Midwood High School - Epilog Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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sgswaassszgff E BEQUEATH. Q 3 J ff:Q,faeQ.QiQ To Mr. I. Levine: An intelligent student. To Mr. N. G. Levine: Ezio Pinza, and a masterpiece called How To Obtain Perfect Pitch. . To Mrs. Sterling: One well written article. To Mr. Dyke: A dummy that whispers, Yes, dear, at regular intervals. To Home Room Teachers: Robert's Rules on Parliamentary Pro- ceduref' To Miss Bradshaw: 26 private secretaries, an errand boy, and an armored truck. To the City Council: An agenda. To Subject Teachers: Many thanks for that 65. To Mrs. Cohn: A ruler to see how high the standard of living is. To Mr. Weiss: A song sheet of loga-rhythms. To Mr. Ralston: A bathtub to relieve the monotony. To Mr. Kramer: A long sentence. To Mr. Fuchs: One hundred more eyes. To the Luncheon Chef: That dietary masterpiece, How to Cook. To the Service Squad: The 67th precinct and a roulette wheel to determine the exits-how, when, where. To the Freshman Class: The half hour wait for the Ave. I bus. To the Blue Party: A box of Tintex. To the Student Court: A lie detector. 19

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OUR TEACHERS BEQUEATH TO US: MR. FIICHS: That, item, maelstrom on the fourth floor, That, item, home of error and confusion, the home of the daily Ragus. Item: four copies, bound in gold and vellum, of that classic April Fool '42 issue, which brought a new low to journalism. MR. KUSSIN: I leave you: faJ a pair of curtains that the Blue Party has been trying to hang for over a year, tbl a worn out Commissioner of Elections that the New Deal Party has been trying to hang for one year, fel one miserable Fuehrer, that every- body would like to hang. DR. BERNHARD: I leave. MRS. GRAHAM: I bequeath all the great poems that were never written in the English offices all the plays that were never produced: all the speeches that were never made, and all the thoughts that were never uttered to the graduates. MR. RASKIN: To the graduates, I leave memories of groans, grunts, aches and sweat spent in the pursuit of the body beautiful . . . and the hope that your children will live to see come to life our commando Held, our first football tea1n, and a swimming pool. MR. I. LEVINE: Reflecting upon my S.S. 5 honor class, I am reminded of the tale Voltaire tells of the man who, falling from the top of a steeple, and finding the air soft, said, Good, provided it lasts. I could be that man. I leave you with that thought. MRS. TOUSTER: What more can we leave you? Haven't you drained us dry already? MISS MULLINS: We leave you all the unsolved problems of sci- ence to be obtained through research, and we envy you the oppor- tunity to solve them. DR. ROSS: I leave my good will, and that's saying a whole lot, because there is more in it than the spoken words it means wishes for success and happiness in the future. MRS. A. S. COHN: To the Seniors I bequeath my secret file of plans: How to win your gal in the springtime. How to gain control of your family budget. And how to become presidential timber and run for a tenth term. MAXINE LEVIN 21