Midwood High School - Epilog Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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i x.. .....,...-...,....,,-,,-,,,,,,,,f , rf-,f..u,f .J driving licenses, and waving his G.I. Bill Cadillac around. Finally, he quil school and wen+ back +o Ihe Marines . . . he said Ihe food was berfer. So don'+ give up hope, my boy. Remember, even we Seniors have our bad days. Afler all, 'IiHIe freshies from big seniors grow' . . . also never lei an elephanl sil on you . . . iI's unheaIIhy. Wilh Ihis, he assumed a Yoga siance conducive +o penifence, and promplly wenl info a Iransom. I+ seems sophomores spend mosl of Ihe year reconnoifering sideways, our of rhe corners of lheir eyes. We as sophs, learned. We discovered +he secrels of algebra, and how lo solve involved equalions menlally wilhin seconds affer handing in Ihe exam paper. We acquired greaf manual dexlerily in snafching a hor plafe, milk, desseri, napkins, a piece of old bu'I sfrong bread, saI'I, muslard, sfraws, and a wooden fork, al a dead run, simullaneously counling our +hir+y-eighi cenfs in pennies and nickles. I once saw a classmale porraging a large musical insrrumenf, books, more books, a ponderous piece of apparalus borrowed from Ihe lab, riding a bicycle, and ealing a cho-cho pop. MIDTERMS ARE FUN TEACHERS ARE ANGELS DR. ROSS IS THE GREAT EMANCIPATOR The Iuckiesl boy in fhe world was a fellow who was apprehended whilsl smoking in a resiricled area by one wilh aulhorily, 'ro puf if mildly. As he s+ood Ihere, quiver- ing, he was ordered Io raise his fool, benearh which resled 'rhe offending bull. I+ sluck +o his shoe. A+ Iasl came Ihe greaf enlighfenmenl. The veil was Iifled . . . we gazed upon Ihe +rue goal. I+ became evidenl 'fhal Ihe only real achievemenf was . . . +he nirvana of 'rhe high school se+ . . . Seniorism! Wiih 'Ihis prospecl in view, 'rhe Junior looked comforfably down upon his surroundings wi+h Iwo dislincrly observable aH'i+udes. I: Of superiorily: I'm almosl +hereI 2: Of despair: I'II never make il! The Dean is my shepherd, O woe is me, I-Ie makelh me lo shui my big moulh, I-Ie reslorelh my ice cream wrapper. I-Ie Ieadelh me +o lhe end of my sanily, where my lounlain pen leaks. I-Ie issuelh a pass, yea, lho' I walk lhrough lhe halls Iale lo classes, I shall fear no leacher . . . my pass and my senior bullon, lhey comforl me. Surely, homework and confusion shall lollow me all 'Ihe days ol my life, And I shall dwell upon pins and needles forever. Finally, reaching fhe uI+ima'fe in fhe Cosmic All, I close my eyes, and revel in Ihe joys of being suave, sophislicared, and penniless. . . . Seplember I5-I9, Freshman Orienlalion Week . . . +he moving finger wri+es, and having wril, moves on . . .' Lei us move on . . . I-Iup, lew, lharee, lo' . . . . . And on. Oh, well. Joe Dubey Nir1i'l4'rf1 ...1g.11-f,:x.-S5 I

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AS I SAW IT ..... Canlaloups and razor blades! I+ is nearly over . . . 'rhe high school episode approaches Ihe Iasl cur- Iaing we 'rake our Iinal bow and leave, gracefully for +he mosl parl. As I si+ here, faking aparl my Senior hal' and medifafing upon Ihe inlinife scheme of Ihings, my 'rhoughls conlinually creep back over whal has Iranspired, and how I look il. The Greal Migralion . . . ah, yes . . . from fhe glory of a grammar school senior Io +he ignominy of a iddy biddy freshie. Gad, 'rhe hu- miliaiionl I looked up fo everyone Ihal year . . . a+ Ihe big old seniors, 'rhe room numbers, Ihe loud- speakers, Ihe poslers. I saw Ihings from 'rhe underside Ihen. If I only knew +hen whal I know now. Of course I Iried .... One day I came across a Senior in fhe Argus office, idly perusing an ancienl, lealher-bound volume of Pogo. Oh greal and learned oracle, sez I, WhaI have you 'fo 'reach me? Away, child, you vex me, sez he. I am noi one 'ro discourage easily. IIIus'rrious cannon-fodder, sez I, Ieave a bil of wisdom for poslerily. Imporl fo me a wee morsel of your boundless experi- ence. He closed his book, closed his eyes, and said, Small one, long ago Ihere came Io Midwood a freshman who had served six years in fhe Marines. This presenled +o lhe average senior a horrible enigma. Imagine, a freshman wilh a beard! Well, 'rhis guy wenl abou? daling senior girls, selling f .. ',:,,, , --.,.,7.:.,

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MR. L. DANK ADMINISTRATIVE ASSISTANT pw MR. B. COHEN MRS. M. LEVINE MR. L. BLAY MRS. E. BIERDS MR. A. GARSON MR. M. SALKIN f Q W EQ' . R e I X5 . 4 THE DEANS BOYS' MR. M. FELDMAN MR. GLEICHENHAUS GIRLS' MISS F. SHORE MRS. S. ROSS 7. ,--1 MR. 5. FI MR. M. E MR. A. B MR. W. I MR. M. I MRS. F. I I. .3 I