Lafayette High School - Legend Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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-7 t w 'tw f ff Z. , ,mx By DORIS DAVIS infix In li! 2 I , ,K - A, i. Q JERRY FREIBAUM ANN GOLDSTEIN ,Lijii H -, Ni , fffif I I H 5353 . ,Vg .Mi 'S VN fly, in wt , tj ...xiii 55, j , T ...: ff h TQ? K p IF , . f t'n5,Ef. ip: f .,l W I KNCDLKI N AQQL l N D sy ,I 523525 f I N1 if .- . . 4 K - Hlsriy , 7. I glml' Lfyltms, rx N 1 film fl Y N-.1 :isis-we 1 .tl if I 7 'J ... 1llW,f2z- 'X f It was one of those ordinary days when we were sitting in prefect. pondering over and eliminating the classes for the day when a loud voice burst forth. It seemed to come from a-far-begging for Seniors to join up with the Legend, Our better judgment said no but did you ever hear of Seniors listening to their better judgment? So . . . Here we are! Raring to go! But nothing to write. Little did we know what we were in for when we closed our eyes and dove into a hat bringing out a paper marked Characters in Lafayette. I repeat . . . Well, here we are! With nothing to write! And sitting at the Senior tables in the Cafeteria waiting for our prey to appear. Are we sorry we started this 'cause here comes SPRAWLING SAM. He has just retumed from the food line bearing a tray laden with three sand- wiches, a hot dish, a quart of milk. pie, and chocolate pudding-not to mention the ice cream sandwich, pretzels, and potato chips. I'm sitting here contentedly eating my lunch and minding my own business when plop! This guy needs room so he throws his books in my lap. Then he spreads his food out Knot to mention his carcass! and starts slurpin' like a pig. The music is delightful except that he's keeping time to his cuds- chewing by poking his elbows in my ribs. Well, things could be worse and usually are. He grabs my dainty white handkerchief and uses it for a napkin! Now it's time for him to clean the mess up and we wonder how he's going to pass through when I pull my chair in. And he's so fat, that with much effort in pushing, and shoving. and heaving, and squeezing he's finally through. And so am I. For it's the last straw when he grabs back the books he threw in my lap and decides to take my lunch on line with him to his next class. I'm so hungry my stomach's talking, and so I decide to go on the lunch line. There are about fifty people in front of me and just as I get to the door, the odor of food sweet in my nostrils, the bell rings and it's time to go to class! O! What's the use? There's always pretzels! Well being that I'm so hungry I decide to stay here another period and wait for lane and Bill to get here. Whew! Thank goodness that's over. Here they come now. I couldn't stand Sam for another period. And stand is right, for the chair has just been pulled out from under me! I am concentrat- ing with my colleagues over characters and one of them walks right up to me. ,,.You'd think Bill would stop him . . . O No! Not Bill. He lets the guy pull the chair out from under me and watches as I slip gracefully and land on-the floor!! I look up with pleading eyes at Bill-big, sorrowful eyes that beg him to get my chair back-it hurts where I am--but does he care? No! he has his eyes on another character sitting in the corner. To be exact -there are two. BEET-PLEAT-PETE and FLIRTY LGERTIE! His eyes are on the latter. 17