Midwood High School - Epilog Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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short time, trying to impress them with my strength, I picked up the nearest bar and bent it over my knee. Their surprise and awe compensated for the fact that I got chocolate all over my pants. The Biology Club greeted me with the news that they had just discovered a cure for which there was no disease. When they ques- tioned me as to whether or not I intended to pay the Bio Club an- other call soon, I grunted, Amoeba I will and Amoeba I won't! When I visited the Dance Band, I was entertained by a lovely arrangement of that tender ballad, I'm Sorry I Made You Cry Dear, But Your Face Is Much Cleaner Now . The lads in the band were quite excited about my new invention. It's a piano , I said proudly, with no keys, strings, legs, sides, or top. When they shouted, That's stupendous! I smiled modestly and sighed, Oh, it's really nothing . The Dramatic Club was presenting a musical melodrama, when I dropped by. It concerned a butcher's daughter who would lead Wealthy men astray by doing the Dance of the Seven Veals. In the second act, the money-mad damsel sings sweetly, I'd Give a Thou- sand Dollars to be a Millionaire . The drama ends in the dungeon of a 16th century castle where the lord has the hero on the rack,', and is stretching his body unmercifully. It is at this instant that the princess enters, and seeing her handsome knight in this awful predicament sings to the villian, Lord, You Made the Knight Too Long . Not knowing of the Magic Club's fake cigarette trick, I found myself in the middle of the following dialogue: You,re not allowed to smoke in school. Who's smoking? You've got a cigarette in your mouth. I've got my pants on and I'm not pantinglv The club's chairman informed me that if ever I wanted to become a theatrical magician, he'd see to it that I'd start at the top of the ladder. But, since I heard that painting ceilings is a tough job, I declined. When the Art Squad had me as a caller, they were busily sketch- ing a little Indian who was seated comfortably near the canvas. The Indian, whose name was Ninety-eight Cents Che wasn't yet a buckj, told me seriously, that he considered red men superior to white men in most cases. Of course these statements were made with reservations. The Chemistry Club was too busy talking about ur-anium, ur- iozole, and ur-father's mustache, for me to tarry long, so I hurried on to the next club on my list. But seriously for a moment, I would like to say to all the many fellows and girls that Ilve met in and out of these clubs, and to the many more that I haven't met- May God bless you and keep you . . . ,cause I can't afford it!l' GERRY GOLDSPINNER 15

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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

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