Morris High School - Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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Bas Srhiixwir Minh RAU Kubaeh lcbte in einein Dorf in Deutsvh- land mit ihrem kleinen Sehn, -lzmeb. Sie 7 sehiekte cliesen in die Sehnle. Q G Als die Mutter eines Tnges ani Fenster sass und hinaus schnnte, snh sie Fran Strzniss, eine Nzichbnrin kennnen, die ein 5 kleines Pnket trng. Fran Knlmeh hiitte X A Elpfel gcknuft nnd wellte dein Siihnc-hen k einen schicken. Sie Qing nn die Thr, und Wartete, und als Frau Strauss vcn'beiging', griisste sie dieselbe frcundlivh und fmgte, wohin sie gchc. Ich gehe in die Sehule, denn ich will nieincm Sohn etwas zu essen bringenf' MXVo1len Sie mir den Gcfallen tun und ineinein Jacob einen Apfel bringenlll fragte Frau Kubach. '4Mit 'V01'g11if1g'S1'1,7, antwortctc die Nalehbarin, Haber ieh kenne ihn nicht. Elf ist das sehdnstc Kind in der Schnlef' sagte Jacobs Mutter. Das tue ich recht genie, i1.11lZXVOl ECtC Frau Strauss, und Frau Kubach dnnkte iln' sehr. Sie kaln in die Schule, gab ihreni Sohn das Paketchcn, und ling an, das sch6nste Kind zu suchcn. Sic suvhte und snchte, nbei' sie konnte keinen schijnercn linabcn als den eignen finden, da gab sie ihrem Sohn den Apfel. OLGA EISENSTADT, 8-5 28 EA,

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Elie Sfuhmag Epntrv HE train rumbled on, speeding swiftly through the dark tunnel, even as my dismal thoughts rushed with lightning rapidity .through the black caverns of my brain. Station after station it passed, breaking from the darkness into the light, and again plunging into the dark. But my thoughts remained in shadow. and I was shrouded in gloom. 1-5 Indeed, my surroundings encouraged this feeling of despondeney. The day had 7 not yet dawned, and consequently my , 'I fellow-passengers were few. Of those few, D Q some were, to all indications and appear- Q J ances, intoxicated. Others swayed back and A A forth trying to maintain their equilibrium, HHS'-'f'1fx A-:www . . . MA' while in the uneonsciousness of sleep. The guard sleepily bawled out the names of the stations as we reached them, accompanying his interesting announcements with me- chanical XVateh-your-step! On my lap was lying a history of Russia, turned down on an account of the outbreak of 1905. The reflections of that fatal 'fRed Sunday, January 22nd, when Russian workingmen were killed in the streets of Petrograd because of their protests, coupled with the surrounding dreari- ness, were sufficient to damp my spirits. As another train gradually outsped ours, a motley panorama of faces passed before me for observation. There, I caught a glimpse of the happy face of a young man with a laughing maiden beside him, then a goggled chap, deeply engrossed in the morning paper, or the broad features of a colored man, interested in the information which the advertisements offered, next to him a burly Irishman, fast asleepg then a man-O! that man! I shudder now, when I call to mind the features of his face. Puckered up and gathered together in the strangest, most awful conglomeration of uncontrollable fear, of great horror, and of extreme disgust, it stared vacantly before it, with a ghastly blankness of expression. That face! Despite its horrible features, it had a magnetic power which compelled my gaze. Finally, l withdrew my eyes from that awful counte- nance, now receding into the darkness of the tube. My thoughts came together, clashed, and became a confused mass. And then- Place :-Petrograd, Russia. Time :-The morning of Jan- uary 23rd, 1905. 29 4.2