Midwood High School - Epilog Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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BHINGINE UP PARENTS Words are very interesting. They can all be defined, and yet, when we begin to consider them, they somehow become so ambigu- ous. Take for instance, parent's night . Defined, it means: That night on which our parents come to meet our teachers. Let's ex- amine it more closely, however, and now we'll really see what a variety of meanings it actually has. First, we'll look at it from our point of view, Joe Midwood's perspective for perspire-tivej. To some of us, it may mean a raise in allowance, or tickets to Oklahoma, To others, it's almost like forcefully confessing to a crime and deliberately asking for punish- ment. One thing we're all agreed on though, we've done our home- work-all of it-for the last three days, and fourth floor to First, or first floor to fourth, the room's quiet when the bell rings. Teachers sometimes disagree with us on these points however, making such uncalled for remarks as, The only reason the room is quiet when the bell rings is that you don't come in until Eve minutes after the bell,', or else they even go so far as to imply that we donlt do our homework. But in the very next breath they contradict this bold statement by bluntly accusing us of copying one another's workg vvhich goes to shovv hovv unreasonable teachers can sornetnnes be. Next, let's look at it in Mr. or Mrs. Midwood's light. Mom or Pop CHeaven forbid both should comelj walks to school, admiring from the distance the enchanting effect created by a fully lighted building. Coming into the doorway however, the serenity produced by that captivatnig picture is connpletely altered. I'eople vvalking back and forth, upstairs and downstairs, short ones, tall ones, light ones,dark ones,noisy ones,quiet ones-nothing but people. llere one Momma is being gently shoved by her angel from one room to another. There, someone with a slip of paper carefully clutched in her hand is gaping at the room numbers, trying to find Sonny's teachers Cbetch'ya Sonny is a freshmanj. Once having found the room, it's just like shopping. You get into a line and then see where it leads you, and if you're lucky, you may even Find what you're looking for. Then of course, we mustn't forget that teachers are also really involved in this affair. They've been so nice tonight. Not a com- plaint, not an angry word! Why look-they really can smile, even after sitting in one spot for two hours straight, meeting so many parents, and getting the same response from them all- How-do-you- do. I'm johnny's mother . . . 3 and they reply with a smile, 'Tm delighted to meet you, Mrs .... NAOMI EMANUEL 12

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THE BID IS IU The celebrated explorer, Frank Buck, used to tell of his harrowing experiences in the wilds of Africa, where he would often go hunting lions ,Q with nothing for protection but a club. When admirers would gasp at the dangers of such a practice, he would con- tinue, But, of course there were Five hundred members in the club. There are few of Midwood's little associations which boast that large a following, but for the sake of curiosity, I decided to explore the inner-most Working of our alma mater's flourishing organiza- tions. The following reports are the collective results of my wan- derings. I first payed a visit to our basketball team. When I walked into the gym, one of the members mumbled, Here comes that dribbling idiot ! A very exciting thing happened as they began their practice. One of the boys was down on the Floor with the others crowding around him and shouting, Give him air-give him airf' I discovered later that he was blowing up the basketball. My next stop was at the doors of a club where it is evidently disastrous to bite your nails-the Craft Club. Most of the taller boys are interested in sculpture work. In fact, they're probably the big- gest chislers I've ever seen. One of the lads is Working on a square bathtub, which he contends will positively not leave a ring. My next stop was the Social Studies Club, where a good deal of light is put on the important topics of the day. For example, they discussed the choice of Connecticut as the home of the UNO, and how the citizens there positively wouldnit Stanford. A young sailor who had seen action in the Pacific fa good movie, I hearj, was telling of how he used to operate a Hit gun on a Mosquito Boat. Telling of his experience in Northern Africa, he said grimly to one of the skeptical girls present, Have you ever known what danger was like in the Sudan? Nou, she replied honestly, but I had some trouble once in a coupe? As I stood outside the door of a joint meeting of the boys' and girls' Leaders' Clubs, I could hear a feminine voice shouting madly, Take that, you rat! Take that, you rat. And then a frightened masculine one squeaked timidly, Please stop, Gertrude, you're giv- ing away all the cheese? Slightly reassured, I entered and in a 14