Midwood High School - Epilog Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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We came back to Midwood early f7:45 A.M. as a matter of factj, and were pretty blue to find that the disappearance of extra-currics had not been just a bad dream. Most of us didn't agree with the old saw Early to bed-, but we had no choice. Most teachers frowned on sleeping during the first period. Some of us filled in the blanks in our time by joining non-school clubs ffraternities, sororities, CENSOREDQ, teams and courses. We even went into the world of business! We were growing up, and so was Midwood. The Tenth Anniversary was upon us, and we celebrated it with songs, buttons, and shows. Argus gave us brief account of the story, including the fact that on this spot, a circus, complete with three rings, had stood. Quite a few of us had a repressed desire to see the circus back, but on second thought, we were all glad to be in Midwood. Ralph Bunche ran off with the 1951 FDR Memorial Award for his work as a peace- maker. Days were getting longer, but we noticed with a shock that our climb was getting shorter. Some of us were even working on Senior Recommendation Cards. We came back to Midwood in September, 1951, and looked around. We owned the place now. WE WERE SENIORS! But now the end of our climb looked a little too close. We didn't want to rush out into the world. It was too menacing. Now we began asking ourselves . . . Where to now? College? Business? Marriage? For some of us the problem was solved by General Hershey and Uncle Sam. We were running around with our Senior cards in earnest now. There were conferences with Miss Bradshaw and Mrs. Winston. Those of us who were continuing our education had the problem of College, College, who's got the . . . There was studying to be done for the College Boards, and now and then the cry rang out, What's wrong with Brooklyn CollegeP,' In the midst of all this frenetic activity, we were still having a good time. Extra-currics were back, and we saw a spirited football team hold Madison to a tie. Basketball came up, and though we weren't always victorious, we were pretty good. Some of the most exciting moments of our Senior year were packed into the last few minutes of those games. Remember how Weisglass and Company beat first place Madison 57-52 that afternoon? Sing time was here again, and we were a house divided. The synthetic seniors worked the Iunior Sing, and the full timers for Senior Sing. The Iuniors won, but so did everyone who had taken part. We said good-bye to the Ianuary grads, and readied ourselves for our final term. - Senior activities were here. So were the hats and pins. The hats came late, but they came. Money was being collected for almost everything, and we paid. We made Bunny Kemins our president, Barbara Concool veep, Elaine Adler class money keeper, and Hazel Gerber, scribe. They promised us the time of our lives. Now came the last dash to the top . . . yearbook pictures, jewelry, elections, Senior Dance, Senior Show, AND SENIOR PROM. The doldrums were here again as We waited for letters from the colleges, but they Finally came, and we were set. We may not have wanted to say good-bye, but the man came with the blue and White gowns, and evicted us. We sang the alma mater once over, said good-bye for the last time, and left the H shaped building on Bedford Avenue we had known for four years. But in each and every one of us a part of Midwood remains, and will remain. Now we must stop looking down at the climb we have finished, welve no time to rest. Look up! We're not at the top! Above loom even more heights. But with the strength, wisdom, and confidence gained during our stay at Midwood, we know we can make it. And now we are ready to continue our perpetual climb . . . MARTIN COHEN MARGIE GREEN Eight

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won our applause, both in the award, and the spontaneous kind, for his songs which many of us had to hear over loudspeakers because we couldn't squeeze into the assembly. The first report cards came, many marks were high, but the cry of Wait 'til next termv rang through the school. ' The hills of the first year were slipping away from us now. We voted in B-71 elections and worked at our subjects. Some of us took time off to attend the Spring Concert, though few got into the act. This was the time of the Pyramid Climb Rage-remember? ' The S.B.I. fascinated us. How could anything so closely resembling human speech, and so'LOUD, be so indecipherable? We did hear Dr. Ross wish us a happy vacation as we sped away, leaving the school in the possession of upper-term Regents-takers. We had finished a year at Midwood! ' Y Looking down from the heights, we see the hills begin to get a little steeper and much rockier. We were right in the middle of everything. As a matter of fact we were the new M session. In the beginning, it seeemed that Mn stood for Muddle. There was a mad dash for lockers, but we carried most of our stuff with us all day. We had a lunch period on our program card, so we entered the cafeteria with shining eyes, and so began our long contact with chow mein, MHS style. Some of our classes had an Hn after them. Did this mean we could get into Harvard? Sing came, and everyone began to do-re-mi ito 'make sure his voice was in top shape. Where were the boys? We stayed late and worked hard, and, come Sing night, everyone was well wound up. If we had wanted to win any harder, Midwood would have needed a new roof. We didnit win though. But we still had time ahead of us. Dances came and went. Sometimes we went too, but not too often. Alumni day came, and we all gaped at the super- human creatures who were even above seniors. They had graduated. It was also the last day before Winter vacationg the pleasant sound of Christmas Carols echoed through the halls. Midwood, the show-school of the city, was getting visitors from all over the world. They, were all amazed by the student-teacher relationship and 'our perpetual pmo- tion. We felt just a little proud. - A I .V FDR time came again, and this time the laurels went l I ' . ge' J eh: . this' 1 . , . , fy ,M to Iackie Robinson. He gave us a talk on tolerance that I ' , started us thinking. ii Qfy ..xj.,:. Midwood was showing some athletic prowess, too. The City Rifle Championship sure looked good: However, '- r' just as we were getting organized, theiuphill climb be- came almost vertical. The extra-curriculanstoppage de- scended on us, and we were all a littlelost in the fog. , , i Meetings, speeches, outbursts were the order of the day. 3 Then the doldrums came. What to do?V School became a rl greyish sort of place. Regents were soon upon us, and preparation took our ' minds off other things for a while. A three hour -test! We V Y i came to school loaded for bear. Some.. of us could have li ' i ' stocked a large stationery SIOIC. Reports cards came, and I - 1 with them, the summer. We had reached the mid-point in 5' f gn' ' . our ascension under pretty strange circumstances. , , ' - Seven

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