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

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FREE PEACE What time will it be, When peace will be ffree ? What song will be sung? What bell will be rung? What tomb will be covefred? What cify will be smotheifed? What words will be said? 'How many ave dead? THE CH ESTNUT MAN It was a chilly day in March as the chestnut man sold his chestnuts. People would buy a bag and hurry along afraid to be late to work. Sometimes they would stop and talk to him. On ve ry cold mornings people would buy a bag just to keep their hands warm. The chestnut man had been selling chestnuts for as long as the people could remember. He was a kind and gay old man. He would play with the children and then go back to his job and sell his chestnuts to the people coming home from work. One day the old man was gone and another man had taken his place. As the people were hurrying to work they bought chestnuts from the man. As long as people could remember they bought chestnuts from the same old man. Catherine Azar 9Hl by Gina if 5 ' -xi X 1 N11 46' Lv . .f :rv . ,Y S 't' I 1, J Gambino 9Hl I l fi 3 -'R . ,D I If . tt y - A153 0 ll- .2335 Z by E ,! my xx E

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THE BIGUT The bigot is a closed book, once published but never revised. The bigot is blind because he chooses to be so. The bigot is a bigot because he chooses to be so. by Ann Gabriel SE3 UH MEPHISTO Vietnam, Jordan, Syria, Smallpox, leprosy, malaria, Disease, poverty, war, Burned Bibles and forgotten lore, Broken faith and dying trust, Oh Mephisto, why do you torment us ? Guns, terror, blood, Hurricanes, tidal waves, floods, Murder, rape, dope, Prejudice and buried hope, Death, lust, hate, Oh Mephisto, is this to be our fate ? BUCK And when it's time for this world 's rebirth, Black U18 just a Colon Will you once again walk the earth, Black doesnft mean a thing. And tell us that hope is beyond our mortal ken, Black makes S0 much tmuble, And then go back to your devils den Black was Mawin Lathe, King' And bring us another generation of death, horror, Black got beaten for it, i and Cfzmef Black had to take it too, Oh Mephisto, will you haunt us till the end of Black always the bad color time? Black never Christian or Jew Black can't learn to read or write by Chlayens 0 '-gland 9H1 Black just cause your color ain't light Black Ijust came out that way GLURIUUS VIETURY Black and Black I'm bound to stay. Six-hundred good men lost by 373017714472 Gamble 7E1 Six-hundred never to see the sun But it was small cost. We silenced forty guns. HALF Two-hundred people died rioting, I hem' 0 U0iC9 I Cfmnvt fmswef' Someone called the National Guard. I hear a song with no last stanza. was this why the men were erying? I See Cl CWCZQ half a size No, Tom Seaver was hit hard. All the people have half an eye. I hold G broken Pencil in my hand- This week only two-hundred good died fighting, Wlfen I get UP, 072 0719 fvvt I Stand- And they killed two-thousand bad. Somewhere there is my Promised Land. We wen the battle like lightning, BM! where ? Need the widows feel bad? by Siobhan Gamble 7E1 by Ben Spitzer 9111 42

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HERE, THERE AND EVERYWHERE The sky was blue, the water clear and the temperature was in the seventies. An ocean liner was slowly making its way up the Narrows. It was a perfect day to start something new. The Beatles were playing Get Back. It fit in with every- thing else at the moment. I didn't know the girl I was with. I mean I knew her but she was just an acquaintance. It's a very strange thing, getting to know someone you've known for two years. I said I would meet her at the shore again the next day. While I was waiting for her, Get Back was on again. I knew there was something in that song. Just as Jo-Jo was leaving his home in Tucson, Arizona, she appeared. I began to see her every day. The sky was gray, .the water polluted and the temperature was in the forties. A dirty freighter was inching its way up the Narrows. The Beatles began to play Get Back. God, how I hate that song. Ben Spitzer 9H1 IT They said we would never have it. I remember them saying that. They said no group of humans could accomplish it. They had tried and failed. What made us think that we could do it. Yes, we would show them, in twelve hours. If we could just hold out for twelve more hours we would have it, and there would be nothing they could do to take it away from us. Then I heard it, a dreadful hissing sound. They sent it, trying to prove to us that all our planning and hard work was in vain. They were trying to stop us. They couldn't bear the thought of us having it. They had to stop us, no matter what they did or how they did it. But I knew we could have it, if they only gave us a chance, I knew we could have it. Then everything grew darkg I knew we had lost it. Mona Thabit 9H1