Mabel Dean Bacon Vocational High School - Torch Yearbook (New York, NY)

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We sadly depart Iune '42 And these are the things We leave for you. The greatest gift of all we leave For Mrs. Cassidy, A school with no one absent If such a thing can be. To Miss McKeon We leave A school that lacks Girls who insist Upon wearing slacks. And for Miss Curry We'll try to arrange A whole term Without Any programs to change. To Mrs. Fisher In her life of turl Ctoill We leave the perfect Armband girl. To Mrs. Levy We leave Another Senior Class So she can have a figure Like the famous hour-glass. To Mrs. Peskin- Your favorite students Leave a box of cough drops With the label Ludens To Mrs. Minsky We leave As we sadly depart Some students who know All of Macbeth by heart

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SAVINGS SQUAD The Squad Captains are to be congratulated on the splendid work they have done this term. The five girls who have given their time so generously before and after school, selling defense stamps, have done an excellent job, and when this War is over, they can look back and truly say they played a definite part in helping to Win it. The Savings Squad captains call this table to the attention of every gradu- ate to show how she can help her country and provide for her future security by buying Defense Bonds and Stamps: Weekly Earnings Weekly Savings Yearly Savings S5-S10 S .25 5l3.00 l0- l5 .50 26.00 15- 20 .75 39.00 20- 30 l.25 65.00 30- 40 2.00 l04.00 Senator Carter Glass of Virginia said, Give until it hurts, and after the HURT starts the best SALVE is to buy another Defense Bond. Faculty Adviser-elvliss Mabel S. Thompson STAMP and BOND STAFF

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AND TESTAMENT And to Miss Carstang For her sole delight We leave millions of program cards On which she can write. To Miss Gottesman With all our blessings We leave How to Knit In Two Easy Lessons. And all you trade teachers Prepare for a shock We leave you one student With NO rips in her srnock. To the lunchroom staff We've unselfishly willed Smaller-sized plates So they'll always look filled. To Herman and Ioe We proudly bestow A lunchroom on one Of the floors down below. At five P.M. there's a little man Who always comes around, We leave him a wagon wheel silencer So he won't make a sound. And to our fellow-students We've willed so many treats, Homework, samples, showers, Rooms that have no seats. We leave all this behind us. We bid you fond adieu. Those funny sounds you're hearing Are the wails of '42. SENIORS OF THE WORLD AFFAIRS CLUB