, Larry Bub, Armand Fullerton, A., John Jorden, Bob Powell, Bob Lancett, Allyn Rouse, Bob Novick, Tom Thomasen, C, Bill Broad- bent, George Cline, A., Don Carter, Harold Gerry, C, Clarence Waterman, Ted Sackett, Stanley Bloch, Ralph Carver, Judge Finley, Bob Frye, Carlton Schumacker. HALL PATROLMEN By JIM APPELL The Hall Patrol, under the able direction of Miss Mills and Mr. Engberg, now in its second term, has done exceedingly good work. Cutting down on the running in the halls has been its main object this term, although loud talking, eating in the halls, and slamming lockers were also discouraged by the patrol- men. PAGE SIXTY-ONE SENIOR NOON LEAGUE CAPTAINS INS SENOR NOON LEAGUE Team Baseball Team Basketball Won Lost Tie Won Los! Tie i.. ...2 3 1 4 1 1 2.. ... 1 3 1 2 5 1 3.. ... 2 2 1 3 6 4.. ... 1 4 4 1 5 5.. ... 3 2 5 3 2 1 6.. ...2 2 1 6 6 7.. ...5 7 3 3 8 2 2 1 8 1 4 1 JUNIOR NOON LEAGUE Team Baseball Team Basketball Won Lost Tie Won Lost Tie i.. ... 1 2 2 1 2 i 1 2.. ... 1 2 2 2 2 2 3.. ... 3 2 3 3 1 4. . ... 4 1 4 3 1 5.. ... 1 2 2 5 3 1 6 1 2 2 6 3 1 JUNIOR NOON LEAGUE CAPTAINS PAGE SIXTY-TWO SIGNATURES ,.r. i