Midwood High School - Epilog Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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0 RTOW Once upon a time, two little art students managed to find their way to Midwood's unfurnished fifth Hoor. QWha . . .P-Editor's notej. While roaming through the dusty maze of empty rooms and geometric crossbeams, suddenly a small trap door opened beneath them and who oops they found themselves falling down what seemed to be an open airshaft. After landing with a thud, now in the very depths of the building, they picked themselves up off the floor and began to wander about. From a little room Way off in an out of the way corridor, a great racket issued forth, and drawn with an irresistible desire to know the reason for the terrific confusion in this subterranean area, they ven- tured closer. All about them people were running back and forth speaking in staccato- phrases. Was it the Fulton Fish Market? Bellevue? A sale of homogenized bagels?- Nooooo . . . B7lP? Of course! That harassed male hiding under the table was Stan Edelstein, pursued by a phalanx of beautiful girls just because he was election commis- sioner, and the only one who knew the results of the Senior Celebrity Elections. Venturing a little further into the maelstrom the two adventurers arrived in B71 proper. Here the walls were practically papered with the colorful posters of Ioyce Esersky and Leah Abramowitz. Ierry Young, the hard working mayor, was presiding over a commissioners, meeting in one corner. Seated on the window sill was Eric Radin, calmly tying a Freshman in with the packages of the New York Times while guffawing, Get all the news and get it rightll' Streaking by in his track shoes, came Donny Warren and at his heels, members of the Girls' Swimming Team. In his haste, he almost knocked over Mr. Grebanier and Mr. Dobren. In the excitement, Mr. Grebanier practically forgot the punchline of his joke about I-Iamlet's mother being his father. Mr. Dobren made a mental memorandum not to tell it to his S. S. class. Suddenly, Mr. G. dove behind Donny Nathanson, and the pile of Constitutional Revision paraphernalia, for he had heard that Mrs. Venit was on his trail. This jumble frightened our two friends who sought refuge in the B71 alcove. They were quickly ushered out by a few Guards, who feared that they were there for purposes other than student government. On the way to the Senior Alcove they passed Eddie Goldspinner, Comptroller, who was handing out wooden nickels to unsuspecting Freshmen. When they arrived at that sacred spot in the cafeteria reserved for upper classmen, they were whisked into a hectic Senior Council meeting. Elaine Nellie', Blei approached our two lost sheep and tried her best to convince them to buy a Midwood key cheap-152995. At this point, Mrs. Rosenberg, Senior Advisor. bounced into the meeting. A cheer went up for this wonderful teacher- friend, who was guiding her Flock towards graduation. On seeing the enthusiasm of the many busy wonderful groups the two budding Picassos could not help but join on the bandwagon. For all we know, fand hopej, they're riding that wagon still. BUNNY KEMINS IOYCE ESERSKY CITY OF MIDWOOD Fighleen