Midwood High School - Epilog Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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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

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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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l T0 THE FAKULTY Deer Teechers, This here is iusl a nole lo say lhanx for learning me so good for lhe pasl for years iusl lerminaled. My mom says ils reely given me a polish and she says ils beller land cheaperl lhen a Duberry Success course. Of course, my mom isn'l so observanl now lhal she's gelling on and lhere is some lhings she iusl clon'l nolice . . . like lhe lime lhal l came home wilh a lwisled ankel do lo lhe facl lhal some big ape slepped on me ina cafeleria riol when lhey pul up lhe popkorn machine. And lhe lime my arm came oul of ioinl when l gol caughl in lhe rush of P.Mers coming inlo our hallod halls. She isn'l so up lo clale eilher. She doesn'l undersland words like Delenshun. She lhinks ils like Arisler or some- lhing. Werefore, everylime l come home and lell her aboul il she calls up her friends and acks like l'm a prodigal or somelhing. On open school nile, my mom and yew, lhe leechers, gel reel confidenshul and me and my mom lwho is lackful in addilion lo her olher dislribulesl remanes so, con- fidenshal aboul everylhing lhal if il was up lo her, I would slill be in lhe dark aboul how I sland wilh yew, my leechers. Hence, from lime lo lime yew have given me clews lo where l am in your eslimashun. There was lhe lime l sharpened a pencil for one of yew and by acciclenl, yew pushed my lillle linger inlo lhe sharpenar. And lhere was lhe lime l wuz asked lo go downslairs on an errand. To help me on my way yew gave me a genlle shov-down lhe slairs. Whal pleezed my mom especially was lhe personal allenlion l gol from Dr. Ross. l shall always remember lhe falherly way he used lo sland over me as l lenderly placed my double-bubble llwo fora niclel on lhe lip of my nose. How could l forgell l slill can'l gel lhe gum off .... Anolher scar l shall alwaze carry are lhe sneaker prinls of some loo hundred pounder who lryed lo eksecule lhe Flying Angel on my midrifl in P. T. lPhysical Tormenl.l Bul having al long lasl, scraped logelher lhe eighly-five senls for my Senior hal, l feel lhe momenl has come lo bid a fond lwo no lrump-I mean a fond farewell lo yew, my leechers wilh hopes lhal olhers, may survive as l have and live lo lell lheir slory for proslerily. Yours T 09lY- Donna Davis I-6