Julia Richman High School - Spotlight Yearbook (New York, NY)

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cijwlooling a Hog for 'fAe promi, HI-Iere it is May 29, and the prom-the prom that I've been Waiting for for four long years QI suspect that,s why I entered high school-to go to the prom-also the compulsory education lawj will be on the first of June. O, I can hardly wait. I've got such a csnazzy, gown--lots of skirt and silver trimmings. Will I wow them or will I? In fact-W 4LWait a minute, who are you taking?', broke in a bevy of voices. Marie looked blank. cLWho am I taking? Why, Ilm taking-Oh, my goodness, who am I taking!! I completely forgot! I don't even know one fel- low that I could take. Gals, this is serious. Youlve got to help mein , Now Marie in all her four years never had a date-inconceivable, but 1 true. To make matters worse, she didn't know any males fyoung 5 onesj. In fact she didn't even have a brother. It so happened that T Marie usually received 99,s on her report, but, that was no help to ' her now. Rain s' All of lVIarie's loyal friends helped. They introduced their stag- lines to Marie very graciously. But no, Marie wanted someone super, QMS' -af4'QS'Zv5 . . , W extra, special, someone who would make the girls eyes pop! You 'wif' It gt, know the type: Tall, dark, handsome and perhaps wearing a uni- form. ' The 30th went by. Her friends took her to their clubs. She - gave all the fellows the Hence-over.'7 None of them coincided with her idea of a Hprom man. The 31st came, and nearly went. The stag lines were ex- hausted. It was now or never, prom or no prom. She didn't X 1 t care whom she took now. Maybe her uncle would do. At least I I Q he could waltz without the all-too common utalentv of step- T ping on onels toes. He even had a tux. That sounds pretty I I 1 good, doesnlt it? But, and it's a big hut, he was forty and Q bald, oh so bald! Eyes would pop all right! t The night of the 31st came, no boy yet. 'Tll tell you I what, Marie. I'll ask Jim. IiIe,s an old friend of mine. 'f I'Ie's a fiend for proms and can he dance? You donlt l

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yes, that is correct, thank you. I remember asking him why he didn't write down these accounts and he said very kindly, uVVhen I cease to trust my friend, then will I close down my storef' During the cold weather we became aware of ,Ioe's winter costume. Let us start from the bottom up in describing it. First, his summer socks were discarded and in their place we saw heavy-knitted green stockings. We some- times wondered who had the patience to make them. Not wanting to appear inquisitive, however, we did not ask. We laughingly called his trousers uSharpie Pantsy' because they were baggy and the cuffs were turned up. In fact he looked so comical whenever he came out from behind the counter fwhich was very seldomj that we always laughed. Ah! At last we come to ,Iake's sweaters. He wore at least six, some with zippers, some with buttons, and some with hooks. He topped these off with a thick wool scarf, wrapped many times about his neck. Lastly, there was his ever faithful cap. Winter or Summer, rain or shine, Joe is never seen without his little brown cap. We asked him why he ,always wore it. He replied that he was so accustomed to his cap that he sometimes went to bed wearing it. However, I think I have discovered the real reason. I was in the store one torrid day last summer. .Ioe apparently forgetting himself, took off his cap to Wipe the perspiration from his forehead. Lo and behold! Not a single hair was there on the top of his glistening head! With a stare he remembered me, and quickly put his cap back. He turned nonchalantly to see if I were looking. I, of course, became deeply interested in a magazine at that moment. I seemed to sense the relief he felt in thinking that I had not discovered his great secret. Tomorrow when I come in he will great me with a cheery good morning. Wfhen I ask him if any of the girls have come in yet he will say, uNot yet, not yet,', and either go back to his polishing or to showing candy to a greedy little boy. MARTHA SCHLESINGER IVIETROPOLIS NIGHT Daggers of steel Velvet sounds in the muffled night That wound the sky, That cause my soul to ache, And for the sunset glO1'Y vie- Velvet sounds in the muffled night RITA SCHWARTZ My! how they keep me awake! RITA SCHWARTZ

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mind a blind date, do you?,, Thus spoke up one of Mariels friends. 4'Mind! Wihy, youire an angel in disguise, you're wonderful, you're marvelous. Here I am in the depths of despair because I have no man for the prom, and you offer me one. Darling, anything in pants will have to do at this, my hour of need. June Ist-Prom night. The bell rang. One last look in the mirror. She looked swell if she had to say so herself. Arming herself with a smile, she braved herself for come what may. She cautiously opened the door, her eyes widened in horror. But, itis impossible. This creature was at least 6 inches shorter than herself! Why, it just wasn't done-one didn't go to one's Prom with a-a baby! Conquering her emotions, she practiced her ulinen-the one she had rehearsed yesterday. He used his Hlinen too. U They arrived at the Ritz. Head in air, she preceded Jim into the ball- room. She hoped they wouldn7t laugh or poke each other knowingly. No one laughed. No one, except a few classmates, acknowledged her presence. They were too busy. It wasn't so bad after all-and he was a good dancer. This was her prom. 9 ANNA TONNESEN STUFF Itls not that lim old fashioned - OF ONE I LOVE I Or the modern things abhor G Evening I like the new-fangled notions And streamlining do adore And the music of the Wind Can openers and zippers That Smgs to me Songs of one I love. And from my automatic toas er Melodry Return another night Bring joy unto my heart I would never, never part It7S not against the radio To chant the sad, sweet eyes, The Words of one I love. MrcNoN HOMER Or camera that I moan But darn that new extension- And I thought we were alone! RITA SCHWARTZ 5 2? g' V if K fs' J , J Q ' f l 94 M f 1 if QW xxcza