Midwood High School - Epilog Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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i i I I I I I I I I I ll! 'uf' 4 lloday is SaTurday, The TwelTTh oT June. The TwelTTh? JusT a momenT, isn'T Today someThing special? Sure, Theres less Than a week Till RegenTs. LeT's see, The Bill ol RighTs, exempTion oT sTaTes Trom . . . Theres someThing else special abouT Today, I have a daTe TonighTl And where can I Take her, I haven'T a cenT, NaThan's cosT more Than I expecTed. We mighT waTch Television. She wouldn'T like ThaT Though. We did ThaT IasT week, and The week beTore ThaT . . . I could Take her To a parTy. Some- body's having a big blowouT TonighT. Who is iT now? Oh nol Midwoodll The Promllll Dad, I have a daTe TonighT, would you give me an advance on my allowance, say abouT TiTTy dollars or so? Dad, dad? IT's perTecTly legiTimaTe. WhaT do you say? Dad? DAD?? Maybe I could borrow your lux Tor This evening? WhaT do you mean il I lengThen The Trousers by seven inches They'II aT IeasT be long enough? Oh, I didn'T noTice. Uncle I-larry was abouT my size, and since he died, his lux has iusT been gaThering dusT. Maybe I . . . oh, he was buried in his Tux, wasn'T he. Now whaT am I going To do abouT one? Swell, I'll wear minel ll knew I had Tor- goTTen abouT someThingl. ll Think l'll geT a haircuT, aTTer all, I'II see my grade adviser larer, may God preserve Mrs. A. S. Cohn To IZO yearsl. , ililii Twelfth Night ' What You Will I-li Tony, how've you been, haven'T seen you in eighT or nine weeks. WhaT do you mean by 'BraidsI? lWise QUYI' ll sTiII have To geT her a corsagel. l'lello, Mr. Rose, whaT have you in The line oT Tlowers? NOT even Terns? Maybe you could scrape up a second hand orchid or Two? The besT you can do is, Two Gar- denias? I-IOW MUCI-l??? Oh, all righT. Could you have Them delivered? You Think l'm rnade oT money? Now, where To go aTTer The Prom? Should be inTeresT- ing To go To Bill MiIIer's Riviera. IT mighT iusT geT lonely up There, The Two oT us, alone . . . well, aTTer The Prom is Time enough To Tind a place. llfifonder iT I should shave? DeTiniTeIyI I-low would iT look To have a beard in The presence oT all rny Triends who don'T have To shave anyway. And while I'm here, I'II brush my TeeTh, make a good impression on her Tolksl. Good evening, is Ophelia ready? I have a Taxi waiT- ing on The . . . I beg your pardon? Oh, a ioke. Very good, guiTe Tunny. Would you Tell her I'm . . . are you serious? Oo 'way, I don'T believe you, I don'T, I don'T, I clonIT, ahahahahahahahahahahaha.'' Irving Karp I f Y , ,ff rg 'I I ,lklall II II llllrl lyygji ,ui I , III Tr I I y I IT f I II I I it i:!iI.i !'. I , Q1 , iugi I fs.:--

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Three years ago The classes oT '54 sTarTed prepa- raTions Tor Their TirsT Sing?-AT our iniTial mieeTinig There were 7,345 girls and Two boys. These boys were obviously inTeresTed in singing. Our minds were Tilled wiTh glorious ThoughTs oT compeTiTion, Tame, and service crediT. Pauline Falcone Tmay God resT her weary larynxl was our chairman. BuT we soon ran inTo diTTiculTies. The ideas Tor The ploT wouldn'T maTerialize. We worked, concenTraTed, made burnT oTTerings, buT To no avail. We were in a sTew, so we leTT iT aT ThaT. We decided ThaT all The girls should wear shorT sl4irTs3 The reason Tor This was noT clear. We losT. The reason Tor +his NNAS liill. We wcwcigl wg I1 gve Tricia liel' rim' year. And we sure did. The opening scene was loreaThTaking. The enTire chorus was dressed in red and blaclc, and The Tlames were dancing over The baclcdrop. ATTer The Tire engines deparTed . . . NeverTheless, iT was quiTe a show. The climax came when our venerable old chairman, Pauline, sTormed on sTage and showed The devil iusT who wore The horns in This producTion. The Tinale annoyed one oT The genTleman in The iudging secTion, a chap wiTh an exTremely ruddy complexion and poinTed TeeTh. We losT by one voTe. And Then we were seniors. We sTarTed OTT on The wrong TooT by elecTing Alan Lapidus chairman QT Seritr Sing, Ape a preliminary ifmgqle Whkh Mai lroffr Beheriily vi, The Senior Term, we chose The UN. insTead oT iazz as our Theme. Then wiTh a prayer and Mrs. Tillis, we seT To worlc. Our winning sing iusTiTied all our eTTorTs. l doubT if any oT us who were in Sing will ever be able To TorgeT, Saul Lessler as The overly virile Russian, or l-lerb Morlcdolrf as The crazy mixed up UN, chairman or even The Lady in Red lTlannelsl Shelly Greenberg, To menTion iusT a Tew. The winning Senior Sing of l954 will be remem- bered a long, long Time in Midwood l-ligh School. Alan Lapidus . Y, ,. , ,Q :K

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i F J xg R ..l A li ll I- ll I-I ll I-I l1Il all III ll II :nn u Ill ISI Ill Il l-I Il 1 I Ill All n ll I Q ,MN we 'Til l T 5 4 1 i Qfifizififf, ' 'TT :rim fzii-.if T 'iii:i. l I :aa 1: SLM QA-f sz L The alarm clock rang. She slowly opened her eyes and auTomaTically looked aT The window. Sun-nice day-my hair won'T Tall down. Three yquarTers awake, but sTill a liTTle drowsy, she saT up in bed and glanced aT The huge mass oT pink neT, pearls and ribbons, ThaT had been hang- ing on The closeT door Tor The pasT Two weeks, liusT To geT The wrinkles ouT, oT coursel. Now, compleTely awake she realized ThaT in exacTly seven hours she would be going To The TirsT OT Three parTies, and Then To ThaT once in a liTe Time aTTair. She jumped ouT oT bed and ran To The Calendar, iusT To make sure ThaT This was really The day. Two hours laTer, in The beauTy parlor, she Tried To de- cide in which sTyle To have her hair seT: Grecian curls, Psyche knoT or ponyTail. She had The manicurisT in a mad rage Trying To Tind a nail polish To maTch The swaTch she had cuT Trom her gown. JusT combine Cherries ln The Snow, PainT The Town Red, a pinch oT Fire And Ice, and ThaT's iT, A liTTle while laTer, seaTed complacenTly under The dryer, she began To Think oT whim. IT began To geT uncomTorTably warm under The machine, and Then The beauTician Turned iT on. Six monThs ago, she had signed her liTe away by puTTing in a bid Tor The Senior Prom. From ThaT day on she had schemed, chased, even oTTered him a iob work- ing Tor her TaTher, anyThing To be able To be wiTh him aT The Prom, These ThoughTs senT chills up her spine and she had To move The dryer up To 'll-lOT. l.aTer, aTTer she had goTTen home, she Thanked The de- livery boy and nervously opened The whiTe box . . . Gar- deniasll Two OT Them!! Oh well, noT whaT she had meanT when she subTly menTioned ThaT whiTe wenT perTecTly wiTh her gown, buT The Tlowers were lovely anyway. Soon she sfood beTore The long mirror and smiled. My dear, you look simply divine. The huge mass oT pink neT, pearls and ribbons had now Taken The shape oT a glowing girl, l-ler curls hung soTTly, gliTTering Trom biTs oT sparkle dusT. l-Ter skin shone and smelled Tresh and sweeT. Her hearT was beaTing rapidly, she TelT a warm glow all over. l-ler skin Tingled and she TelT dizzy. Sl-IE HAD THE l:l.Ulll Sharon Mediuck