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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HEHCULES Step right up ladies and gentlemen-the big event of the year has finally arrived. Yes siree, you guessed it. After live long years, Midwood's football team is a reality. But, we regret that we weren't here to enjoy this product of post-war planning. Midwood's football team, which was born this term through the efforts of ex-mayor Helen DeBiasi and the honorable Dennis D. Brown, and financed by a highly successful variety show, em-ceed by senior celebrity, Morty Gunty, will take the Held against Thomas Jefferson on October 12th, 1946. WIN, WIN, WIN for dear old Midwood. As we hastily glance through pages of Midwoodls history, we recall many other teams which were born while we were attending Bedford Alma Mater. Midwood's swimming team, which held tryouts in Mr. Ralston's shower and then practiced at Tilden without a coach, managed to keep out of last place. The next and Final year, under the guidance of Mr. Driller, with practice sessions in our fifth floor swimming pool or in the lot across the street after heavy rain- storms, still managed to stay out of last place. Stuie Goldring, Chuck Bergoffen, Pete Nelson, and Marty Weinberg were on that team when it made its whirlwind school-wide campaign for bath- robes. Under the able direction of coach and historian, Mr. Murray Eisenstadt, the Midwood racqueteers, or tennis team as you may, showed great promise. In 1944, Midwood dropped the crown in a playoff with Tech at the Parkville Courts. Last year, the team made a good showing by coming in third in P.S.A.L. competition with a record of four won and four lost. An interesting sidelight on this team is that robust Sue Sherman made the team only to be chucked because P.S.A.L. rules do not allow members of the fairer sex to be members of high school teams. Jerry Lasser and Jerry Bernstein are leaving the courts this June. None of the members having received offers for a Mexican base- ball contract, Midwoodls baseball team was up to par when they took the Field against Madison in the opener this year. The Cohenmen looked forward to a highly successful season with many veterans returning from last year. We all can recall with pride how baseball was born in 1943 with a spirited drive for G.O. membership. Last year, the team was coast- ing along in first place, sparked by Capt. Munsinger, when lightning struck more than twice in the same place and the team barely limped into third place, three percentage points ahead of the Philadelphia Phillies. On June 26, 1946, the team will lose many of its star players -Capt. Teddy Moss, Jesse Eisenberg, Dick Weinberg, Bob Gal- 17