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

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eerin in 5014014 with an Ol? gvienb Plodding through the rain-swept streets of Forest Hills one day, two girls could be seen making their way toward the new domain of Dr. Michael H. Lucey, former principal, and friend of Julia Richman High School. What could be more fitting than to have our own Dr. Lucey as a subject for this feature story? Your two traveling reporters crossed the expanse of the rain-drenched green which is formally known as the campus of the Forest Hills High School, and entered the building. We were awed and more than slightly amazed! We wondered if by some mistake we had not entered Shangri- la instead of a stately institution of learning. Remembering all of our training on being social-minded and charming young women, we suppressed our desire to slide across the sleek marble floors of the main foyer and instead walked across them in a manner befitting two seniors of Julia Richman. After being welcomed cordially by Dr. Lucey, we proceeded on a tour of inspection of his new home and what we saw seemed to us a modem Utopia. First, we visited numerous classrooms, and, may we say here, that a 65QQ received in a classroom like those we saw, would not be too much of a hardship on either of us. Dr. Lucey told us to sit in the chairs connected to the desks, and what do you think? They go round and round like the chairs connected to soda fountains, and other such luxurious places!! While in the classrooms, we were shown the ample room the students have in their desks for books, lunch, and other such student baggage. The lockers are even better. They have combination locks already in them, and all you have to do is to remember the combination. From that point on, we were ready for anything, we were immunized against shock. As we walked down the long tiled corridors, we exchanged gossip with Dr. Lucey about his Dear Girls and his former faculty members. We passed through the cafeteria, and our all-seeing eyes took in the fact that the tops of the tables and the chairs were covered with blue leatherette. 23

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I noticed that Katrina wasn't her usual self. Her hair was unkempt, she no longer took pride in her neat appearance and the house . . . well! What had happened? A lover's quarrel? Then one day, I gathered my courage and asked her what had happened. It seemed that due to her love interest Katie had begun to make herself as attractive as she could with the result that the handyman in the building sat up and took notice, and even was so bold as to ask her for a date. Katie, overwhelmed by this sudden attention on the part of the male species was so unwise as to inform Henry that another man sought her hand. One day he decided to take matters into his own hand and he waited patiently at the servants' entrance of the building for the handyman. Seeing a tall, husky piece of manhood stroll leisurely out of the house, Henry proceeded to hit this man in the stomach for trifling with the affections of his girl. After receiving a nasty black eye and a hit on the head, Henry found out that this was not the handyman. Henry, thoroughly disgusted with himself, took his revenge on Katie and told her that he never wanted to see her again! To make matters worse, the handyman, after leaming the reason for the attack upon him, informed Katie that he was not in the habit of courting other men's girls! Katie was left without a beau. wr 4- Pk Katrina closed the door of the apartment quietly and pulled her coat about her. She felt very strange. She had never wom a red dress before. She had bought this dress because it was for a special occasion that she would never be able to tell anyone about. Katrina put the nickel in the slot and passed through the turnstile. She walked quickly to the far end of the platform where there were few people. She drew the coat about her once more. How fitting, she thought, that she should end her life in the subway, the only thing in the world that fasci- nated her. Hadn't she bought the dress and shoes just for that reason? Suddenly she heard the rumble of the train as it sped on to the station. Now was her chance .... Just jump in front of the train. It was easy. Look at the gleam of the tracks! Look at the gleam of the tracks! Katrina was still. Her hands no longer held the coat. What!! Kill herself for a man? Never! There were other ways of regaining a lost love. Why, she had her entire life before her! Quickly, Katrina fled out of the station, just a red streak in the wind. wk nr wk As I write this, Katrina is contemplating her next move in making Henry get down to facts. Everyone in my family feels that he had better hurry so that Katie can settle down once more to the same sensible person that she was before she lost her heart. SHIRLEE STICH 22

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Not wishing to seem too unworldly, we just nodded our approval and walked on. Next, on our tour of wonderland, guided by Dr. Lucey, who was a perfect host, we took in the co-educational features of the school,-the football fields and tennis courts, the wonderful backstage facilities for show producing and make-up, the craft rooms for the boys, and the newly- equipped gym for both the boys and the girls. By this time, we had regained our power of speech long enough to exclaim loudly and with much pleasure at what we saw before us-a door which was plainly marked POWDER ROOM. We walked in cautiously, never expecting it really to be what was marked on the door, and looked around. Sure enough, it was a powder room. There were cute little cuhby holes arranged on the walls, each one containing a mirror and pads of lipstick tissues. We wouldn't have believed it either if we hadn't seen it with our own eyes. Here, Miss Forest Hills, worn and tired from a day of classroom toil, can comb her hair and make-up and exit a rejuvenated girl, ready to meet any one or anything with a fresh face. And so, our tour, so ably guided by Dr. Lucey, was at an end. After signing our names in the guest book, bidding a reluctant farewell to Dr. Lucey and promising him that we would take his best wishes and kindest regards to his Dear Girlsf' we left the building, wondering whether or not we had seen what we did, or whether we had made a mistake and were now returning to a rain-soaked world from a true Shangri-la. SHIRLEE STICH Observation My future lies before me, My past is far behind, And I stand in the middle S About to start the climb. X X I have but little knowledge Z Of what Pm going to face, But what it is informs me well, It won't be commonplace. I'm armed with a diploma That to all will signify, I've spent four long and happy years At Julia Richman High. JOAN GRAS 24