Midwood High School - Epilog Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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among fhe dreamy couples driffing by we recognize Joan S. and Lloyd, Harrief and Gil, Phyllis and Earl . . . we could go on forever, buf you remember, don'f you? Looking around af fhe familiar faces for four years, you kinda' fhink you'll miss fhem. And fhe meek shall inherif fhe earfh -on fhe glorious spring morn of May I8+h, seven hundred hearfs liffed and rejoiced. Reioiced-fo see a gym class re- laxed and push-upless lare you lisfening, Miss Leonardsl-fo see a French class smoofh fhe furrows from fevered brows for iusf one period, and fo proclaim fo fhe subdued faculfy af large fhe poefic frufh of Do unfo ofhers .... Senior Day af M. H. S.l Every A.M. feacher wifh one or more Seniors in his class replaced by youfh, vigor, and a love of sfudenfsl Esfher Q. Minkoff, a veddy impressive Dr. R., alfhough her voice is slighfly sexier lif you'll pardon fhe expressionl over fhe S.B.l., and Judy Elwood heard declaring fhaf she could really go for fhe execufive life in Miss Kroeber's swivel chair. . . . H' paid fo be ignoranf and crazy, foo, fhaf day-especially as fhe confesf for The Senior Haf You'd Hafe Mosf fo Meef on a Dark Nighf gof under way. Everyfhing-from fhe kifchen sink and garfers fo ingenious elecfrical confrapfions-made blushing debufs. Thanks fo Esfher T. for a hilarious fime. And so if came-fhe nighf-The Prom-Our Prom . . . Feverish, dreamy, ecsfafic, senfimenfal-several hundred Seniors nearly proved Newfon wrong and floafed all day. How could a day dawning wifh bobby pins, beards, blue ieans and fhe like end in such a wonderful nighf of glamour and gowns, fulle and fuxedos. - The delirium was fhere-pinning fhe flowers on wifh frembling fingers-siffing so sfraighf and careful in fhe car-land even fhe doorman's grin seemed so warml- walking on fhe plush carpefs fo fhe elevafors-and phew, we're fhere! Was fhaf Lenny sweeping in on Mayor Skippy's arm? 00-la-la! And Janice-Marshall puf sfars in her eyes fhaf we never saw in Bio .... Even fhaf Cerfain Fellow, who wouldn'f even wear a fie on assembly days, knocked us for a loop in immaculafe blue and whife. Befween dances, fhere was excifed chaffering and signaling unfil fhe sfudenf enferfainmenf fook over under Joe Blonsky, Mos' Pop'lar Male. lf was rush, rush, rush fo make fhe fwelve o'clock show af fhe Copa, or fhe Riviera, or fhe Corfillion Room or-Cooky's. All we can say is-if nighf clubs are wicked, call me Mafa Hari! Was 'rhaf a nighf fo remember? Quofe Marfha, Yeouws! You fhink your head is swimming, buf once you gef fhaf capless gown, nofhing ever swam on you before! Oh, well, on Grad Day no one'll nofice, nof even Mom and Pop .... Those Regenfs marks phased you for a while, buf now . . . who cares? Your memories of Midwood are nofhing compared fo fhose you should have ac- cording fo fhaf Senior Show. Buf fhen-fhaf Avenue J bus did leave you slighfly pooped af seven in fhe mafin, and fhose Senior pins were sorfa' worfh fhe scuffle. You laughed wifh Mr. Hirsch's Hamlef, and fried nof fo cry when your whole class I4

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bolhering us-Why musl il' lake a skiri fo drag fhe pance 'lo fhe danfs? H-m-m-m7 Thai was way back when . . . The pyramid craze was spreading like spring fever +hrough a vic+imized school. All fhose gullibles who spenl' inferminable hours copying lisfs, fraipsying lo Canarsie, and pass- ing ihe buck louchll, should have been shol' af sunrise. lNol Nol Can'+ you posipone if a day? We win af sunriselll Passing fhaf Paradise for Pooped Profes- sors llhe Teacher's Resf Rooml, we noficed some smoke of a passiona+e purple varie+y dribbling from under +he door. Shocked, we +hough'l' +he Mifchum bug had go'l' 'em bul no such luck. 'Twere only Mr. Salkin's ceegars, celebrafing lhe birfh of bouncing BeHy Beryl. lMr. S.'s English 8 class is s+ill lrying io figure oul' whai To be or noi +o ki+chy-ki+chy- coooool means.l We're cer'I'ainly glad we can look back on . . . Thai' Red l.eHer C. B. day .... Madison will long be drenched in fears, blood, and sweaf, shed on +ha+ fafeful April 9. Even fhree Baby Rufh candy bars couldn l bolsier our waning energy-in fac+, we feli fla'Her +han Nina's new-look hair-do when we lefi +ha+ mess of Achievemenis and Apliiudes. We were very happy 'I'o hear lhal Norman Bauman +hough+ if was a cinch. Oh, well, il 'lakes all kinds . . . ' A small cafe, Mamselle ..., sofi lighfs, music, and you can recapfure for a momenf fhai final rendezvous af Midwood. lf is 'lhe nigh? of Friday 'lhe +hir1'een+h lJackie isn'+ supersliiiousl, buf lhal' isn'+ +he only fhing giving you +he goose-pimples. Darn il-af'I'er all is said and done, your Senior Dance is one you wanf +o remember always iusl 'lhis wayl Colorful cabarel lables spori- ing silver flower vases, and dainly iinsel-swepf lan'l'erns creafe a fres Parisian mood: and f NOAH ..,.,.1-1i

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sang 'the Alma Mater. lt was a big night, but the best was yet 'to come .... This is where it all ends--here, on the huge. 'trim Brooklyn College field, at the close of June. Ends-end begins. 'too .... lt all led to this, four years of high school -of dreaming. planning, studying. sharing, and having a wonderful time. lt brought us here. where standing tall and erect in our blue or white-we listen to the speeches -congratulating, advising, hoping-to the presentations and awards. We know the valedictorian isspealring for all of us when he addresses 'the overtlowing stands: we, straining 'to glimpse Dad and Mom ishe must be sniffling by nowi. Then, suddenly. 'the bend breaks into a steady march: i't's all over and we crazily wish for one pain- raclned moment that it were iust beginning, that time could be pushed back for four years. But that doesn't last very long. After all, this is the beginning. We're going on now. fortified with a wealth of knowledge, experience. and memories-ready for the future. . v GOOD LUCK, '49ers . . . DON'T ,FORGET TOO SOONI Q Joan Leftow and Harriet Rosen I5 it