McKinley Junior High School - McKinleyan Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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CREATIVE WRITING Theme In a jigsaw puzzle, all the pieces fit together to form a picture. When our pieces are put to- gether, the picture assembled is youth. Each piece is an emotion, a story, a part of us, which when put together forms a picture of today and of tomorrow. Cathy Cantor 9H1 Like a jigsaw puzzle, our yearbook has been carefully pieced together. As in a jigsaw puzzle, which can only show the complete picture when all the pieces are included, so must we include every shade and every contrasting thought to communicate our message. The true voice of youth can only be heard when the entire spec- trum of its range is projected. In our yearbook, which is the jigsaw puzzle in its completed form, we hope the voice sings out loudly and clearly. Donna Kennedy 9H1 62 Cathy Cantor 9Hl 39

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CREA TI VE WRITING S TA FF Annelie Fahlstedt Mrs. Ruth Schlesinger Carrie Valiant Mona Thabit Catherine Azar gn r' I ,ll I .L44 'Nose for the news. Back Row Camille DeLaskey, Jody Hed- lund Katherine Azaar, Debbie McCray, Maria Logus Annelie Fahlstedt, Cathy Cantor Paul Griffin, Lauri Cohen, Joanne CREATIVE WRITING This year the Creative Writing Staff is composed of the members of class 9H1. Many members of this creative writing class have had their work entered into the yearbook. However, many other classes throughout the school have also participated by submitting some oftheir original works. The selected staff, whose job is to choose the most superior pieces of writing and then edit them, is supervised by Mrs. Ruth Schlesinger. This year we fitted the pieces together in accordance with the theme: Jigsaw Puzzle. Donna Kennedy 9H1 DATE LINE 'Patience and toil are the only tools for success. Oar business in life is not to get ahead of other people but to get ahead of ourselves. Observing the busy Dateline staff, we realized that putting together the newspaper is extremely difficult work. The formula of success is Teamwork, Everyone strives for one goal: making the best Dateline McKinley ever had. Everyone has a special assignment, which is his respon- sibility. However, without the careful supervision of Miss Anne Parrilli, the Dateline could never be published. Dateline Staff: Cathy Azar Cathy Cantor Lauri Cohen Camille De Lasky Annelie Fahlstedt Siobhan Gamble Arthur Gold Paul Griffin Jody Hedlund Nelson Jew Marie Logus Joanne Manos M0120-9 PGWYCQ T0379 1 , , Donna Kennedy 9H1 Front Row Benjamin Spitzer, Miss Parrilli, Debbie McCray Nancy Roberts Ben Spitzer Patrice Toye eNancy Lewis

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EARTH-MMI He rises every morning at seven. He eats, dresses, catches the eight-o-five bus. He walks seven steps, buys a paper, nods 'TIello to vendor. He rides up sixteen floors enclosed in steel and glass. 'He types forty-five words per minute, twenty- seven hundred per hour. He takes the five-ten bus, arrives home at five- forty five. He eats, undresses, goes to sleep. He rises every morning at seven. Why does he hate ? Machines don 't hate. by Jill Schreiber 9H1 CITY BUSINESSIMN You read your morning paper You say Oh well, someday. . . Then you put your little hat on, And go along your way. You go into your office. You groan about the pay. You look outside the window - There 's a building in the way. You'll never know the country, You'll never be really free. You just write down all the numbers - And you miss the BMT. by Paul Griffin 9H1 40 ESCAPE A calm and serene day, Filled with joy and happiness. A quiet isolation ---- The golden Sun Shines down upon him, Transfixing him into a world Of dreams, hopes and wondersg Slowly he drifts from the world 's grasp, Never to return again to that cold, joyless reality. by Irene Svokos SE3 THE SHIP A tiny boat engulfed in a sea of dreams sails On a never ending cruise of fantasy. A bitter breeze blows in desperation But the ship sails on. by Carrie Valiant 9A1 THE CLUUDS WERE All ARUIINIJ ME The clouds were all around me, Tears were everywhere. The sun broke through and found me, I now without a care Dejied the door that held me in And stepped out freely from within. by Camille De Lasky 9H1