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

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who had won the Pulitzer prize for her poem Television at Dusk. While I worried on about the message I knew was bound to come, I noticed two heads close together, a blonde one and a darker one. The blonde was LOUISE DUBIN, New York social worker, whose efforts had created a new school for delinquent children. The black-haired girl was GLORIA LANDSMAN whose sparkling voice had made the new song, Beat Me Grandpa with My Baby Brother, first on the Hit Parade. I was just about to walk overito LOIS HIRTENSTEIN, whose famous defense of her last client had made her the most well-known woman lawyer in America, when I heard a shriek and an arm thrown around my neck. It was MILDRED HARRIS who had just discovered vitamin Q, which was sup- posed to prevent gray hair, insure big muscles, and to cure every illness from A to Z. The same old Millie who had laughed while, shivering with cold, I had paraded down Second Avenue in a gym suit during a fire drill. We were further reminiscing when the waiter told me I was wanted on the phone. I knew what it wasg Jonathan had the measles. Oh, I forgot to tell you, Jon is my two-year-old son, and about the only famous thing I've accomplished. ANN KLEINMAN FUTURAMA Beyond the far horizon In the realm of the setting sun, Is where they harbor a youth's wild dream 'Til he's fought his fight and won. There are many who finally meet their goals 'Though the road may wind and wendg CW But there are those who find it harder And must fight to the bitter end. But only the great achieve success In victory sublime, Before their sun has had its day And sets for the very last time. I bid you while innocent youth is yours Weave dreams of the very best. Make of them goals for yourself And set your course due West! ELEANOR MARTIN 20

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THI HS lll llll To the tinkle of glasses mingled with low, subdued voices and sparkling laughter, I walked into the crowded hotel room. I nervously straightened my hat and silently prayed I wouldn't be called away from this reunion. The memory of all the many other calls that had interrupted me at other times sent chills down my back. I walked over to the large U-shaped table and my mouth opened with amazement. These sleek, sophisticated women couldn't possibly be the same girls who had madly whipped around school, plaid skirts swaying to meet high red socks and hair blowing away from large, bright bows. I felt a light tap on my shoulder and a well-modulated voice said, Hello Ann. I whirled around and the-years rolled back to a busy pub oiiice and this girl arranging a dummy for the News. nono'rHv WEBER, I gasped. Somewhere I remembered seeing a picture of this woman and then I recalled that she was the editor of the new scientific magazine Vita-health. Behind her stood SUE MOSKOWITZ who was now writing for that ultraswank publication Sophisticate. Two women walked in together and I heard a voice gaily saying, Hello Gladys, hello Jean. The short dark woman, GLADYS HARSCH, was now head of Senior Ac- tivities at Julia Richman and JEAN DUKOFF was principal of a new school. A sudden pealing of phone awoke the old feeling of fear inside of me. Here it was at last. This afternoon couldn't be diiferent, but the waiter walked right past me toward a group of three women. When they tumed around I recognized them immediately as the editors of that smart magazine, New York's woman's only guide toward dressing, Glamorous Alluref' They were FRANCINE JACOBY, FAITH RESNIKOFF and SHIRLEE STICH. I also recognized them as the three demons whose remit slips for stories I had sent them decorated my room after I had been graduated from college. Today every woman from sales girl to heiress swore by their magazine. It was they who had created the glass hats everybody was wearing. I picked up the book of poetry I had with me and casually glanced at the picture on the back cover, then I looked up at the girl standing in front of me and I knew she was the same ELEANOR MARTIN who had written the book I had been reading. This was the famous poetess, Miss E. Martin, U s I .f his I 6524345 tj fm it ts L Q TX X0 'u fltb we .9 Qty l SJ EJ

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ldikilftd C214 664 LOVK If, by chance, you should wander into our modest menage, you would find the object of this story. Katie is the maid-of-all work in our home. For fifteen years she has reigned supreme in the kitchen and, as my mother declares at the mention of her name, a better worker will never be found. She rarely takes days off, and when she does, it is to take a ride in the sub- way, which is the only thing in the world that holds any fascination for her. Although any hour of the day would find Katie looking neat as a pin, her appearance has never failed to startle me. She is so pathetically homely! Her hair gives the appearance of an upside-down mop. Her face is always the color of ripe tomatoes, whether from the heat of summer, or the frost- bite of winter. Because of the unbelievable size of her feet, shoes are the only wear- ing apparel Katie buys. For the rest of her wardrobe she is content to remake, as best she can, my mother's cast-offs. Katie always saves her money. To her, each pay day means a walk to the bank and another entry in her little blue pass book. All these years Katie has kept our apartment spic and span, never com- plaining of the lack of companionship that she suffers. But recently, there has been a strange difference in her attitude. It is no small wonder, for of all things, Katie has fallen in love!! As far as I know he is a little bald man many years Katie's senior. The object of her affections is the man who has stood day after day behind the bank teller's window where Katie has so diligently deposited her money. Here is Katie's story: After having deposited her money one aftemoon, Katie seemed to have difficulty in picking up the packages she had bought before entering the bank. As it was almost closing time, little Henry offered to help Katie carry the bundles home. Thus, a romance began that was to have a great effect on all concerned. Of course, I need not say what disastrous results this romance had on our household. It was a different Katie who cared for us then. Katie began to use cosmetics! The first day I noticed was when I went to her room and there on the dresser lay such feminine apparatus as you would find on the dressing table of a glamour girl. I need not go into any details about the disastrous attempt on the part of Katie to look glamour- ous. On another day, I found her cuddled up in the easy chair in our library reading a book. On closer inspection I saw that the book was The Collected Works of the World's Most Famous Love Letters. Need I say more? This state of affairs lasted for a few months and it became so serl us that mother was actually thinking of getting another maid. Thenf?iH'dE'f1I'y if A ' Ulf I fp L Nm Rl