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

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gentle nudge. x 1 I This time she did not swerve from her bid ave Cynthia a firm, but Oh, by the way, said Cyn, as ' thd t d just come to her, so t What are you doing the night of e - 's Senior Prom--it's formal-it's going to be lovel ll e? he whole thing led from her lips at cmpe y icat istserlgvas no longer so is ' ted so far as I aecon . ' a yo er er, t ou can bly ppr iate my position in famil airs. All my life, s far b as I can emember, I have always been t ' ' al Hard Lu Kid.' f a o ll went through a neighbor's window, it was always my oo atm o . If a little girl's doll was broken, it was always I who rokeQ4 B no every one seemed to forget that I was the modern Peck's ad Bo .' C ia started address- ing me as Roger, instead of the usu Jai B t I wasn't so dumb! As soon as she started that, I was o y guard, a - not a ' ute to soon. Mother and Cynthia began t clam fl n I- '-- I er of the day was Roger, get the '- mg so . ' oger, ll for 1- : s 's dress at the tailor's, and so f . E e i en y ' if r est in some small way, there s7 ix - to ec tj m protestations. Much to my reli , the day of prom finally e . I must confess that I neve I ought I ould live to s the da . And now t think of it, perh s it would ve been better i I had j ' ed the orei legion. Cynt a and Mother ose with the s . I rose it em o because th ' woke me to go another errand. N er in my li did I see two pe ple fuss nd fu e the wa ey di an ever in my ' e did I hear of ch ridicu us err ds as I was mad o run that da In th course of e same mo ing, I h d to go around t the beauty arlor to c ange an pointment, e Cynthia s evening shoe t th aker, go Mrs. rdiner's to see ' she had tumed Mother' ironing wire, an o lon ' to the day. That is w I ent my Saturday. Wh' e he other lc s were in th emp y lot cking e regular ball team, I was doi g antics ar und th 0 If t i t a su eme sacrifice, I want to kn wh t is! W PROM EVENING ally a rived, nd ith it e a re- splendent n. Mother says he l ked a solutel han ome Father was busy ith a jig-saw puzzle. ch famil crises mean no ing to him and Mother s still ing aro nd with Cy g her d s, her hair-do, and Rfb? ,.

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lb I e gh Q ' I d. I guess there's one person in th '. orld 'll never understand, and that's my mother. She can't seem to c e ' : there is no reason for my going ested in women, and th l'm neve - 3 arry, she only smiles and goes right on talking abou da'nEQ sc oo . The only way I n e is by telling you about my sis- ter, Cynthia. QB , can I tell y mother at the cause of my decision is her only daught '?j Cyn - always O.K. to me, but her downfall came when she beca e a Senio n high school. The whole thing really started about the thir mon ' - term. As if it d p a ed, Cynthia shopping around for a date for the p as soon a e first report c home. It seems to me, that every n , t she'd sit - . wp- and mak st of all the boys to dancing School. No f tter es I tell her illat I'm not inter- : ,plain she knew well, slight 63 hope o meet , by a process of elimination, which req r :' - n of the entire household, the list was narrowed down to bout fi : fig! yonlng men of prom age. Cyn continued this procedur until well after thq mid-terms. At that point, she got panicky and decide that a decision had o tter be made, before each of the eligihles was snappe -,- - o on A -: - ecting classmate. The Fates had decide g Q lan Carlton w Q elected to the enviable posi- tion of Sis's escort. Some da 'm going to d out what went on at the other end of the wire whe Cynth 1 called Ala to invite him to the prom. I'll never forget Cynthia as she ma e that call! Oh, Mother, suppos he d 't want o go, wailed sophisticated Cynthia. Nonsense, dear, so e o patient ther. All boys love proms. And then, for the umteenth ime me the s ry of her high school prom. Finally, Cynthia got d t brass t s Hello Alan, quavered my sister as the gentleman in v esti ans red e telephone. How are you? How's your mother, and yo r f ' ther, and ur brother, and-. Being a man of action I 1: waited s lts. Little did I realize that, as I sat quietly in my comer, 1' ning to y thia talk about everything but the question at hand, that this as the beg' ning of my period of servitude. Presently, Mother, who is a woman of 3 eat fortitude and will power, pur- posefully began walking to s d her b bling daughter for the fourth time. I2

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a million and one other things. Naturally enough, they elected me a com- mittee of one to sit with Alan and keep him company. Not being one of Alan's closest buddies and feeling the difference of three years in our ages keenly, I tried to produce a subject which would be common ground for us both and entertaining to Alan. Naturally, the closest thing at hand was Sis and her preparations for the Prom. I enumerated the preparations emphatically and in great detailg the man hunt, the infamous phone call to Alan, the purchase of the dress and its accessories, the new hair-do, the arrival of Alan's flowers, and Sis's last minute attack of nerves. I guess I didn't hit on the right topic of conversation because it has been a week now, and our dog, Crumb, is the only member of the family who seems to recognize my existence. as as as If that's the way women behave every time they go out, I'll be hanged if I'll waste my good time on them. SUE MOSKOWITZ 6990 'G When sadness fills each lonely day And clouds turn black and then to gray, When twilight comes and day is done We pray the Lord to see the sun. But yet we mortals all should learn That sun can blister, often burn, Its rays may hurt the searching eye Of those tormented, asking why. Reviving hearts may lift them high, And warm them with a happy glow, Then slip away from the pale blue sky- And let them crash to earth below. Oh, yes, we mortals all should learn That sun can blister, often bum But without faith what can life hold? For with the warmth we have the cold. ADELE LEFKOWITZ I4