Midwood High School - Epilog Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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mind and she was resourceful. That was before. The new thought was overpowering. It left no room for anything but its own selfish being. The teacher seemed uncertain. What's that? Teachers are always asking questions you know. This is a sheltered life in this doll house. This is what she had been thinking. It was part of her, like her English lessons that she recited before the class. It was like interpreting The Man With The Hoe in front of all. This is a play we are being cast in. We are the actors. Once, when war was first declared, and only then did one of the teachers stop acting. Maybe she thought of her young child that was out- side of the school scenery. One of the teachers, after the bombing of Pearl Harbor had cried when her mind could not overcome her heart. I wonder if the two can be separated, the heart and the mind? The other day we talked about 'babes' in the Bible. Then someone referred to it in the vernacular. An article in the Log about 'babesf What 'babes' say and do. How 'babes' look. Everyone was alarmed by now. Nida was quite conscious of the audience. She was not speaking hurriedly. She was bringing out the important words. This was a line piece of dramatics. Don't write that their lovers may die so that they will never know them. How can I tell you what I mean? Now Nida knew it. She was telling her soul to people whom she met every day but whom she could not decide upon as friends. Our silly iniquities mean nothing. Why aren't we all nrowing up together? Why are only a few of us growing aware? Why are they gathering the pressure inside and not allowing it to come out? The period ended. Nida came to school because the eighth period she would knit for the soldiers. Maybe hers would get a sweater. At home she looked at the casualty lists and cried over some of the names. School wasn't what it should have been. It wasn't flexible like Nida. I know, because I know Nida. Nida's a funny kid. A nice funny kid. IOSEPH BRAUNHUT 7

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gafzwasvyEHoLD How Gooo AND 1 SPLEASANT IT IS FOR BRETH- gg QREN TO DWELL TOGETHER ,I 9 f5sQQIN UNITY lpmverbs cxxxnl. 11 Nida, darling, the world is becoming narrow. We are being shut in from all sides. People of simplicity must extend themselves to take up the slack of decimated invites. Those who monopolize our days tell us we must forget. They expect and get the same work that they have had in the past. Those are the thoughts that occupied Nida's mind when the teacher quite neatly aroused her. Now, Nida was a very conscientious girl. It was evident that perfection was her goal in every task. Nida had been acting much like any other high school girl until now. She was living her nor- mal life with vague concern for rationing. She liked it because it was novel. The change was abrupt. Today Nida sat wearily in her desk chair looking out of the large windows, across to the col- lege campus. It would not have mattered where she had turned her eyes, for today she was looking only with her mind. Nida, have you the quotations from five books that you have read? Nida thought hard. She must cover up. This is one from MAGIC MOUNTAIN. 'The true nature of time proves to be nothing more or less than a silent sister, a mercury column with- out degrees to be used by those who want to cheat.' Will you explain that to the class? He'll not be able to cheat, ever. It was apparently a simple remark in tone, yet intensive. The emotions of Nida seemed to form like a cloud. It had in such a short time crowded everything from her mind. Nida had a flexible 6

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AS A DREAM WHEN H ONE AWAKETH Q ,,, 1,1 K lPsalm XXIII. 201 f T A ff ,-, ,- The Dead Sea of Heaven was split in two While the sheen of grey-blue velvet Shimmered and swam, The timid stars turned and fled With the moon far up ahead. And then all was in readiness- Even the cricket held its breath Even the breeze stopped its chatter and waited. And the earth below and the earth around Raised its head like a little child- With parted lips and crystal eyes-expectant. Then it came- First it popped about, only specks in the sky. Then with a roar and a blast And a challenge of color it was born. The purple flush of dawn, Queenly and radiant had risen. FLORENCE INSLICHT - A-M 0 V2 7 S.