Midwood High School - Epilog Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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Q B ESCAPE to GLORY 1'-'13 f FLASH! HOMOGENIZED BAGELS SOAR TO 64 APIECE. We were in an uproar! How dare fhey raise Ihe price of our evening nourish- menf? Buf we couldn'I ponder Ihe problem as we paid 'Ihe blood-money and ran for lhe J bus which always reached l'he corner al' 5:5I. While our allowances were gefling lower and lower, so were our marks. We were big, yes, bu+ noi' quife as big as our Mr. Hillson, new chairman of fhe Social Sfudies Deparlmeni. We had come Ihrough our Frosh year wilh marks flying, buf we discovered baskeiball and baseball in +he Sophomore year. However, Ihe baskelball feam didn I discover lhe correcl combina+ion of poinfs, and +he won-los+ record read I2 defeals and no wins. The Manheimermen and all olher slaunch Midwood suppor'I'ers u'H'ered Ihe baHle-cry Wai+ fill nexi year. BOB GROBERG WINS MAYORALTY . . . DAVE FISCHER, COMPTROLLER . . . NAME!! NAME! WHO'S GOT THE NAME FOR S57 There was fo be a liI'erary-ar'Is magazine slarfed in Midwood. IWe were gefling high-brow affer 6 years.l Some poerical soul remembered: Wi+h my powdered hair and ieweled fan, I loo am a rare Pa'Hern. And Mrs. RisikoFF's headache, PaHerns, was born. KILROY WAS HERE . . . CURVACEOUS S's STORM MIDWOOD! WHAT IS SING? Who can sing? Mrs. Tillis was quizzed, and 'Ihe myslery solved. There was +o be a Sing in Midwood +his I'erm. Each year was fo round up Ihe Ialenfed and fhe un+alen+ed Iwho needs +aIen+ +o sing off-key?l and wri+e a sei of lyrics abou! a specific Iheme, paim' a back-drop, and SING. We were sailors in our fafhers' while shir+s. The lyrics were sea-saiional, and we're sfill wondering how 'Ihe Freshmen could have won. Why, hello . . . how do you like Midwood? I've become accuslomed fo if afler a year. I+'s no! loo bad. They have sfudenl' governmenf, honor classes and honor socielies, a newspaper, 'Argus,' and Ihere are dances and spor'Is. . . . This is a Sophomore conversing wi+h a Freshie. BEAT JEFF DANCE . . . EVE OF MIDWOOD'S FIRST FOOTBALL GAME . . . ARGUS SAYS: GOODBYE MR. CHIEF. Mr. Fuchs, who halched and nurlured Ihe Argus Io ifs inilial winning of ihe 6

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. I sfeps, grabbed my Civics nofebook, and bellowed. Were you saying Midwood is a sissy? lf he had looked a liffle less angry, l mighf have fold fhe frufh: buf as if was lin self profecfion, mind youl I lied, No. From fhaf fime on, whenever I lie, No, I fhink of Dr. Gramef. The incidenf has no moral, unless if's nof fo carry a Civics nofebook. When we were Freshmen, many imporfanf fhings happened besides our being Freshmen. Radar reached fhe moon, ief planes made fhe Aflanfic fo Pacific flighf in 4V2 hours, fhe U.N. ifhen called fhe UNOl came fo New York, and in general fhe SS curriculum was becoming very complicafed. On Safurday affer- noons and befween classes, we read Forever Amber. On Safurday nighf, we saw The Losf Weekend and discussed if befween classes. We swooned over Van Johnson and gave Frank Sinafra our FDR memorial award. Sixfh Avenue was dubbed Avenue of fha Americas: even oufside of Midwood, fhey were frying fo confuse us innocenfs-buf wifh our Baedekers under our arms, we plodded on. We liked fhe enferfainmenf in Midwood. They may nof have noficed if, fhose upper fermers laf fhe fime we hoped fhey didn'fl, buf fhere were lofs of Freshmen who fook Freshwomen fo fhe Harvesf Moon Dance in Ocfober. When we wenf fo see Wha'I' a Life, if was because fhaf fifle seemed fo fif our Freshman year so apfly. Af fhe Spring Concerf, fhe girl behind me, a ferm-mafe of fhe obvious Freshman fype, whispered, Gosh, fhey look funny, fickling fheir violins like fhaf, buf fhe music is preH'y. Where's if coming from? Lef's be serious for iusf a momenf abouf fha? Freshman we used fo be. There was somefhing won- derful abouf him, abouf fhaf breafhless delighf he fook in everyfhing, abouf his friendliness and his innocenf affifude foward fhe world in general. l somefimes fhink we oughf fo hunf up fhaf rusfy ring we have lying around somewhere and polish if up, and fhen puf on our old Freshman halo again . . . if we can. Helen Simon 5

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Columbia Scholasfic Press Award, is bidding his baby goodbye. Miss Mulhern is willing fo accepf fhe job of closing fhe school af 6 P.M. Enfhusiasfic green reporfer fo one of fhirfeen edifors: Can'f you suggesf somefhing fo puf a finishing fouch fo my sfory? Edifor: Yeah, a mafch. More conversafion in fhe same office. Edifor: l suppose you wrofe fhaf yourself? Proud Reporfer: Yes, sir. Edifor: You should be encouraged. Proud Reporfer: Yes, sir. Edifor: You should go fo Hollywood. Reporfer: Yes, sir. Edifor: And you should climb fhe highesf mounfain. Reporfer: Yes, sir. Edifor: And drop offll Yes, if was fhe besf of fimes, and fhe worsf of +imes . . . fhe Sophomore Yearl Joan Leibel, Joyce Blifman, Ellen Ranson nl D1 'ffcrwo Q, , 1 Q J Jogocc fa 2 O l X 1 7