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

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shelf. Bits of tinfoil, string, a monopoly game, and other materials neces- sary to my brother's existence are lined up lovingly. His jeep hat, which has to teem with germs before we are allowed to wash it, sits reverently in the place of honor on the tip of the shelf. Ockie's ambitions are, to say the least, unique. Last year his ultimate hope in life was to be a collector of garbageg today, he has succumbed to the charms of the radio announcer, and our ears have suifered accordingly. To put all of Ockie on paper is to pinion an illusive cloud or to cap- ture a butterfly. He is the key to scienceis quest for the secret of perpetual motion. He is an animated Alka Seltzer with a permanent fizz. NATALIE GETTINGER SPOTLIGHT SERENADE There Are Such Things ..rr.r,. . ................... CO-ED SCHOOLS Seems To Me I've Heard That Song Before o.., i..,,.. A BSENTEE NOTES Iim Getting Tired So I Can Sleep ........ It's Started All Over Again. .......... This Is No Laughing Matter ..,...i. Miss You ........r,....rr..,rrrrr.,.r.,...... Thereill Never Be Another You rr,r,v, L I Had The Craziest Dream ......i - Why Don't You Do Right? ..........rr.... L Don,t Get Around Much Any Morem- Dearly Beloved ....... - At Last .,.......,.... ASSEMBLY DENTAL NOTES SENIOR DUES EASTER VACATION NO MORE REGENTS TEACHER'S PLEA HE WAS DRAFTED RED LETTER DAY rr.. GRADUATION BARBARA DANISH 7

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X X j DDC' DD: ... ... M OCKIE li Ockie is all I have in the way of little brothers. However, if the next commodity to be rationed were little brothers, my available supply would more than suffice me for the duration of my life. All the ingredients that go into the production of a well-baked little brother are definitely to he found in Ockie. His recipe reads as follows: Take two black cherries, place them in a small white face, cover liberally with soot-black hair, throw in a chuckle that,s a cross between a high-pitched harmonica and a gurgle, allow to stand for twelve years, and you have Ockie. That is, you have the super- ficial covering of the baddest little hoy, the gladdest little gangster, or the maddest little mischief to he found between Battery Park and the Bronx. You haven't lived until youave traveled on the subway with the little menace. Other people sit quietly awaiting their destination, but not Ockie. Upon entering the car, he takes complete command. He marches to the first train and proceeds to take over an imaginary steering wheel. ln a clear piping voice, oblivious of my embarrassment and the passengers' amused snickers, he calls out stations and blazes trails to 42nd Street that no self-respecting motorman ever thought of attempting. We climb moun- tains, cross rivers, and then breathlessly at Times Square, he reins the iron monster in. Inevitably, I become so engrossed in his game that we often ride past our station wildly whistling and calling HAH aboard. Another facet of Ockieis personality is his clothes closet. He is ex- tremely neat, and row upon row of junk stands in shining array upon his 6

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A 42-.V '- 1 '43 A MANPOWER: 1943 They're awfully conceited, Just horrid, my dear! But gosh, how I wish That a few were left here. I'm choosey no longer, Old, young, short or tall, The shortageis acute, girls, So God bless ,em all. 8 FRUSTRATION I write you a letter Almost every day, I Hatter your ego In every known way. I beg you to come To our Prom in June, But you can't get a furlough- At least not that soon. Who sits home alone With a torch burning bright, And kisses your picture Before bed each night? I give you my all, And I look up to see- That you now prefer Your top sergeant to me! SHEILA BRODY Our boys are out yonder And far will they roam. They've a tough job to do Before they come home. So wherever they be, girls, Hip, hip, hoorayg Three cheers for the lads Of the U. S. A. JO AN ABISCH