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Graduates are assisted to positions not only after completing the course, but we are at all times looking about to find positions that represent greater possibilities. NEW BUILDING 416 EAST 189th STREET Tel. Kellogg 0646 Corner of Park Ave also BIRD'S scHooL BUILDING CORNER OF 150th STREET and MELROSE AVENUE Telephone Melrose 3742-3743 RATES ON APPLICATION GREGG SHORTTIAND AS WELL AS ISAAC PITMAN l:iciJ1o1-:1:i:i:soio1c1 ioio1oi4 flue EASTMAN-GAINES SCHOUL Lenox Avenue and 123 rd Street .AEW K-DRK Cligy Please send me free informa- tion concerning the course I have checked below: E Secretarial lj Stenographic D Business Training E Accounting lj Advertising II Salesmanship C1 Day School E Night School Name..-,,-,,?...A ,,,, ,A ,,,-, Address....?k.-.. , F 5 1 5 EFFICI ENT TI-IOROUGI-I BUSINESS INSTITUTE 502 4 6 TQEMONT AVE ESTABLISHED 1907 REGISTERED 3 NEW YORK STATE EOARD OF REGENTS Q 2 DOORS wE5'roF 5 AVE J FIXTHE ADDRESS IN YOUR MIND COMPLETE SECRETARIAL DCOMMERCIALCOURSES PLANNED FOR THE HIGH SCHOOL OR COLLEGE STUDENT MODERN BOOKKEEPING METHODS PITMAN OR GREGG SHORTHAND TOUCH TYPEWRITING COMMERCIAL ARITHMETIC COMMERCIAL LAW ECRETARIAI. METHODS MODERN BUSINESS MACHINES INCLUDING ADDING MACHINE CALCULATOR MULTIGRAPH DICTAPHONE ETC SCHOOL FOR THE EARNEST STUDENT TELEPHONE TREMQNT 4 4 O O -sf BY 'LE .' AN BUSiNESS ENGLISH- W . I 5 . I . . 1011 1 1 1 1 1 1 1:1 1 1 1 1 1:1211 1.11 ,,.1 11-1 Collegiate Secretarial Institute 41 East 42nd Street New York City :i,33w A distinctive school for secretarial training in a business environment 'QEQZ3 DIRECTOR . mo s. E. BROWN M aY HlHl75ll Registered by N. Y. State Board of Regents 5 SC Qf' ER 6' Regent Examinalign Q Admission to prominent TT TTI 1, in Rhodes School colleges on Rhodes Building 330 :56 Sclzool Certificate 0FN '9 we HODES SCHOOL will continue to offer its students the advantage of a accredited High School with approved curricu- lum, carefully selected faculty, small classes, effective methods, and years of successful experience. R E G E N T S COLLEGE ENTRANCE BUSINESS TRAINING DAY AND EVENING SESSIONS 6817 8 WEST l25th STREET I-lARlem 3090- ' Hll lllilllllll lllIllllI,lllll'IllllIllIllllIll'I,ll,llllIilll'Illllllflillll'lllllll I IlllwIllI:llllllllllllIllIllIllIlilllllrlllllllllllllll ll I MERCHANTS, and BANKERS' BUSINESS and SECRETARIAL SCHOOLS Offer you business and secretarial courses of the better grade SPACIOUS AND BEAUTIFUL CLASS ROOMS EVERY MODERN EQUIPMENT MORNING, AFTERNOON and EVENING SESSIONS Now offering a complete course in Sterlotypirtg The upftofdate rnaelftirre slftortlrarrd WASHINGTON HEIGHTS ST. NICHOLAS AVENUE at lSlst STREET Telephone Vkladswortlu 9719 NEW CHANIN BUILDING LEXINGTON AVENUE at 42ml STREET Telephone Lexington 2406 f 2407 SHERMAN C. ESTEY, Director Registered by the Regents Member National Association of Accredited Commercial Schools I lll Il IllIllIllIllIl'Il I 'llllr I ll' Ill 'I 'I ' lll I lllllll lllll IMI, I lx lllll'll1ll,ll ll!Illlllllllllllllllllllllll Ill lllllll UUE SUUWF JUNE LWLEQ? Editor-in-Chief Art Editor INUSHA RUISIN ALEX DMITRIEFF Associate Editors Nathan Bruwnstcin Lillian Sicgcl Pixy Kcftunimlilu Ruth Shzmkruzm Fred Schmurui' Iviumn Sturm Business and Advertising Nlnnager ,IOSEPH STRUMLAUF L 4 f 'F -vi-QAVAQ xr ......Hu t f 'H ' -fc ' Q, -Y .1 ' .. E I. I f: 7 j-T A Alia.: 5-Y V '-A 50:-:AT-Zi 'H ii ft TCC? I L?- ...' - .... --.xi : - :E 5 0 3 3:.:'a-1 E l is-. ,f.-'?.--..f-A3174-f , 1 E iq-:jzfg 5 I-1 I1 t a.. 1, t :Z 4. ?-:,- - -3- :L - i .' 5 ' .1 'f i 2 I : : I : :::::........, ..- Ai l 5 ' L ,, 4 .k ,. VA , Y V vi - A -..--- ...Q II H Four years ago, three hundred and odd obscure, wondering menif 2 H bers of the rising generation joined hands to march in unison through E H the eight semesters that lay between them and successful completion E 2 of their hi h school career. As the marched on some of the number r ll 35 Y , , H H impatient of the slow, even, though sure pace of the rest, ambitiously E H forged ahead, and soon entered the ranks of those who had begun i H the journey earlier, others, unable to withstand the vigors of the i H pace set by the majority, slowly succumbed, and, dropping by the E H wayside, were soon lost to view. But the majority marched one- H H slowly and evenly, surely and implacably. H H We have reached the goal of our united advance. Graduation H is here. But shall we break the ranks we have kept so intact during H four long and eventful years? Shall we, now that the time to depart H from familiar halls and associations has come, wilfully destroy the II united front that has prevailed since we first gazed upon the hails H of Morris? Q The editor sincerely hopes that this will not be the ease. As we H Q gaze back over the span of time, before our freshman days and-the H Q present, do we not feel the urge to preserve within us a distinct H Q memory of the days passed in Morris, a sincere affection for the halls, H Q the building, and the environs of Morris? Do we not feel the urge ! to remember those who have been most instrumental in furthering our U education? Then let us preserve our ranks through memory, through U souvenirs, and most important, through actual contact with our former II H comrades thr' ' A V : , a 1 ough organization. U The principal aim of the editors in compiling this volume is to Q offer their contribution toward the wrcservation of the ranks of grade' I u l t 2 E ating Morrisites. We faithfully hope that this book will be instru' mental in the realization of our ideal. If the collection of short stories, 3 essays, photographs, and knocks included within these pages rouscs E in the dim future but one spark of memory, but one attempt to comf 2 municate with former classmates, but one visit to Morris on the wart n I E of each student, then we shall feel repaid for the efforts made in the E compilation of the following pages, Q H MisHA RUBIN. H ff ,I :.,:.,.,.,:.,: ... 2 : I ...Z ... - ..... Q .,. ., ,,.....,-.,.,..,...,....,-.... -. Titre M En iilmvr E. Ifingari Qlnumirlur anh 39321111 Gin Ihr Ollaum uf llunv, 1925 ln the ebb and flow of life we find that what formerly appeared in the distance as a goal later turns out to be a gateway to another prospect with another goal beckoning us onward. Having spent your allotted time under the roof of Morris you are being swept out into that vast and copious future beyond our walls. New scenes, new experiences, new ambitions, new opportunities! May each of you make the most of them! And we who remain behind carry in our hearts a hope chest for each of you. It is filled with good wishes and high expectations. May all your dreams of happiness come true. But remember Barrie's words: The secret of happiness is not doing what one likes, but in liking what one has to do. ELMER E. BOGART. 5 TO MR. BOGART In the principal's office, at a plain unimposing desk littered with various documents, a man sits writing busily. He writes until he has finished and then rises to proceed on one of his innumerable duties within the builde- ing. As he passes by, one realizes that upon him rests the huge responf sibility of administering an institution of four thousand students, upon him depends the smooth functioning of a secondary school of no minute proportions, and upon his methods of administration depends the destiny of the Mcurris High School. As one gazes with admiration at this man's form receding in the distance, he cannot help but wonder what past experif -ences, what colossal efforts have led him into a position of such stupendous responsibility, into a position which calls not only for genuine hard work but also for leadership, unselfishness, and an unlimited amount of good common sense, Elmer E. Bogart, like many of his distinguished friends and asso' ciates, was born on a small farm in southwestern New York. After passing through elementary school, he was enrolled in an academy at Owego, three miles from his birthplace, where he distinguished himself both in scholar' ship and in extrafcurricular activities. He was very proficient in his study of Latin and Greek, but that did not prevent him from taking part in athf leticsg in the latter field, Mr. Bogart distinguished himself as a highfjumper and also became very skillful in handling a baseball. When Mr. Bogart graduated from the Owego Academy, it was with the highest honors and the sincere esteem of his principal. Upon his graduation from the academy and upon the advice of his relatives, Mr. Bogart decided to enter Cornell University. During the summer he studied unceasingly, and in the fall successfully passed the examinations for a scholarship to that institution. During the first year at the college, his brilliant scholastic accomplishments were recognized, and as a result he obtained an undergraduate scholarship which went far toward the payment of his expenses. He continued to do excellent work in the classics, and received special mention for his proficiency. It was in college that Mr. Bogart met many of the people whose inf fluence has shaped his beliefs, his ideals, and his very outlook upon life. It was there that he encountered those personalities which have always req Seven mained vivid to him and have always caused him to seek his chums of former days. It was there, too, that he took great interest in extrafcurf ricular activities, for he partook in debate, was a most necessary asset in the Classical club, and was elected a member of the honor society, Quill and Dagger. Moreover, Mr. Bogart was an instructor of Greek at the college for one year. In athletics he partook informally in football and tennis. Upon his graduation from Cornell, Mr. Bogart became an instructor in the classics for a time in Ithaca High School. At that institution, he was made supervisor of athletics and his influence in that department- is still seen at the present time. Privately Mr. Bogart continued to study dilif gently and after a number of years spent as instructor of the classics, he was appointed VicefPrincipal of the school. As a result of this promotion, Mr. Bogart's work increased and at different times he undertook to teach English, Mathematics, Latin, Greek, and History. Then one day, some time later, Mr. Bogart decided to take a com' petitive examination in Latin at Hunter College, New York. The result was that he received many offers to teach in New York schools. After some hesitation on Mr. Bogart's part, and some persuasion on the part of Mr. Denbigh, Mr. Bogart finally accepted a position in the Latin Depart' ment of Morris High School. In a few years he was head of the Latin Department, and several years later an assistant principal. Finally, in 1919, upon the retirement of Mr, Denbigh, Mr. Bogart took the office which he occupies today. For ten full years, Mr. Bogart has served Morris unselfishly' and with unstinted devotion. He has not been too conservative, for whenever a new idea of administration has been suggested, he has con' sidered it carefully and has instituted it if it has proved practicable. He has evolved not a few new ideas himself, and has not hesitated to put them into operation. The present Goodwin School is an idea which Mr, Bogart has advocated and instituted in the belief that its benefits to students are too valuable to be ignored. He has cofoperated with teachers and students alike to the full extent of his powers. The great size of the school is a hindrance to intimate contact between Mr. Bogart and the student body. It is because the only contact the stu- Eight dent body has with Mr. Bogart is at assemblies, that many students miss the genius, the sincerity, the healthy good humor, the optimism of this man in whose hands is the rudder of the good ship Morris. Throughout the building, it has been admitted that Mr. Bogart's pleasant personality per' vades every nook, giving each place a character of its own. Mr. Bogart's policies of administration have ever been progressive, and his opinion have been such as to obtain the support of the faculty as well as of th: student body. Mr. Bogart is known not only within the walls of Morris, but also in countless other places. He is a member of several important organizaf tions, where he is considered among the nnest men in the field of educaf tion. He is called away several times a month to deliver important ad' dresses to distinguished audiences. His associates number some of the most famous people of our times. By the faculty Mr. Bogart is esteemedg by the students he is respected. By the faculty he is admired, by the students he is cited as an example. The faculty is grateful to him for his unlimited cofoperationg the students are thankful to him for his inspiring leadership. Iviay the next ten years bring further improvements to Morris through the aid of Mr. Bogart, and may 1939 see him celebrating his twentieth anniversary as Principal of the Morris High School. IVHSHA RUBIN. 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Q2 U E'3 DNV-U ga: as on EE gg-cr E23 Ex P- o 'uv- vw.: 3 'J QU EN5 mi? :Li N3 li-4 t.7 3 Es G4 n-4: Ii .r: .2 li-4 +1-.21 Gao C cn EE9 a,E0.: mE-5 mf: 5 iss' 34,45-.. misc -V53 32a swf! 1- 8.23 Bw Z 55: m Og saws .n:.E4'-'U P35 M O 'JI ua E dancing S GI an YB :: on r: W v-l -.. Ea ui EE 3... 0 as Se ... ES 32 L4 U GJ .E UD s: Qi 7: .2 11 U -2 Lu ff, 3 o : Ji vi 3 s: 'cz o o U .aa : .EP .Q .E '2 .Ep ... Ea 3. I5 -. Q-4 -Q? DE .. 5 FU--n -ca: E U el U Q-ci' RE mi cn cn D 4C M l-4 va i M E 4. rt .C I-1 E CD .c ... -... o i cs- .-. E6 cu -E u lligcnt lnte r-4 Nlahv I'd rather not tell An angel Am I? Thanks for Anything my Working The kind that MR. TRACY r 1 RALPH W. HALLER CHARLOTTE G. KNOX ELMER E. BOGART, Principal FRANK M. SURREY RAYMOND N. KELLOGG , MM, pq V. 'P' ' ' .. H, K x LV A M , vnu? L. 'C X Y . fm , ..- ' ' J1v'ff?L'0 A Af' E. M31 ' I . 1 i , , . ,. ...M . 4- , .-.W , ,. .. - .1 LEONA MQGRAW JOHN A. HESS IRENE CHOFFIN MQBRIDE MORRIS L. BERGMAN ALICE C. HARTLEY SOPHIE M. HILDENBRAND GUSTAVE SHOR ANNE T. BRIDGMAN GERTRUDE WYNKOOP GECRGE T. MQQUILLAND THOMAS BATES LUELLA G. SMITH CAROLINE D. HALL HELEN M. STORY JULIUS STRAUSS HELEN A. EINN THE PRESIDENTS ADDRESS Nature, in her everfwinding, neverfending cycle, once again rolls around and brings back her birds and flowers. Morris, in her ceaseless educational process, once again produces a graduating class. Precedent, in its uninterrupted course, again decrees that the Senior President write an address. Past messages have dealt with what we have taken away with us from Morris. This message purports to deal with what we can give to her. Every graduating class has within its number the greatest proportionate potentiality, probably, that may be found anywhere in the world. The thought suggested is too apparent to need any useless explanation. This -class has within it the makings of all that goes to make good and true men and women, as well as cofoperative and successful citizens. It is for us to realize these potentialities. V One hears the saying: The gift is twice blessed, it blesses him who gives and him who receives. The same applies now. When all is said and done, the greatest satisfaction that one can get in life is that of a deed well doneffor others. Thus the double blessing. Likewise do we give double blessing in doing something which will make Morris proud to say That is a Graduate of mine. Education is more than a process of mere bookflearning. The modern world is daily becoming a more concerted group of community workers. And this is but rightfit is daily becoming a group of people with common interests. Consequently, it is our duty, as members of a progressive gen' eration, to keep apace with this movement. Let our motto be Broad mindednessf' The world is bigger than you or I, bigger than any group feeling. If advance is to be made, it is to be made by maintaining an open mind. If we are to amount to anything, it will only be by persistent applif cation, by maintaining high ideals, by broadfmindedness, by achievement to capacity and by service to ourselves through service to others, in short, by being fair with ourselves. ' It would not be amiss to inject at this point a few words of grateful appreciation to the greatest moulders of character and the greatest forces for good that have ever existed--our teachers and parents. lt is not nec' essary to repeat what has oft been said before: 'LWe are both grateful and and thankful, we are ready to give and do our best. But the way we 'intend to give our thanks is by doing the deeds confronting us with the joy of doing the work and we intend to do our best by meeting each new situation with an open and flexible mind. CARL E. SCHIFFER. Sixteen Ge-ml! iii?-Gsm Siafnevf Iffelimggom X X . -H . Y X v w if 6 1 1 . - 1 aisle 3 Most Pap-ular Boy ....,,... ,............ G arl F. Schiffer 3 3 Most Popular Girl ,,.,,,.,..... ................. R ose Reitman g E Best Looking Boy .........,,,., ..,,. .......,,. ....i,...... J e r ry Rosenthal i E Best Looking Girl .,,.............,,,.................,,...............i..,....,.......,,.,,,,.. Laura Smith i E Boy Most Likely to Succeed ,......,.......... Raymond A. Kestenbaum i i Girl Most Likely to Succeed ....,,...., ........,..,....r............... O lga Rachmil E 5 Best Boy Student ...,,..,...........,.,,,,,,,.,...... ,,..,...,,,,i. B enjamin Weriansky i E Best Girl Student ,,..,,t,,,,.................. .. ,,,..,...,....... Sarah Holzman i U Best Boy Dancer ...,.,.,.... i,,t......,,.......... S am Dlugin i H Best Girl Dancer ........,, H Sweetest Girl ....,..,.,...,....... H Boy I Most Admirc ......,, Fagin i l ..,,,........,Abraham Glayman E ...........Gatherine Langguth l H Girl I Most Admire ..............,... .,,,....,,, C atherine Friedman i E Boy Greatest Social Asset ...,,...... .....,,t...............,.,..,... S id Eckman C H Girl Greatest Social Asset .,,i,......i. ............,......,............,...,,,,,, R uth Stone i H Most Ghliging Boy ..,,,....,..,,....,.,...... ,.......... E manuel B. Schoenbach i H Most Gbliging Girl ........,, ............,................ B etty Seidler i H Best Dressed Boy ...,.......,., ....,,,,....i I erry Friedman i H Best Dressed Girl .......,,..... .........,,,.Sophia Kamish ! H Class Artist .....,.,....,...,,,,,.... .........r...........,.....,,, A lex Dmitrieg D E Class Optimist .......,,,.,, ....,......,,r.r..r.,..,..,,,,, A aron Klinger H Class Orator ,............. Raymond A. Kestenhaum Q H Glass Humorist ,,.......,, ,.......,...........,,,..,,,....,..,.... F rcd Schmcrer Q H Glass Actor .t,,.,,.....,,,. .,,...,............ J erry Friedman f Q Spanish Athlete ,....,i,,. ,,.........,,, G illespic Anderson ! Q Smiling Sam ,,,,i.,...., ...,,......,,,,..,,............ ,.,,,,.,,,...........,... G 1 Lrl Rosner Q U Bahhling Betty ,,,...,..,.. ......,,..,.,,..........,, ,,...............,, ......,,,... A 1 1 n Dohsewitz Q Q Long and Short ,,,..............,,,.,,,,,, Lcstcr Roseman and Victor Riesel Q Q Class Athlete .......,c,,,,,,., ,c,rc......,.,,...,, ,,,.....,,,,,L,,,c.................,...,c, J u lic Sturman ! U Class Writer .,,,...........,,, .,i., .............,,,, M i Sha Rubin Q U Class Pessimist ....,,..,,,,,, ,...........,,, joseph L. Simon Q H Lunch Room Luke ,.,,,i,,..... .c......................, S id Kaufman U Glass Musician.. ......,,,.,,i.,, .....,,....... N athan Reinherg ! Q Poet Laureate .,.............,.,.,.............,,,.....,.,....................,,...... Nathan Brownstein ! .511-0: img:zo1n.:u1u:u-L-u-1 1 1 1 :- 0 Eighteen Z 10:01-010,101-nzuunuzi- -0-19:0 iw- -,EfQ1QQEuZfl.' - - .. ,,,, fu- ' ff,1iI11Ihf,fQeQ1lI1lf - 2 E l Ncrvy Ned .,,,,,,,, ..... .............,,, A r thur VcmBcrg l Tzllkutivc Tom .,,,,,. ,,........, J crry Cornficlgl i Borrowing Bill ....,,,,,A,, ....,, , ., , ,.,,,,,, ,,,,,. R alph Shirkcs Q M 3 , 9,4 l filffigg fg ,sf hw' 1 N W : 1 : fblllwz X .3 'ill gli!! .1 -- -P f l l'Q?'+WIa,1f',g,1fl ,I 2 Ti l 2 llgglz l, aff 1 , Q 0' ll ll , 'Ni I - K l W 2 'lil ll lllhl. lg A M i,Wll'f'l MQ. ,VNN 1 .4 X x . fl i Mb' Q W 1 l 4 fi J-4,1 ff! ,flfl f fm' J , Q V13 .L l l l' lfgf frlfn- 'il N' 7 bf- 1 ll, Q V' xlll I :if x - A-Hd,-, QS SX X E gy, V fm-2 may Q, Y vi-l f 3 ' 3 ' : l f l - X XXX- 1 lg l x Mr- l W i f. K6?P1lL1fgMil lf Cldff G XC To Avis A1-He A QO0d pair of' LQQLLH get has Lelff hopg he'II bg. 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M W Niuelcc 0112155 Gnmmitiern Book Committee Misha Rubin, EclitorfinfChief Nathan Brownstein Fred Schmerer Marion Stern Alex Dmitrielf Ruth Shankman Joseph Strumlauf Raymond Kestenhaum Lillian Siegel Jerry Cornfield Jacob Greenberger Harold Heiko Sol Ohlas Murray Dorkin Williani Folprecht Saul Freund Beatrice Goldstein joe Axelrod Yetta Dick Sam Dlugin Sidney Eckman Twenty A1 Knock Co-mmittee Fr ecl Sch merer, Chairman Nathan Reinberg Leroy Rodman Ruth Shankman Lillian Siegel Class Night Committee Victor Riesel, Chairman Morris Horn Sidney Kaufman Katherine Langguth Milton Massow Dance Committee Murray Flender Bessy Iskowitz joseph M. Lobel Laura Smith Friedlander, Ch airma n Ivlarion Stern Lillian Stiglitz Arthur Von Ber g David Worgari Betty Seidler Stella Skolnick Kate Tremml Helen Perlman Ruth Stone Sylvia Zeiderman Gllanz Glnmmitiew Nathan Ehrenkranz Isidore Fink Willialn Goldman 'Oscar Iceland Gillespie Anderson Bertha Bauch Louis Bruckman Mamie Horowitz Dorothy Barchoif Sam Canter Saul Freund Jack Friedman Joseph Ayeroif Ben Dickstein Isidore Glotzer Isadore Gold Finance Committee Gerald Friedman, Chairman Arthur Lundgren Jack Pottish Rose Shavelson Fred Shopkorn Pin Committee Ralph Jacobs, Chairman Albert Jacobs Rosalyn Josephson Mildred Kreeger Julius Malkin Commencement Committee Williani Kowalsky Arthur Litz David Parifsky Nathan Popkin Book Assistants Fannie Gutman Harold Heiko Morris Honigman Anthony J. Schilero Elias Strauss Harold Susserman Rose Weiss Gary Zucker Evelyn Petruzzi Kate Tremmel Wilfred Weissberger Carl Rosner Ralph Shirkes Max Youngstein Manual Zegelbaum Alvin Schneiderman Laura Smith Philip Strauss Hyman Tannenbaum Twentyfone his,,.,giEafmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm handy! K lx affiiifiillliillllliil ifizim ggififisziiiii eiiiiliiii if I 1'KXQw.v.wiHu. 2, 15113 R3 RQQMEIWU 69? lfaW gl Dlx? ltmwf M ,X x y x , . i 3 ' , .. , ,,.N , , ,T a ' ' . ' .V . ' A l f :1- 4 A' q,V.. ..,,.liiIii2l2i 4 5 'I W ia atrig rv, S 3 if I Altsehuler, Lowell Borek, Irving Braverman, Harold Bunin, Raymond Clayman, Abraham Corniield, Jerome Ehrenkranz, Nathan Fellner, Sonia Gillary, Hyman Glotler, Isidore Goldowsky, Joseph Hecht, Beatrice Hol:man, Sarah MEMBERS OF THE ARISTA Horowitz, Eli Jacobs, Ralph Kestenhaum, Raymond Kohs, Lester Kowalsky, Williztm Lang, IVIilton Lapan, Bernard Lohel, Joseph Ivlassow, Ivlilton Parifsky, David Reisinger, Beatrice Rodman, Leroy MEMBERS OF THE SERVICE Aronson, Leon Barsk f S 'lvia ya Y Begowsky, Gertrude Hecht, Beatrice fSj Hecht, Joseph Holzman, Sarah . Bookspan, Aleck Jacobs, Ralph QSJ Borelx, Irving QSQ Brownstein, Nathan Buhrick, Pauline Kainish, Sophia QS, Karakashan, Richard Kaufman, Sidney Clayman, Abraham Kestenhaum, Raymond Dmitriell, Alex Kohs, Lester QSQ Dorkin, Ivlurray Koxvalslqy, XVilliam Eckman. Sidney Kreegcr, Ivlildred QS, Ehrenlvranz, Nathan Lang, Iwlilton Fellner, Sonia QSQ Lohel, -Ioscph QSJ Fink, Isidor Lundgren, Arthur Friedman. Gerald IVIayer, Irving Friedman. Kate Ivlayland, Irving QSJ Friedman, Miltciii Gillers, Marx Ivlireloxvitz, ,Iulius Ivlontlack, Edith Goldoxvsky, joseph fSj Ivlorehouse, Elizaheth Goldstein, Beatrice Gutma n. Fannie NIurray, Catharine Rachmil, Olga QS, Denotes Silver Fin. T1i'c'vify !ii'o Rubin, Mishzi Schmerer, Fred Schneiderman, Alvin Schoenhaeh, Emanuel Singer, Benjamin Sisman, Irving Stone, Ruth Strauss, Elias Tauhin, Sylvia Vxferiansky, Benjamin Vxforgan, David Zuckor, Gary LEAGUE Rcisinger, Beatrice Reitman, Rose Rodman, Leroy QSJ Ruhin, Emma Ruhin, Mislizi Savetsky, Louis Scharfman, Sidney Schiffer, Carl Sehoenhach, Emanuel Seidlcr, Betty Shron, Louis Sisman, Irving Smith, Laura Stein, Louis Stone, Ruth Strauss, Elias Taulain, Sylvia Vvveriansky, Benjamin Zcgelhaum, Ivlanuel Zcidcrman, Sylvia Zucker, Gary Most Popular Boy 'A.,,,,,, J Most lopular Girl .,,,,,,.,..., . . W, . Prcttiest Girl ....................... Handsomest Boy ......A,,......A,,....................,, ......,... Boy Most Likely to .George T. McQuilland ...Charlotte G. Knox .............Irene C. McBride ...David F. Stevenson Succeed ..............A..,......,.....A..A......,. Elmer E. Bogart Girl Most Likely to Succeed .,.......A.,.,. ....,,, M argaret A. Lindquist Class Orator .,i...,.....ii,,.i,,,,, ...i.i,,,,.,.........,. .,,,......,,..,,,........... T h omas Bates Best Boy Dancer .,..,i,..,i,, .........ii..........., G ustave Shor Best Girl Dancer ,,,,,,,,,,..,... Greatest Social Asset.. ,,,.,,. .. Sweetest Girl .......,,i.,.,..... Most Obliging Boy. Most Chliging Girl... Boy I Most Admirc. Girl I Most Adinirc. Lunch Room Luke .... Class Humorist ..i.....ii.i Class Musician ,,,.,.,,,, . Writer .,,..,..,. Class Nervy Ned ,,,.,,,,, Class Athlete ,,,,,,.,..,,. Poet Laureate .......,....ii,. Best Boy Student. Best Girl Student ,,,,,.,,, Best Dressed Boy '.....,. Best Dressed Girl .i,i. Leona McGraw .........Anne T. Bridgrnan Catherine C. Colucci A. Hess Hedwig W. D. Hilker ...Raymond N. Kellogg ...........................CH1'Ol111C Hall ..............Julius Strauss ..........Theodore Cohen . ......... Luella G. Smith . Ralph W. Haller .........EclWin Tracy ......,......William Gaylor ..,.......Charles E. Ballard .. ......... Michael D. Sohon .. .. ...Harriet F, Hale Morris L. Bergman Alice C. Hartley .........Sophie M. Hildenhrand . .. .. ........ Laura C. Ferris ..............Edwi11 Coyle ear E. Aelqer and Benjamin L. Kaufman Class Actor ............ ...... Class Artist ....... Class Optimist . .. Class Pessimist ......... ., Long and Short ......... Us 11 1 1 1 1-iiumem -. :Lama-zum-iiqziiiguiriui Twcntyflli Arknnmlehgrnrniz The editors wish to express their humble appreciation and sincere gratitude to those who, through generous sacrifice of time and labor, have made the compilation of the material within this volume possible, With' out their unlimited aid, it would never have been possible to publish this book or anything similar to it. We extend thanksi To Mr. Shor, for his liberal supervision of the literary section of this book, To Mr. Hess, for his friendly and invaluable advice concerning the business end of it, To Mrs. McBride, for her able supervision of the knocks, To the Typewriting Department, especially Miss Frankel, Mr, Safran and Mr, Ludwig, for its unhesitating supply of typistsg To the indispensable and hardworking typists themselves, led by Miss Nancy Chiappetta and Miss Sylvia Roseffg To the Drawing Department, for its generous supply of drawing ma' tcrialsg To Miss Laura Smith for her cofoperation in the making of the varif ous cuts enclosed within these pages, And to Emanuel B. Schoenbach for his obliging aid in proofreading the material. THE EDITORS. .gm-.f::..::::: ::::: : :iz : :iz -,:.: : : 2 .,-Q.-Z: .- Ir- 'Twentyffow M' 'H ,QTHJFA .7...'. ' f . ' ' . 1 ' ' .2-A1:v.h .r :km-,. Q IQ, N, Lf r. 5. 5. .' 1 ' .,- xg:-R' Lay. ,lil .,, .11 Aka- .f, . fs f? 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A Game for Young and Old .......,..... The Wisdom of Marie ......................., justice Opens an Eye ......,,.............. Cn the Finesse of Torture .,,,.,........ The Attack .,,..........................................A The Ideal School Day .........,i............. 'blt Happened in Northland ....., .. Gninway ........,..................,,...,............... ......4,,..... Concerning a Two Cent Saver .....................wY The Whistling Wonder from Venice ......,,.. PoliticsfA Kaleidoscope ........i...........i....,.,,,... Class Prophecy .......................... The Three Morrisites .......,,,,, The Last Laugh ...............,V, Gypsy Romance ...........,..,.............,...,....,....,V,.....,.,,,,,,VV........................ A Literary Sample Where Excellence Is Found ........... Fantasy ..........,.,ii,,,.................,.,,...A..............,,,...........V.........,......,........... ':1u1n1 1 1 1 1 1:1 1:1 1 1 1 1 1 -1 -' 1 -Z - - 1 L- wentyfsix EIGHT f Night MABEL TURNS THIRTY- i HE winter afternoon was rapidly retreating. E was not far off. Heavy blue black clouds were dark 3 5 ening the rainbow trail of the setting sun. There K V was a frost brooding in the air. Mabel Lowe stopped Y before a broad glass window. Her feet were numb 1 and her finger tips were aching with cold under their K brown kid covering. She could not resist another -- look at the foolish little black satin, marked S12 95 Mabel knew that it was a silly dress and not suited for her, but she wanted silly things. She would even have liked some friend of hers to come up right now and call her that old nickname 'kMabey. How she had resented any one calling her that. She hid stamped her foot and affected a hurt attitude. Who would call in old woman of thirtyfeight g'Mabey ? she thought bitterly. Forgetting the dress, she walked briskly towards home, to the ieeom paniment of bitter selffpitying thoughts. Mabel walked up the stairs to her third floor apartment. She entered with her latch key and was rather annoyed that nobody wls home Sh had told Nora not to keep the children out late. Mabel wished that she had not gone to see the movie she hid that afternoon. It left her restless and edgy. Why, that girl who pl iyed the heroine in the picture, Mabel could swear, was more thln thirty five If the papers said that she was thirty, then she was probibly older ut how she kept her looks! Why she did not look a day over tvtenty five And what an interesting life she was leading, being mxde loxe to by handsome men, possessing fame, fortune, admirers all over the eountry Mabel was sure that with a little makefup she could look just as beautiful It was not that she craved a movie career, no, not at all Wh it Mibel wanted was Romance with a capital letter, Romance as the last striw of that fast fleeting youth. Mabel had been considered a beauty where she eime from Sh had had many admirers who sought her hand. Having always been ad venturous and impulsive, she had eloped with, David Lowe 1 ehildhood sweetheart. During the fifteen years of her marriage w th Dive she eould not recall one single misery that he had caused her Of course she still loved Dave, and the children, Herbert and Della She would not exchange anything in this world for them The trouble was that she was perfectly content with them, but when Dave and the children had gone away to business and to school, then her agony began It was the same old life from day to day: one waited only for the meal times went to bed, got up, and repeated the same all over again except for a few rcessions such as the movies and the theater once in a while Twenty seven inte She had tried to talk to David about it, but David simply smiled and slumped deeper in his chair. uHow should you like to have a girl come up and help you dear? he queried. We can afford it now. Hjust like a man! thought Mabel. He is afraid to talk about other than prosaic matters. She was interested in having a maid. Mabel was becoming really worried, as she glanced at her small watch. To pass the time away she read a tabloid sheet which had come as a wrap' ping for some package. A Personal Column. Mabel had heard about these but she had never seen one. She glanced over itfthen with fast beating heart she reread: 'LManfIntelligent, educated, very lonely, business man in this city wishes to correspond with a similar lonely person who can appreciate in- teresting letters and perhaps an interesting friendship. With feverish hands she reached out for pen and paper. Her hand shook. The pros and cons kept registering in her brain: It is vulgar. Here is a man with the same feeling. Dave would object. Maybe it can give me an interest-break these agonizing gaps of the day-an interest in life. You are over thirty, Mabel Lowe, and you act like a romantic school girl, But just to try it! With shaking hands she wrote a letter. She could never tell afterwards what she really did write. David and the children came in at the same time. He had met Nora as he passed the park. The children were very loquacious tofnightg they threw themselves at their mother with childish force. b'There, there, said Dave, don't be upsetting mother. She looks as if she might be blown away by the wind. 'Grandmother, what red cheeks you have. Better to kiss you my de:-1r,' he quoted, and no sooner said than done. That night after the children had been put to bed, Mabel sat down next to David. She had not really made up her mind to send the letter. She tried to broach a personal topic again, but David as usual was far away in the land of the Times His Beg pardon, dear, completely anf nihilated Mabel's attempt at a heartftofheart talk with David. A few days passed, days of watching and dreading the mail, days of sselffcondemnation. Finally it did arrive. Mabel could hardly wait till she got rid of Nora and the children to read the letter. Within the privacy of her room she read the epistle word for word. Her mind searched for an insight, because Mabel was still in doubt as to her wisdom in answering the ad. It seemed as if all was well, Mabel's eyes sparkled and the color played hide and seek in her cheeks. We next see Mabel answering the letter. 'fwentyfeight Perhaps it is better to pass over some time, for all was as before except that Mabel, too, acquired the habit of going off in her own dreams and thoughts, accompanied by the awakening phrase of Beg pardon, dearf' David was the one who now became aware of his wife's reveries and felt annoyed. Mabel dreamt, dreamt of this sympathizing friend, this outlet for her feelings. She pictured him many times: not his faceffor Mabel was not in love with anybody but Dave, and did not care about the physical aspect of anyone. It was the understanding and character of this man, the one with whom she could talk about anything. He answered in very short letters, but then Mabel thought that he must be very busy. It was at the depot, in the waiting room, on the bench under the clock. Mabel sat tapping her foot nervously. She was going to meet him. She was nervous, because she was afraid of being disappointed. You know 'there are people who can write, but when it comes to anything else they are slow or stupid. He had set 1:30 and here it was already 1:45. To :show that there was nothing sentimental in it, I can rightly say that Mabel had no qualm about actually waiting fifteen minutes for a man. There were a few more people on the bench. Next to her sat a Qstodgy little man, with straggly red moustache, chewing on a cigar. Mabel had not noticed him until she heard him say, Well, when will she ever come? I beg your pardon, said Mabel. O, that's all right, he replied, 'Tm only waiting for some dame. tt Who? came involuntarily from her lips. Well, he moved closer and began in a confiding tone. I only got married last month. Before that I had taken a mail order correspondence course: I need it for real estate. I put an advertisement in the Personal Column of the Times just to do a little writing and perhaps get me ra wife. I know a friend of mine met his wife that way and they're pretty happy. Some married dame answered, and at first I thought that she might be a widow or something and I replied. My wife, too, answered fthat is she wasn't my wife as yetj. Now that we're married she found out that this dame and I corresponded. She made me arrange a date to meet her here and tell her that it's no useflim married already. I never knew what she was batting about anyway. Perhaps you saw someone looking for a gentleman near this bench? How she managed to get away and through which streets she walked home is a mystery without any clues. Twentyfnim. Now I lay me down to sleep . . . Mummy why are you crying? de' manded the childish voice. Della threw her arms around her mother. Nothing, honey, nothing, it's only that tofmorrow I'l1 be thirtyfeight, and I'm glad. Now say your prayers. Now I lay me down to sleep . . . David opened the door softly and beamed upon his beloved. Mabey, he stagefwhispered, 'Llet's steal away tonight. RUTH SHANKMAN. A LAMENTATION ON THE DETERIORATION OF CROSS-WORD PUZZLES There are many things in this world about which one can lament. The- masculine half of our civilization laments the fact that they must wear the insignificant collar button, and that it is not always the woman that pays. The feminine sex mourns the fact that dish washing has not been abolished by an amendment to the constitution. I bewail the deterioration of the crossfword puzzle. Lincoln freed the slaves, but what is his deed compared to the emancif pation caused by the crossfword puzzle! Brother Willie, aged ten, escaped many a scolding by seeming to be busily engaged in doing his home work when mother looked into his room. In reality, he was trying to think of a fourfletter Siberian river. Sister Sue, aged sixteen, had at last found a topic of conversation which interested all her boy friends, namely cross' word puzzles. Mother and Dad having just had one of their annual quarf rels would become reconciled when dad absentfmindedly asked mother the name of a threefletter African bird. There! No member of the family has been omitted! Then, there is the influence the crossfword puzzle had in the subway. Ah! the subway! What a place of observation and inspiration it was! We would see a young fellow, his foot propped up on the white enameled railing, studiously regarding a piece of paper in his hand and thoughtfully chewing a pencil. Hm! a student trying to solve a mathematical problem, we would think. Closer observation, however, would show that the piece of paper in the young fellow's hand far from being a mathematical problem, was instead a crossfword puzzle. 'Thirty Pity the poor, weary masculine in the subway. Time was, when, as soon as he saw a woman enter the car, he hurriedly pulled a crossfword puzzle out of his pocket. Now, what can he do when a fair female stands with imploring eyes before him? He either remains seated under the flimsy excuse of reading his newspaper and is termed a cad or he graciously ref linquishes his seat. There is no peaceful crossfword puzzle to intervene in his behalf, Where, too, are the crossfword puzzle fans? Can you not remember the time when a total stranger would tap you on the sleeve and ask in an impatient voice: 'LExcuse me, sir, but what is a twofletter weather condif tion? If you could answer his question, you were his friend for life, if not, you were just another one of God 's creatures. Now times have changed. No more shall the barrier of convention be broken down so that we can obtain friends without formal introducf tion. No more shall we have a pleasant pastime, an educational amusef, ment. The crossfword puzzle has deteriorated. All you can retain now of your former liking for it is a sneaking affection. Woe be it to you if your passion for it flames higher, for you will immediately be dubbed antique Like the auctioneer's words the crossfword puzzle is goingg ggoing-and perhaps at some future date it will be-gone. LILLIAN SIEGEL. , .ur s Q A ff ' :ag ll. M' :'??.1': SV :E ly - -:F:E J, C' U Tlzirtyfonc NIGHT BY A FOUNTAIN HE fountain wrought of marble white, vm Y E i Glistened pink and purple in the moon's fair light, And the splashing, spraying water fell Wtih the faint tinkleftinkle of a wee silver bell, -Y The pure crystal ball, in the day bright white, .gf Glimmered green, burned red, in the air of the nigh The white stone boy with wings spread wide, '-'f A-1 'leaf irtyftwo Rocked in the light from side to side, And the fireflies flitting round his head, Suffused his hair with a pale warm red. Bewitched by the musical, watery tune, Entranced by the beauteous light of the moon, l closed my eyes in exquisite delight, And there, in the air, was a wondrous sight, Woven of dreams of the years gone by, Enriched by the silent trees and the sky. Gold, dim crimson, and blue, round the fount, Rode a warrior weird on a wild splendid mount, Twice, thrice he circled in the calm night air, Then flew toward the stars in a blinding glare. The gleam grew soft and soon died down, Then from the fount in a silverftipped gown, Up rose the queen of the elfin land, Circled round by her prancing band, That whirled in a rhythmic, mystic troop, And swirled in a colorful, changing group. Then all became a purplish flare, And vanished away in the warm night air, Wliile the fountain wrought of marble white, Glistencd pink and purple in the moon's fair light. NATHAN BROWNSTEIN. MoE, MY sHoE, AND 1 I yawned. I stretched. Then I repeated the process, concentrating upon my actions so as to enjoy them all the more. Then I turned to Moe who was sitting beside me on the grass in Crotona Park and said, ulvloe, let's dedicate one of these Easter weekfdays to a long bicycle trip. And I yawned and sighed, exhausted by the effort I had made in unburdenf ing myself of this weighty thought. For a few minutes there was silence, then a sleepy voice acquiesced, OK. with me. Sleepily we planned the trip. The start was to be made at nine o'clock, Monday morning. Lunch and auxiliary provisions were provided for. Our destination was unlimited: If we could get to Ithaca, Wisconsin, in one day, I'm willing, I remarked, glancing sideways furtively to see what effect this statement might have. But seeing that Moe had not the semblance of a grin, I mumbled drowsily: Anyway, we'll travel in that direction. The alarm clock was punctual on Monday morning, and I was angry. I shut it off with a snap, got up, saw that it was raining outside, went back to bed, and dreamt that I had fallen off the Palisades Cliff. I was still falling when I awoke. Two hours later Moe appeared, and we decided to take the bicycle trip on Vv'ednesday. HO. K. with me, said Moe, but this time he wasn't drowsy. Neither was I, for I had awakened at eleven in the morning. Wednesday, at nine in the morning, all was ready. Everything was packed up, my knapsack was heavy, and Moe and I were jubilant. We were two blocks from my house when I remembered that I had left my clasp knife at home. Back we turned, and I went upstairs after parking the bicycle behind an imposing automobile in front of my house, As I was descending the stairs after having procured the knife, a pale and indignant Moe met me on the first floor landing. L'Something hapf pened to your bike, he announced solemnly. What! I was able to exclaim before I rushed headlong out of doors to find my iron steed stand miserably and precariously at the curb. The front wheel was smashed in several places in such a manner as to give the bicycle the imposing appearance of a shellfshocked veteran of a decade ago. I looked at my treasured possession for a few minutes and then furiously confronted the driver, What the devil do you mean by backing your car into my bike? ' I demanded icily. Then I stopped short, for I realized that the driver was a woman. With a sinking heart, I listened to her threat to call a policef man. I challenged her to do so, took the license number of her car, took the names of several witnesses, listened to her tirade against me, the police, my bike, and the neighborhood in general, copied her name and adf dress and those of her insurance broker, took her driver's license number Tliivtyfthree 'gave her my name and address and called it a day. A moment later, after a few more parting epithets concerning the population of the Bronx, the honorable lady from Central Park West made good her departure. Disconsolately, Moe and I watched the departure, and then looked at our bicycles. Suddenly Moe straightened up as if he were shot, and I knew at once that he had an idea. As I prepared to defend myself, he blurted out: Tell you what! I.et's make it a foot hike! I started, I looked up, I beamed, I smiled. Well, I'1l be doggoned! I exclaimed. Come on, and let's make it a good foot hike! We carried the bicycles upstairs, and proceeded to make it a good foot hike by taking the trolley to Fordham Road, changing to the Bronx and Van Cortlandt Park trolley and going to the last stop, taking the Yonkers car from there to the Yonkers Ferry, and thence crossing the Hudson to the Jersey shore. After this exhausting twofhour hike we decided that we were very hungry, but we bravely abstained from food until we had walked along the shore some three miles to a large, grassy campus. There we weakly slumped down on the ground and consumed most of the lunch originally intended for the bicycle trip. After we had rested suiiiciently, we decided to climb the adjacent rocks, taking off our shoes in order not to slip. Having tied our shoes to our belts we began the hazardous clamber .... Twenty minutes later we emerged on a flat rock where we decided to halt. As we discarded our packs and shoes we noticed a small cave made by an overhanging rock. We climbed to the cave and examined it, than we. sat down on our flat rock, took out a chess game we had brought along, and began to play. Suddenly we noticed that there was an ominous shadow above us. We looked about worriedly, wondering what the gloomy pall was. I looked up and saw that the sun was paling, and in its vicinity I saw a huge black cloud. 'LGood night! I whispered in awe, and my heart literally went down to my boots-only I didn't have them on at the time. We were three miles from any ferry, and besides, we were hopelessly imprisf -oned in our formidable rocks. I looked up again and was rewarded with the sight of the black cloud covering the sun. I looked at Moe, and iMoe looked at me. Why did I follow your idea, anyway? I asked bitterly. 'LI should have known better than to agree with you. '!Well, let's transfer our things to that cave, returned the practical Moe, and we began our task. A gust of wind suddenly swept by, speed' -ing our work tenfold. I grasped all my possessions and jumped for the cave. Suddenly I felt something slip out of my hand, heard it clatter on the rocks, followed by a splash in the water below. I heedlessly conf tinued to the cave and sorted my possessions into different places, while Moe was doing the same. Suddenly I stopped, looked up at Moe, and Thirty-four quietly, solemnly, and tragically announced, IVioe, one of my shoes is gonelu There was a dead silence interrupted only by the steady pattering and splashing of the rain. Then a stentorian roar was heard and I saw Moe rolling and twisting on the rocks in a paroxysm of wild laughter. At that moment I thought my friendship with Moe was at an end. I gloomily arranged my knapsack and then sat still. Oh, how are you going to get home with one shoe, hafhafhalv Moe choked desperately. Yeh, but how about my shoe? I shouted back, half amused, half irritated. This served only to increase the gales of laughter, so I desisted from further comments. An hour later the sun emerged from the clouds and began to dry the rocks. It was late afternoon, and we decided to go home. Yeh, but what about my shoe? I reiterated, only to receive the same reply. We packed up and started to climb out of the rocks. We accom' plished this feat in fifteen minutes and on the grassy level we put our shoes on. Moe put on two shoes, while I put on one, Shod in this fashion, I began the threefmile trudge to the ferry. All went well until the end of the grass was reached. Then suddenly I jumped up and uttered an 'LOUCHN which the echo mercilessly brought back to me, and which almost caused Moe to lie down in the mud in his laughter. I picked a pebble out of the sole of my foot and began gingerly to hop forward. But I was forced to step on my unshod foot and each time I did so winced. Moe allowed me to lean on his shoulder while I stepped on the ill fated foot, and he even offered to lend me his shoe for a part of the way. This last I refused and continued limping, muttering under my breath. A mile away from the rocks we reached a shed in front of which a man was standing. He looked on while I limped by, and then asked symf pathetically: What's the matter bud, hurt your foot? UNO, I answered plaintively, I lost my shoe and I have to walk to the ferry this way. He looked at me for a while and then burst into uncontrollable laughter, calling indoors, Say, Bill, harfharfhar, here's a fellow that's lost his shoe, harfharfhar, and, harfhar he has to walk all the way to New York barefoot harfharlv Suddenly the house shook as Bill's voice joined that of his companion. I bent down and grasped a rock, but Moe pulled me by the arm, causing me to step on an especially sharp pebf ble, and to cry MOUCHV' so loudly, as to bring me to my senses. Grumbling, I began to limp forward again. Before I left that shed a beam extending from it caught me on my forehead, raising a lump of no mean proportions. I leaned on Moe's shoulder which was, as usual, shaking with laughter, and stumbled grimly on. Tllirtyfjfvc When we reached the ferry, I borrowed Moe's sock and supplemented my own on my shoeless foot. It was a relief to walk on a smooth hard sidewalk, after the soft, rough Palisades trail. In Yonkers we took the car, then changed for the Bronx Van Cortlandt Park line, and so came home. On the way I was the center of attraction and almost bowed to the spectators. L'Your popularity must be deserved, hilariously whispered Moe. I reached home dirty and tired. After I had scrubbed off some of the dirt and just before I went to sleep, I made an inventory of the benef fits of the Easter vacation: QU A broken bicycle wheel, QQ A dismemf bered pair of shoesg A beautiful lump on the forehead, GQ General exhaustiong QSJ One battered foot and two torn socks. As I fell asleep, I was almost glad that Easter vacations were few and far between, MISHA RUBIN. THE LITERATURE OF YOUTH The following is precisely that much deplored and foolishly avoided type of criticism-sometimes called destructive If this is a fault-- overlook it. If it is notfin your mind, excuses are unnecessary. I want to say that, judging from what I have seen, very young writers do themselves more harm than good by their abortive literary laborsAand that the result is not worth the time and energy. Almost invariably, the young writer, who mistakes boredom for an expressionistic urge, will keep a diary, he will record all. He will mix significant and insignificant, important and unimportant. He will do the same with objective material and will take to writing petty things in pretty ways. When life close at hand is confusing and unintelligible, the young literatus will go far afield and find subject matter he knows little or nothing about from first hand. The overworked Newfoundland fisherman, thc greasy, dull Esquimaux, the stupid, brutalized doughboy will all fall glorif fied victims to his pen. Obviously in these cases, his only source of inforf mation, and his only basis of evaluation, are the limited reports of his elders whom he may reach through conversation and books. Since books are syn' theses and interpretations of life, literature, based largely on literature, as far as subject matter goes Knot stylej becomes an imitation of an imitation. Falsities, insincerity, and shallow thought are natural results. Let us say more about this. To treat an emotion in character completely and truth' fully, to surround it with 'Lchosen and significant physical effects among those it actually has, the writer must have undergone a similar emotion many times before. A member of our elocution department once said, in speakf Tliinyfsix ing of the interpretation of a reading passage: Try to remember a time when you felt the same doubt and fear expressed in this passage. WO1'k yourself up to the necessary pitch by the recollection. The failure of the bulk of us to achieve this was to be expected. The adolescent who has experienced enough satisfactions, disappointments, hopes, and joys whose origin he understands and knows well enough to recall-is rare. The words of the elocution teacher had a wider application than they were given at the moment. It is by no means an original idea that an actor, singer, or artist works by memory of personal experience which he injects into his immediate production. I have purposely disregarded the schoolboy product which is purely rhetorical and not even an attempt at mature selffexpression. They do little harm until the writer begins to take himself seriously. If any among the schoolboy writers about us reach literary fame, I am safe in saying they will be among the world's imitators and puppets. They will never achieve the sincerity, force or wisdom of Anatole France, joseph Conrad, Sherwood Anderson-vall of whom started to write at a mature age. All this sounds like pure conjecture, but it is not. I have spoken from personal experience. The reader might suppose that my own words disprove themselves, that what I say is inconsistent with my saying so: rather think of this writer as a deaf mute who is giving you ideas by ingenious motions of his hands fwhich soon grow tired .... BERNARD WALSH. CI-i1iilyS6113l'n irlyfviglzt THE DEVIL DANCERS Listen to the hooming of the toinftoni, Reverheriiting through the forest gloom! Watch the writhing hodies of the dancers, Weirdly' lighted hy the leaping lliiniesl Leaping ilginies on szieriiieiztl ziltair, Flicker o'er the grinning pziintetl idol. Vxfho, squatting on his pedestal of stone, Looks down on ehoiiyfliueel tlanicers. Ah! the flames :ire slowly dying: The dancers stop their rhythmic swgiyiiig The hooming of the tomftom eezises. Mciriiiiig lintls an idol :intl some ashes. LILLIAN F-IEGEL K+... . A CUP OF TEARS If .111 the tears live ever shed were gathered up And placed together in ll giant inexrsuring cup, How queer it would he to see emotions measured there. I wonder how the true and false ones would compare. Joy would vie with Sorrow in the sharing Pity, too, would have the hairvests of the: of the tears. e many years. Then some part would go to Love, Regret, and Pain, And the cup would brim with tear drops, shed in vain. LILLIAN SIEGEL. Til irtyfnint ADAPTING FOR THE SCREEN A Scenario Writer Reports to His Chief April 15, 1929. U 1-1- P1 O ET 0 T! lllll JUST came across two stories which I'm sure with slight alterations will go great on the screen. ' WV Wi , L, , ,, , , gnu iffnzfllli The first one is called Silas Marner, and is written 2 It 'I fall!! - - ' - - EQ 334 ' ' r I . H -...f I rf f ' -' ' ' ' . ' - , I 5 , l al J by George Eliot As it is now the story is something I i E , like this. Marners best friend steals some money and lays the blame on Silas. Silas runs away to a little vilf lage. Here he finds little Eppie-and brings her up. film' V' 'le That's all there is to it, so you can see it's pretty dull. I'm suggesting a few changes with a view to tone it up .a bit and put some more action in it. In the first place, it isn't right for Silas to run away after he is accused of stealing. The proper thing for him to do is to beat the villain in a terrific struggle and force him to confess. A good fight always goes with the fans. Then Silas comes to Raveloe and finds Eppie. Meanwhile, the squire's son, Godfrey, lays his plans to kidnap little Eppie. He does so 'and hides away on his yacht that's bound for China. But Silas telephones the Navy and charters a destroyer. Here we have a patriotic scene show' ing Silas hoisting up the flag, while the band plays Stars and Stripes For' ever. Well, Silas catches the yacht, gets the girl, shoots the villain, and blows up the ship. For a grand climax, Silas marries Eppie. A good boxofhce title would be Night Life on the Amazon, or pos' sibly Torrid Love. Silas isn't a very good name for a hero. How about Lyman Treadwell or Hughie Randolph? The other story I was telling you about was written by a fellow named W. Shakespeare. He has quite an original style, and I might have signed him up. But unfortunately, on inquiry, I find that he has been dead sevf eral hundred years. It goes something like this: Antonio needs money. He goes to Shylock who lends it on condition that Antonio forfeit a pound of his own flesh if he cannot pay back the loan. Things go bad for An' tonio and when the time is up, he can't pay back the loan. Shylock is all ready to collect when Portia appears and saves Antonio by a cheap lawf yer's trick. Now while the story as a whole is good, the ending is thorf oughly unsatisfactory. What the fans want is a real thrilling climax like this: The money must be in Shylock's hands by twelve o'clock noon, or else he will carve his pound of flesh. Now Antonio has the money but it is in Timbuktoo, fifty miles away. At the break of dawn Portia dashes :away on her trusty steed to get the money and save her lover. She Fortyfone . T y, reaches Timbuktoo, gets the money, and begins the mad ride back. She outfrides pursuers, outshoots wouldfbe assassins, swims rivers, jumps chasms, and arrive at 11:59 1f2, just in time to save her lover from a fate too hor' rible to relate. Thus the hero is saved and the villain foiled. This change lifts the form from just another movie to a Spectacle of thei Century, A Film for the Ages, A Tale of Torrid Love 'Neath the Southern Moon. I can confidentially say that this picture will be a triumph of art and beauty and a lasting monument to the educational, recreational, and sensational benefits of the silver screen. Yours truly, ELIAS STRAUSS. A GAME FOR YOUNG AND OLD You have all played games in your childhood, some delightfully en' tertaining, others breath taking, hair raising, and still others where you em' ployed amazing subtlety. As you grow older you continue playing games perhaps in not so light a vein, but each is a combat and in each you must learn the rules more shrewdly, and make sacrifices. There is one game in which everyone in this great city indulges most frequently. If you are in the habit of travelling in the subway daily, you are already an experienced player. If, however, you have not, and will not master the intricacies of procuring a seat in the subway, you are destined to become a member of the Straphangers Union. Your opponents numf ber from a few hundreds upwards. You must baffle them by shrewd mediaf tion, alertness and agility. Let us say that you enter a car where there is an unusual number on the opposing side. You find yourself standing in front of one gentleman deeply engrossed in a newspaper, another in the depths of sweet oblivion, eyes closed, breathing gently, beside him a young woman with the latest popular novel. Immediately you must construe this as a danger signal. The players do not intend to move very soon. You must reach the other end of the car by the aid of your elbows, shoulders, head, and I beg your pardon, and establish yourself in a new environf ment-an atmosphere more alive and promising. You wedge yourself into a narrow space before a woman sitting on the edge of her seat. She is probably about to vacate her place and you gather all your wits and pref pare for the final struggle. After five stations have been passed with the object of your interest still on the edge of her seat, you must not let yourself become discouraged by these circumstances. At the next 'kstopn the lady rises. If you have followed directions religiously, you are now seated in her place with an attempt at appearing unconcerned. What does it matter if the next station is yours? You have achieved your aim and have scored a point, and incif dentally a seat, in your favor, GERTRUDE BEGOWSKY. Fortyftwo THE WISDOM OF MARIE The two men sat in the alefhouse and dreamed over their empty cups. Une was a stranger to the place. This was evident in view of his well' cut garments and the topfhat perched beside him on the bench. A sadflooking individual slumped by them and mournfully slouched into a corner chair. He blinked lazily and his regular snoring soon hum' med in the air. In his sleep, as when he was awake, a peculiar, sad look remained fixed on his face. It looked most natural and it seemed that it must have been set there for keeps by the Almighty on the day of the fellow's birth. See that feller sleepin' there? the stranger's tablemate, who was quite an old man, said in a low tone. See that sorry look? It comes from sor'ful experience. That man's got wot to be sad fer. Pardon, sir, if you s'posc you'd be comfitable 'ere, why if ye'd be so good as to 'ave my mug filled, I'll give ye first 'and information about 'im. The stranger blew his nose and smiled gratefully. He called for an' other pint of ale and presented it to the old man. Then he settled down with a contented sigh to listen. After a few preliminary coughs and sips of ale the man began: He was a savin' man was Tim Bunnet. 'Is wife saved 'is every cent for him and gave 'im a weekly 'lowance that bought a 'arf pint of ale just once a night an 'avin to wait for a passerby or drinks on the 'ouse was 'avin a 'ard time of it. 'E was married six years and wifey 'ad a purty sum set away which 'e was 'ankerin' for with all 'is 'art. Tim was sittin' by the wharf, Sunday a month, an' thinkin' deeply on the matter of the money w'en a tall feller walks by 'im whistling beautif f'ly, so Tim says, an' 'e caught Tim's eye. Then, Tim sudden 'ad 'is wonder' ful inspiration. 'E calls the feller over and starts a talkin' with 'im. They talked of ships an' the weather, and all the time, Tim was leadin' up to the subjick of money. W'eii the feller 'ears 'im say money 'e perks up 'is 'ears and 'is blue eyes shine. 'Owevcr,' Tim say to 'im, 'Say young feller, I know you'd like some easy money, money got on a little job. The feller thinks prob'ly it's dirty work an' 'e starts askin' questions. Tim stops 'im in the middle and 'e tells 'im of Marie and the money she's keepin', and all the while 'e tries to impress the feller with the fact that it was 'is legal property by right, was the money. With both their 'eads, they think up a passable plan to get the money. Tim in 'igh spirits agrees to a meeting at 'is 'ouse 'arter seven that night. It was a'most seven and Marie was washin' the supper dishes while Tim was idly smokin' 'is pipe. Soon 'e got to gettin' shifty an' res'less like, an' said to Marie 'e was goin' out to the front of the 'ouse to catch a bit Fortyftlwee of air. 'E yawned as if nothin' was up and slowly walked out the front door. Marie was hummin' and continered to wash dishes. Sudden she 'eard -'Hallool-Why bless my 'art if it ain't 'im!-Come right in!iMarie, Marie. Look 'ere-Marie.' Tim walks in with a young feller with long legs. The newcomer looks about 'im and eyes the plump 6g're of Marie lovingly. Then 'e looks at Tim. 'My brother sure picked right w'en 'e picked you,' 'e says. ' 'E's lucky I wasn't 'ere first or I'd 'ave you for mine,' 'e says. 'Marie,' Tim cuts in, 'this is my brother, Ambrose, from Australy, who's been makin' so much money lately. Marie he's a whale with wimf men an' don't let 'im get you.' 'LATICI' makin' this big speech an' considerin' it well done, Tim sat down. Marie quickly give Ambrose a seat an' made 'im welcome. She asked, was there nice wimmen in Australy, and the flatterin' feller said yes, but none, says 'e, to beat 'er. So with talkin' and foolin', the table was set again and Tim begins to wince a bit w'en 'e sees the best of 'is wine disappear like magic down the young man's gullet. 'E impatiently gives the feller the wink to start talkin' about the money. The feller acts very stupid like and don't seem to take the 'int. Tim starts it 'imself w'en 'e sees the feller fillin' up 'is fifteenth glass. 'Say, Marie,' 'e says, 'did ye ever stop to think prob'ly Ambrose came 'ere on a purpose?' 'Well,' says Tim, 'I wish you to know that Ambrose is 'ere to make people rich. 'E's got stocks an' 'e's sellin' 'em. 'E takes your money to Australy an' brings back enough to keep ye up fine fer life. 'E wants to do 'is old 'ome town a favor in this way but seein' as 'ow I'm 'is brother, I get first choice, Marie. D'ye 'ear Marie, first choice for your 'usban'.' Marie was surprised at this oration and asks to 'ave it told to 'er all over again. But Tim, in fear o' wot 'e'd bungle it up sayin' it over, told 'er 'e did'n' see no reason why she asked questions. 'E said she'd be thankin' 'er lucky stars she'd listened to 'im. All the while the young feller on'y shook 'is 'ead to all that Tim said, in the 'firmative, that is, an' smiled. Marie acted scared like. She stood up an' said, yes, she'd get the money from the other room. W'en she left, Tim told the feller in a whisper not to forget to give 'im the money soon's 'e got it, an' 'e'd give 'im a share later. Before the feller said a word to 'im, Marie returned with a packet. The feller stood up an' took it from 'er afore she made a motion to give it to 'im. He sat down an' Ivlarie said 'e'd better take care of it an' put it in a safe pocket. Fonyffour She turned away a minute to fix the curtains an' Tim signalled 'im 'that 'e wanted the money, but the feller made as if 'e did'n' see. Tim was makin' a pantomine of a 'orrible murder, sawin' the air with 'is 'ands, w'en the feller calls Marie, an' Tim swallers 'ard and stops. 'Marie,' says the feller quiet like, 'I left my satchel down by the wharf an' if you an' Tim will stay 'ere l'll bring it right up.' W'en 'e finished speakin' 'e stood up to go. Tim stood straight up with 'im, thinkin' 'imself a blasted fool fer not trustin' the feller. s 'I'll 'elp 'im with the baggage, Marie,' 'e says, 'We'1l be right back.' But imagine Tim's temper w'en the feller thanks 'im exceedingly fer 'is kind attention, but 'e says as 'ow in Australy one man carries bigger loads than just one satchel an' doesn' feel it. Tim was ragin' an' trem'lin' mad something awful. 'Hsh, Hsh! What's got into you?' Marie calls at 'im. Poor Tim 'ad let a cuss word escape 'gainst 'is own direction, 'Shame,' says Marie. 'An' you not seein' yer brother in so many years cussin' like mad in 'is presince.' Tim shut up like a clam. It was no use arguin' with 'er. The feller quick puts on 'is 'at and walks slowly out the door. Tim sittin' there an' thinkin' of all 'is 'ard earned money walkin' out on 'im like that in a scounderil's pocket, felt it was more'n human 'art could stan'. 'E lets out a yell that could be 'eard five mile out at sea an' makes like mad for the door. But all 'e seed of the feller was a grey streak fadin' into the distint 'orizon. Marie calls 'im loudly, 'Timothy Bunnet, come right 'ere this minute an' explain.' Tim, a broken man, sadly tells 'er ever'thin', word fer word, and as 'e told the story 'e grew more an' more irritated, First she chuckled. Then she grinned. Then she laughed in 'is face. Then 'e thought she would burst for laughin'. Sudden 'e stopped and said 'e didn't see for all the world wot she found so 'ighly amusin' and delightful, in losin' such a .stack o' money. Marie shrieks in 'is face with laughter, 'Timothy Bunnet,' she screeches, you gave me such a grand time I ha'nt got the 'art to keep it from you.' 'Wot are you drivin' at, Marie?' 'e says scowlin'. ' Well, Mr. Bunnet,' she says finally, 'I'll 'ave you know that your Marie .is'n' such a fool after all. I knowed all along 'e wasn' any of a brother of yours, because if you'd 'ad a brother you'd 'ave told me about 'im long ago.' Tim was struck dumb. 'But the money, Marianna, my love,' 'e sud' fdenly reminds 'er, 'the money.' Furtyffive 'Is right 'ere,' says Marie, an' draws a bundle from 'er stockinf Tim was on'y a 'uman like the rest of us an' that laid 'im out. Marie and I revived 'im an' 'e told me the story. Yes, sir, that look comes of sor'ful experience, sir. 'E's 'ad 'is, 'e's 'ad, yes sir! The old man drained the mug of its last few drops and smiled at the stranger who smiled back in turn and thanked him for the story. The top hat took its place upon the stranger's head and he arose. He purchased a threepenny smoke and left the alefhouse to continue his journey to the next town, NATHAN BROWNSTEIN. JUSTICE OPENS AN EYE Frederick Glanky, a suburbanite, was in trouble, in fact, in deep miserv- For the ways of authorship are hard and plagiarism is not the least of its difficulties. When an author has completed his first book and he worries over its acceptance by publishers, growing hot and cold with every turn of an active mind, it is bad enough. When he finds his first copy, the rough manuscript of his brain child, has disappeared, then he needs a friend as a receptacle for his woes. But when he sees his work already published anonymously by the publisher who refused point blank to accept it prev' iously, then it is time to see an attorney. Henry M. Allan, counsellor for legal difficulties and dispenser of for' ensic justice, was seated on one corner of a dilapidated desk, with one foot on the ground and two blue eyes dreamily surveying his private office. He was in conference. Tom an office boy, traditionally bereft of grandmothers, opened the door, rudely awakened the great man, and brazenly announced the presence of one Frederick Glanky, bearer of an introduction from a close acquaintance. It developed during the interview that the publisher was the exfbarf rister who had been excluded from the bar for illegal practices by the adverse attention of the astute attorney mentioned previously. And now, he had served his promising novelist in his cavalier fashion. For there was not a bit of doubt in the attorney's mind but that the publisher had taken gross advantage of inexperience in spite of the lack of concrete evidence. All of these circumstances decided him. When the Appellate Court opened on Moiiday, the 25th, there was no visible evidence as yet that the plaintiff really was the author. Mr. Allan, however, with his familiarity and his accustomed ease rose to salute his august personage, his honor the presiding justice. Fovtyfsix Finally, when the publisher came to the stand he said that his son, Roy, was the author of the book, but that for business reasons it had seemed advisable to publish the book anonymously since there would be covert smiles at the publishing of his son's book by his own business house. The success of the novel decided him to make known the writer now. Roy next took the stand. He was an honest looking fellow, straight backed, and, it seemed, a young man of considerable character. The author for the defense extracted nothing new from him. Mr. Allan then took his fling at tossing queries. He asked the witness a few disarming questions, then asked the foreman of the jury to open the controverted novel at any page he desired. When the foreman complied he took the book from the juryman's hands with the same page open, turned hack a few leaves, begged the pardon of the court, and reconstructed what led to the action of the story on that page. Then he queried: Will you please give as nearly word for word as pos' sible the content of this part of the book? Roy tried vainly like a chamelon to elface himself from the court's view by first a deep rosy red, then a dead white, and inally a pale green. After about a minutewhen he failed to comply he was excused from the witness chair. Fred Glanky's turn when it came was attended to by his attorney, who required of him exactly what he had asked of Roy. But unlike the publisher's handsome son, he was able with but scant difficulty to give as nearly verbatim as could be expected the contents of the book he himself had written. In speakiing to the jury before they retired the attorney for the defense accused the plaintiff's advocate of theoretical evidence in contrast to his own practical evidence. The following is the conclusion of the speech the jury heard in return: My evidence has been called theoretical. The defense has himself called his practical. But what practical evidence has he produced besides a bare statement of childflike innocence by a hardened business man of questionable antecedents, substantiated as it is only by his own son? As you gentlemen of the jury watched carefully the witnesses brought before you, could you help but notice the change in the purported author in the face of a theoretical question, part of a chain of theoretical evidence? Could you help but notice his strained silence, his illness of ease, that tellftale change of color in his slick jowls, and finally his utter inability to answer by even a word? If this theoretical evidence has its effect I really need say no more, but I cannot help, but contrast it with the honest ease and selffpossession of the rightful author. Relying upon your watchful inner vision, the plaintiff rests content. Fovtyfsevsri In fifteen minutes the verdict came back as-guilty. After the court had emptied the judge and the twinkling lawyer were' talking quietly together. Q But how, said the judge, could you be sure that the lad could rattle it off? 'LWell, said Henry, he stayed up late last night going over his book. He should have been able to. Then both laughed and justice on her throne pulled down the bandage. over her left eyej RAYMOND KESTENBAUM. ON THE FINESSE OF TORTURE As I wandered with Dante into the wee small hours of the night, my lids began to droop and my head to nod. Through my head ran a rigmarole of irridescent flames and fiery pits. Then suddenly without apparent cause or design, I began to go into that queer, hashedfup, mixed' up state of mind known as a dream. My first thoughts had apparently nothing at all in common with the rest but as time went by all ramblings arranged themselves into one big theme. Without any prelude or transitory stage, I found myself before a pearly gate. It towered far, far above me and seemed insurmountable. Out of the sheer idiocy of my mind, I gave vent to a halffforgotten phrase gleaned from the ardent perusal of my favorite literature- Open Sesame. Lo and Behold, the huge gates swung upon their invisible hinges and there was revealed to me a glorious paradise. But one incongruous feature disturbed the peace of the landscape. He was an aged, venerable man, who might well have been a bishop or cardinal at home, but who nevertheless seemed out of place in this calm and youthful spot. Presumably, this was St. Peter. A splendidly garbed officialflooking man took me by the arm and gave me to understand that he was to be my guide. He had a poised bearing that was well-nigh insufferable, but I submitted with good grace. I later learned that he had been an usher in a superfmovie palace on earth. Of course, I then gathered that this must be Paradise itself. We passed a pianist whose nimble fingers trilled over the keyboard and gave utterance to melodies of ineffable grace. He seemed so absorbed in his work that he paid us no heed. I glanced questioningly at my guide., Wagner, 'he whispered. Fortyfeight The next stop was at a square table filled with notes and formulae and compasses and theorems. Around here was seated a group of disf tinguished gentlemen. There were Archimedes, Euclid, Herschel, Newton, and many others whose names carry much weight on earth. From their lips issued many mathematical truths which they had long striven after on earth. Infinity was measured, and the electron weighed. Gravity was explained and light analyzed. I noted, however, that one seat was empty as if waiting for someone. The guide explained that the place of honor was reserved for Einstein. We next came to a place occupied by the unsuccessful inventors. These people who had suffered immensely on earth in striving to get recognition for their talents were now turning out gadgets and devices of great inf genuity in quarters of great luxury. Every moment, one would glance up in admiration at an immense structure near them. This, I learned, was a perpetual motion machine which was practical and workable. Above me soared a host of planes, foolfproof, speedy and selffsustainf ing. They were helicoptersfplanes which ascended and descended in a straight linefthe ultimate joy of every aviator. In these were the spirits of Nungesser and Coli and the rest of that gallant cohort of martyrs who had given their all for their cause. All over the place there were characters well known in history. There was Shakespeare dashing off sonnets and plays of indescribable beauty and power. There was Lister performing surgical miracles. There was Alex' ander formulating plans for the new worlds he would conquer. There was Dante himself, putting his vivid imagination to task to devise new horrors for sinners. Each man had what he wanted, each man had every luxury granted and every desire fulfilled. Yet a vague air of unrest seemed to pervade the surroundings. Some of the newer arrivals seemed to actually abhor the work they were doing. But who was I to delve into the thoughts of these celestial beings? Who was I to doubt the splendor of this new Eden? My guide aroused me from my revery with a question. It was a menial one, one which I had been expecting all during my visit. 'LHOW do you like our place? I then divested myself of the answer I had been preparing all during my visit. k'It is marvelous, stupendous, superb. I recognized the divine genius of this plan. Give everyone what he wants and you can satisfy him no more. It is a Paradise in fact, as well as ini This eulogy was interrupted by the raucous laugh of my guide. 'LPara' dise . . . Paradise . . , don't be foolish. This isn't heaven. Quite the oppof Fortyfni-exe site. This is the fiery pit. This is the realm of all sinnersg divine genius- of course there is a genius to the plan It took the crude reasoning and dull imagination of Dante to suggest torture by flame and molten fury. It took the cruel cunning and craft of Mephisto to devise this torture. Don't you see its genius? Everyone here has what he wants. Nothing at all Qto hope for. Nothing left to desire. How can there be any mountains if there are no valleys and lowlands beneath? How can there be heights of joy when there are no depths of sorrow? How can you recognize the smoothness of the road you travel if .there is no bump to remind you of it? Perceiving on the way an even greater burst of philosophy and idiocy, I wisely decided to do the safest thing. I woke up. FRED SCHMERER. .Fifty THE ATTACK fSuggested hy the address of the famous Lo Bogolaj Let him rejoiee who strikes first the monkey leaderg but woe to him and his children and all his tribe if he should miss I HE village sleeps still In the shadow of the hill, And the jungle moans, It And the jungle groans, lflpvy With the thin snake sly And the dread ape highg And the dim spirit ereeps W Where the black man sleeps, And chants in gloom Of at fearful doom, While the black man dreams, While the white ghost screams And the night lies grim On the hilltop dim. 2. The new sun born Of the grey jungle morn Rises up on high In the black man's sky, And drives with its light The dim spirits' frightg But pale on the hill There lingers still The black man's doom And the jungle's weird gloom Beware! Dark sons Of the sound that runs In the black wood deep. Beware! Do not sleep. rw J. The outposts yawn In the black mans dawn, And grasp their spears With lurking fears And peer in dread At the jungle dead, jungle Lore. Fiftyfonc - Fiflyflwo While thc light grows clear And shuts out fcarg But the sky is rcd And hlack mcii drcacl, For thc spirits at night Left that crimson light And that wild red sky A-huriiing on high. Fl-4,0 fb, vga .X W QW xii .L fy I Xi XV , ' A iNj,F XX X 1 V! x 5Q5' j' gil if hc . 'fflllllqa' l ,VXK E il . . --qi KN kiwi E 3 ilx xxsy , -- --' l'l :j' xg x 4 5 5 T: ? A X kg 4' ,..r X 'I :Tv Z ig. .K 2 X2 , 1'f-59: . Tyf - If '- X A ig, I U M 2 Iqllg f l w' 1 fu , i c g , w ill - 22 ' f c rx 5 f,J'v l ,f, - wx XX ' M f ,W MXV I W . ,x,1 A. , ' ' f vv N f 'X f f 1' K , 4. The day grew old And thc men grew hold, But thc vague gloom hung Alicl the dread doom clung Round thc juiiglc hlzick In fl circling track, And the day grew hot :Xml the black iiiziifs lot Drcw close with thc hour Through the dim spirit power, And a restless urge Through the men did surge To race far away From that illfomened day. 5. The insects drone, And the children moan, And the young men sweat And the old men fret, And the tall trees sway While the passing day Lingers long and long. Till-shrill in song In the shivering air With wild high flare, The jungle cry , Shoots up to the sky, Qoo Laaaah Wheeeee Ooo Laaah Wheeeee. 6. Then all hearts freeze, And all breaths wheeze, Then the black men run, And the tomftoms drum, And the rumblings creep, And the jumblings seep Like a drizzling rain In the black man's brain, And the boom and zoom, And the dreaded doom, Rise up on high To the burning sky, And they sweep and creep Through the jungle deep. 7. The men grasp stones And the wizards count bones, And all grows still. The air begins to iill With the sounds of the stream With a buzzing teem, Tiftyffour And the sway of trees In the murmuring breeze, Then-a chilling smash, A far off crash From the jungle dark, From the jungle stark, And the tramp of feet With a measured beat. 8. Then black through the trees In twos and threes Stamps a gibbering band Of the jungle land, The monkeys track For the dread attack. With shout and stutter, And smash and mutter, With long arm's swing And clumsy spring, The rabble comes near, And the black men fear, While the sky burns red On the high hill's head. 9. The band pressed close With faces morose, Round the leader they hung, To the leader they clung, And round him they wheeled A defence, a shield, And beat their breasts, And, banged their chests, Aimed at the leader then. Out of the huddled men, Swift a missile hissed, But it missed, it missed! O run black man Swift as you can. 10. In the jungle night, The tiger in fright, Draws back very slow, For dim and low The spirits glow Round the village, O In the monkeys' path Where the monkeys' wrath Has left dead stones And broken bones, And with jeering rant The spirits chant In mocking glee, C00 Laaah Wheeeeef-fweeeeeee wee. NATHAN BROWNSTEIN. THE IDEAL SCHOOL DAY From a Mathematical Standpoint Scene 1.-An English Class Room. An English class, studying Milton's L'Allegro, sits in session listening' to the teacher's questions. All the students are mathematicians. Teacher: Duncan, who was Cerberus? Duncan: A threefheaded dog who- Voice from the rear: Impossible. Teacher: Oh, yes, it is possible. You all know that one dog has one more head than no dog. All: Of course. Teacher: You are all agreed upon the fact that no dog has two heads.. Class: Yes, sir. Teacher: Substituting for no dog, its equivalent, two heads, we get one dog has one more head than two heads. That is, one dog has three heads. Bell rings. QExeunt.j Fiftyffife Scene 2.-A French Classroom. Same students. Thunder and Lightning. Teacher: Malcolm, translate tofday's passage. Malcolm: Erfl didn't have time to prepare it. Teacher: You may take a zero, nice and round. Malcolm breaks down and weeps bitterly. Teacher: Poor boy, are you crying because you received a zero? Malcolm: Yes, Ma'am. Teacher: And your idea is that nothing is better than IOOQQY Malcolm: Yes, Ma'am. Teacher: Well, zero equal nothing, and substituting zero for nothing in my first statement, we get zero is better than 100fk. The sun pierces through the clouds. Everybody is happy, QExeunt.j Scene 3.-An Economics Class. A dignified Senior is reciting on Sir Thomas More's Utopian Teacher: And what do you think of the book? Senior: I don't think much of it. Teacher: As an eighth termer, you should always have statements to back up your answers. Have you? Senior: Well, More says that in the ideal land, in order to exterminate crime, all criminals should be executed. Teacher: True. Senior: All criminals are men: therefore, substituting men for criminals, 'we get that all men will be executed. I can't see how any government -can exist without men. Students are astounded. The teacher is perplexed. Suddenly the bell rings, awakening the students from their reveries. Another perfect day gone. HYMAN MARCUS. Fiftyfsix IT HAPPENED IN NORTHLAND' CVictor Herbertj This night as I sit before the Hreside in the quiet of my study, watching casual snowflakes melt and trickle down the window across from me, my thoughts are tempted to wander back to a similar scene of one winter's evening ,down East in Maine. It was around the fire side that the four of us were sitting. There were jim, Hartly, George, and myself. Hartly was speaking, Yes, it is back to a rather notftoofsmall town out West a ways that this tale of mine will take you. You see, it was in that part of the town where there were a number of twofstory boarding and accomodation houses. On the top floor of one of these dwellings, another young man and myself 'were sharing a room. We both had been there a year and naturally had become so attached to each other that we were like brothers. Since I was the older, I assumed more of a paternal role, and so whenever he needed advice he came to me. Such was the state of affairs that existed until gwell that's the story. L'0ne afternoon in early spring, Hamlinfthafs his name-and I were 'sitting around with nothingto do. It was an exceptionally warm after' noon for that part of the year and Hamlin opened the two windows that faced the wide, wellfkept rear courtyard, which ran between the long row of houses on both sides, all similar to our own. While we were thus occupied watching a few cats basking in the sun light which beat down with slanting rays on the other side of the court, we caught the strains of a popular song of the day. This was followed by another. Then there was a pause. Hamlin and I vainly scanned the rear of all the houses up and down the court. Again the music started. We assumed it was from a phonograph. Besides it came from up the court to our left. For some reason or other this record seemed to carry much better through the stillness of the late afternoon. Hamlin seemed interested. Hartly broke away from his story and went over to the old phono' graph that we had stowed away in the corner. Then picking up one of the records that he had carefully laid aside before, he turned to us and said with a cheery smile. Yes, boys, this is the record that we heard that day. I don't suppose you know it. It's LI Need Affectionf And then when he had finished playing it, he turned to us and before resuming his seat in front of the fire questioned, Rather appropriate title? We all smiled faintly. Hartly continued. Well, next we opened the window again. I don't know just why we did so, for it really was a cool day. Once more our enchanting music floated down the court finishing, like the day before, with this 'I Need Fiftyfsevcn Affection' In about a week Hamlin was humming it. In fact, he even tried to sing it. Finally, we made an inquiry or two about the perplexing matter. All the information we got didn't amount to much. Always it wasf'Young lady's apartment, second floor rear.4Home from three on.' 'LAnyhow, all this did not satisfy Hamlin, Every minute of his spare time and lots of other minutes, too, he spent in gazing up the court to see if the charming one might appear. I began to tease him. 'Well, per' haps she is that lonely,' he used to answer halffheartedly. But it was about a week later that Hamlin came dashing up the two flights of stairs so fast that he was nearly blue in the face. 'L 'Where's the iire?' I demanded with a laugh. Came up to tell you I saw her,' he cried. ' L What!' I yelled. You see, I was excited, too. 'Yep,' he answered, half gulping, 'saw hcr coming across the square, Didn't know it was her till I saw where she went.' 'Yeah? Come on, tell me,' I said, putting an arm half around him and giving him a good brotherly squeeze, 'is she good looking?' 'And how? Gosh! I feel happyf And he did. While Ifwell, I just envied him! But if the sight of her made him happy, the loss of her made him nutty. It was so funny, he had never acted that way before. More than this, he even waited patiently across the street from her house, merely to have anothe: glimpse of her. But it didn't matter. She avoided his sight as completely as if she had passed into oblivion. No matter how much we schemed, watched, or spied, we were always a little behind. Then one day I remembered the old Columbia we never used. I had a plan, but said nothing to Hamlin. Quietly, I slipped down to the music store. I knew the clerk well. I told him myfrather Hamlin's trouble. 'Just the thing for you,' he told me confidentially and I took the record not knowing or even caring what it was. You see I didn't care as long as it would help Hamlin.. Breathless, too, was I after I had scooted up the stairs. Hamlin met me at the top. 'Hamlinf I cried out, a bit excited, 'get out the phonograph, I've got a record for it.' 'Let's see,, he said, coming over slowly. ' Who! funny name, isn't it? How did you come to get it?' 'L 'Ask no questions' Hartly turned to us and asked in a tone that expected the answer yes. 'LYou've heard of it, haven't you? All three of us nodded. George hummed the opening line of the: chorus- Fiftyfeigllt Who stole my heart away? Hartly burst out laughing. You know, he said to us with a big smile, Hamlin hummed that line a thousand times a day. In fact, he conf tinued, resuming the story, L'Hamlin raved about that song being written especially for him. All this time, you must remember, she used to play 'I Need Affection' every afternoon. And so with poor Hamlin wearing out a pack of needles playing 'Who' one might say they were like two love birds who didn't know they were in love, But fortune favored one day. It was raining. Hamlin and I were walking down the main street under one umbrella. Suddenly Hamlin tugged my coat sleeve. There she was standing in an arcade to be out of the rain. Hamlin offered her our umbrella. If I remember correctly, I had to change to dry clothes when I got home that day. Hamlin cheered up now, but still he was making little progress. Finally I thought once more of the music store. This time I was offered- He stopped short, picked up another record from the table, and said with a little emphasis: The Neapolitan Love Song. He played it for us, and I dare say that each one of us wished we had been Hamlin. Not a soul spoke. It was Hartly who again broke the silence. Well, sir, every time she finished with her finale, 'I Need Affectionf we started our own repertoire afgoing. So the affair continued until one day Hamlin and I visited the music store. We were too busy looking through the record files to notice anything about us. Thus we were un' concerned when we heard a soft voice which addressed the clerk say: 'No, I can't seem to find it. To tell the truth I don't think I might recognize it by the title, anyhowf 'Perhaps if you can tell the opening line, I might be able to help,' the clerk volunteered. Hamlin and I stopped short and looked at each other as we heard sung: 'E 'It is evening and the sun is at rest. The shadowsf-I 'iThe clerk smiled, 'I know the song that you want, all right, but I'm afraid I can't oblige you now. The funny thing is I ordered one record of it a few weeks ago, especially for my friend. It is the L'Neapolitan Love Song. ' 'Isrft it maddening? I rather like the song. You see I have been hearing it quite often lately. That's how I became acquainted with it.' The halffopen door of the music booth in the back of the store was opened wide and the clerk with his prospective customer came out. Well-- it was she. Fiftyfnine Her sparkling smile met,Hamlin nrst. 5' 'You're the gentleman who took me home that rainy day.' Hamlin tried to mumble something, I never made out what it was. It was a trying position for any man. The clerk broke in-'Yes, and they'rc the gentlemen for whom I ordered the L'Neapolitan Love Song. ' 'Oh,'-she was blushing. 'So you're the gentlemen who are playing that song which I hear every dayf Hamlin blushed seven shades in six seconds. Finally, with my timely aid, he managed to compose himself enough to say after we had gotten over the initial shocks, 'Since you won't accept the record, may I play it for you every day at the usual time?' You notice Hamlin emphasized usual. She laughed. LWellf-if you must-all right., Right from there on things began to happen until-oh well, that comes later. Hamlin and I walked home with her. Hamlin and I took her to supper that night. Hamlin without me took her to supper the following nights. I didn't mind. He was a 'Babe in Toyland' He was happy, so was she. A short time after, there were two vacant apartments. One was up the court across to our left. The other was our own, for I left soon after.- Oh well. But we still write each other, though. Theirs has been a happy life, In fact he makes mention of a little Hamlin now. So Hartly's tale ended. It did seem like a tale, but then this world is a funny place. No one noticed jim who had slipped behind to the phono' graph. Suddenly he claimed our attention by calling out with a merry twinkle in his eye, Well, I bet that is what that fellow's playing now. XVe all had a good laugh over it for the longest time after. It was just like Jim. I am even laughing now as I think of the concluding lines of that song. I married another The Devil's grandmother, I wish I was single again, again, For when I was single, my money did jingle, I wish I was single again. CHARLES BEATON. Sixty ' GN INWAY fA Description and Expose of a Queer, Weird, Process to Which Mankind, as Well as the Author, Is Enslavedj In all walks of life, high and low, straight and winding, mental and physical, new and old, material and spiritual, and hopeful and hopeless, human beings are annoyed by disease, poverty, stupidity, love, superstition, miscellaneous evils, and yawning. Against these evils man struggles, batf tles, and sometimes he even defeats them temporarily, but there is one evil which man not only fails to defeat, but also refuses to struggle against. Nay, he even harbors it as if it were something valuable, something that benefits him, something benevolent and inspiring. He is ignorant of the evils of this great nuisance of modern civilization as he is ignorant of inf formation just as important, such as thc extent of space, the number of facial expressions man can form, the number of waves in the Atlantic Ucean, and the number of onefcelled animals of evil intent that the Byrd Expedition introduced into the pure regions of Anarctica. It is in an effort to enlighten man upon the only evil which he refuses to struggle against, that research has been made, the phenomenon dissected and classified, and this accumulated knowledge forced upon the world. This evil, which is the bane orfat least one of the banesfof progress, is yawning, yawning, and again, yawning. Before we classify yawning it would be better if we defined it, that is, if we affixed to it a proper, scientific definition. Yawning is a phef nomenon, originating in the throat, causing the slow opening of the mouth and the sudden closing of it, and resulting in a waste of time. If one examines this queer phenomenon more minutely, one finds the manner in which it happens. It may be shortly described thus: The face of the victim is suddenly thrust forward, the expression on his face is that of a startled deer, then a frantic but fascinated wonder seems to flood the eyes while the mouth slowly opens. The nose vainly tries to keep up with the mouth, but the greater cruising area of the lips has the nose handif capped and the latter is beaten. The nose remains at maximum tension while the lips and jaws continue their journey outward until they attempt to tear themselves from the head, at this moment the eyes close and adopt an attitude of peaceful bliss. But a moment later a violent transformation takes place on the face, the eyes adopt an attitude of animal fury, the jaws click together violently, and the air in the lungs rushes out with a thunder' ing HUM, Then the poor victim relaxes and wastes about half an hour composing himself for the work which his ordeal has just interrupted. Yawning has been classified into several different categories. QU The yawn of sleep. QQ The yawn of fear and cold. The conscious yawn, and MQ The yawn of boredom. The Hrst sort of yawn is found among persons who under the present economic system secure only from five Sixtyfone to eight hours of sleep per twentyffour hours. Since the natural remedy' is sleep and since that is unprocurable, we would advise a cup of coffee, and if that does not help, two cups, if that has no effect either, we would advise continuing with the Blindfold Test. The second yawn is one which is invariably caused by excitement- The remedy for it is simple-don't get excited, eat slowly, don't attend prize fights, see a football game from such a distance that players are all but discernible, don't dodge automobiles, don't quarrel, and don't try to forge ahead, in other words, let nature take its course. The third yawn is rather interesting: it is one which people pur' posely use as a defense against people who persist, but do not attempt to desist from continuous exercise of the tongue. This yawn is the only type that is beneficial, for it sometimes rids the victim of a cruel torture. Yet, if we look at the matter from the side of the voluble tormentor, we may advise the latter either to use a sledge hammer to break the yawn at the climax or to thrust a burning match into the yawning cavity of the victim. However, these two methods are rather expensive, for they cause the voluble one to waste some energy and they sometimes even anger the victim. The fourth kind of yawn, the yawn of boredom, is one that arises because of the genuine annoyance of the victim of lectures, talks, concerts, waits, sermons, and the like. This is the only yawn that is tolerated by both sides for they know that the victim of this type of yawn would die of ennui if he were unable to yawn his yawn of boredom. It is the most pleasant of yawns, for the mouth is stretched to its greatest capacity and the tension lasts longest. However, modern infernal rules of etiquette state that it is impolite to yawn while someone is watching enviously. Therefore man-who always obeys that against which he ought to rebel, and rebels against that which is most beneficial to him-has devised two methods to hide-actually to hide-this yawn of yawns. The first method is. to obstinately keep the lips closed while the jaws desperately attempt to open the mouth. This method generally succeeds, but there is always the danger that the lips may not be able to resist the tension and may suddenly burst apart with a startling explosion. Another method is to place the hand over the mouth and yawn peacefully behind this loving protection, however, this method invariably angers the tormentor, for he -or shefmay think that one is laughing at him or her. We therefore derive this important fact concerning the yawn of boredom-that society' has as yet failed to discover a method through which one may yawn joy' ously without breaking any rules of etiquette. There is one interesting fact about yawning which has as yet not been stated, and that is that if yawning is spelled backward it reads. 'igninwayf' which, as far as science knows, does not mean anything in particular. ,T MISHA RUBIM . Sixtyftwo CONCERNING A TWO-CENT SAVER Were this a side show, I should commence: Ladies and gentlemen: Step right up! We have here with us today: a twofcent saver, the Lonly species in captivity. He is quite intelligent, and can talk if you give him coins. He is not a vegetarian nor is he a carnivorous being. He eats :almost anything, but especially favors chewing gum. He is harmless and his habitat is the North American subway. But since I have never conducted a side show, I am obliged to fall back upon the aid of Mr. Noah Webster. I therefore make full acknowlf edgment to him or any living relatives, for the use of his words. I beg to be excused for incorrect use or misspelling. I never could master either. Besides, one has to be somewhat eccentric to be a genius. All geniuses are. 'Mine is the aforementioned idiosyncrasy. To get back to the utwofcent saver. Perhaps you are still at a loss sas to what a Htwofcent saver is. No, it is not a new kind of candy, nor 'is it a secret society. From Sherlock Hozlmes and other eminent sleuths, we learn that 'the best method of solution is elimination. Suppose that I start telling you what a twofcent saver is not. A friend of mine, a middlefaged married man, has been presented with 'the task of bringing home newspapers and magazines for the family. The wife gets the Evening World-nice home articles in it. Hattie, aged 16 years, must have the Daily News. Winnie Winkle is keeping company with a new boy friend, and she is greatly excited fHattie isj. Jack's age- well, he likes to think he is 21, so I won't tell. He reads the Evening 'Telegramisports galore. Aunt Ethel, ageless-she has been twentyffive for the last Hve yearsnreads the Journal. The serial story now running is very passionate. It is called L'The Brute Lover. Finally, Dad himself reads the Times and the Sun. Six papers to take home each evening. It is a habit with my friend, he does it subconsciously. It happened that one morning he was not able to read his morning paper, when he came to his office. He reserved it for luncheon. Lunching in a popular cafeteria, he sat opposite a young lady, who, too, was reading a paper. Getting up after a while he absentfmindedly picked up the young lady's paper, too. I beg your pardon, said said, but this is my newspaper. Greatly embarrassed, he flushed a deep red, That evening, riding home with the six newspapers under his arm, he found the young lady of his luncheon embarrassment sitting opposite him. Business must have been good tofday, she boldly whispered across, looking slyly at the bundle of newspapers under his arm. My friend is not a twofcent saver, contrary to the opinion of the young lady. It is just a case of mistaken identity. Sixtyfllirce Not all nearfsighted people are twofcent savers. Not all absentfminded or miserly persons are twofcent savers. I could go on indefinitely. Even the talented Sherlock was never up against a problem like this. His were mysf terious murders, sprinkled with clues which were observed only by himf self. But twofcent savers are not criminals, or maniacs, or legitimate pests. What are they? is the question. Here are extracts from my notes of research. It has taken me three years of research and personal experience. in riding in the subway to find out all about their habits. January 17. At last I have had the opportunity of having a twofcent saver sit. next .to me. He was a young man. I was reading my paper, but was constantly watching for a species of twofcent saver. At first he gazed at car cards, then he leaned over and started reading the morning's news out loud to himself. Surprised him by turning the page. He gave me a look of dis' gust and turned to his other neighbor. Disappointed. - January 22. Aha! another one! Woman sitting and crying in the subway, as she was reading a very sad story in her neighbor's paper. February 3. Man so excited at what he read in neighbor's paper that he began to slap him on the back. Owner disgusted. Leaves car and hands paper to intruder. February 27. Not a sign of a twofcent saver. March 5. Car full of them. Qnly three people have newspapers. About fifty are getting the morningls news from these. This is only a brief extract from my notes of research. I am preparing to write a book on my discovery, so I will withhold some of it. There are only two alternatives left. One is to demand of the sub' way company that they provide free newspapers for everybody, or that we ourselves become twofcent savers. Perhaps Franklin was right when he said, A penny saved is a penny earnedf' The twofcent savers use the' old adage multiplied by two. Does it not say in the Constitution that all men are created equal? Then why should this class of subway riders be created with an advantage? Being a twofcent saver is not a sign of having an inferior moral sense, nor is it a matter of breeding. It is just a piece of luck for those that can be one without any qualms. I, for one, cannot. I appeal to future aviators to write with smoky letters in the sky. I appeal to future orators to do some soap box talking, and see that our cause is brought to a successful end. RUTH SHANKMAN. Sixtyffouv THE WHISTLING WONDER FROM VENICE J: fAfA. Sammy yawned. It was morning. He'd better f jg' 'A' get up now, or his mother would give him the devil. Z '-' If ' l The folding bed was in the dinning room, therefore, fx ' he had to get up before the girls went to work. Darn it, the shoe string broke again, Well, who Q . i. 5.1, V1, 7 y 14 the devil cares? It couldn't be seen under his trousers. He tiptoed to the bathroom on apprehenf I 'TTTITW sive feet, then turned the lock on the door with a relieved sigh. The folks were awfully touchy nowadays, what with his not having a job and all. He started to wash his face and began whistling, first softly and then more loudly until it sounded as if a lark had just wakened and seen a beautiful dawn. A faraway muttering began, as of several persons talking angrily. Whew, he'd forgotten. Some one was knocking peremptorily on the door. Sammy opened it leisurely with a look on his face which seemed to say, Well, here it comes again. There stood a stout short woman in a flannel nightf gown, with an irate look on her face. Dope, you're whistling already! Better you should go and get a job, you forfnothingfgood, you! Your poor sisters should work and get money for a loafer like you to spend! Then she resorted to Jewish. L'Disgrace to your race and to your parents, you eat and run around ragged like a schlemeelf' She then broke down crying spasmodically, L'Qy, a loafer I should have for an only son. Better I should have died first! just then a bent grayfhaired man came in, wearing a woman's faded' bathrobe. Nafna lvlama, don't cry because of a nobody. Come away. The old jew led her away, casting a bitter, reproachful look back at his son. In hurried a tall girl in negligee, frantically adjusting her hair with thrusts here and there. Per Gawd's sake, leave the kid alone for a change and get me some decent breakfast. Hey Sadie, did you take that pair of blue fox stockings? You can never find a darn thing in this house. Magcaift you help me instead of looking around like that? Then came the inevitable repartee from Sadie. Yeah fsarcasticallyj Sure I eat stockings, don't I? And you never happened to take a pair of' my stockings, huh? Oh, no, never in your life? Gwan, girls, you ought to wear regular socks like me, with no rips in them but honest to God holes. And then see how you'd like them. g'You,'l burst in Lena. You talk! Don't make me swallow my tongue laughing. And you'd better shut up or Mamma'll start talking again. Eut- go on kid, whistle a lair. Sure, as long as I don't get no salary-and it's the best thing I do. i Flinging himself back on the lounge, he pillowed himself on his crossed arms, closed his eyes, and started to whistle. Shades of linnets and nightf Sixtyfjive ingalesl The wavering tremolos and cadences could entrance the most fickle lover of music. Already the querulous tone of his mother could be heard in the kitchen, but was soon hushed, evidently by one of his sisters. Thus he lost himself in the flow of his exuberant spirits. Suddenly a hand with brightly colored fingernails thrust itself softly over his mouth and a crackly piece of paper was thrust into his hand. Softly, kid, softly, here's a buck. Buy yourself something, but don't tell Mom or Lena. S'long, kid, and just see if you can't get a job. Thanks, Sadelle, and I hope you meet a handsome guy who falls in love with you tofdayf' Sammy gaily pocketed the money and went on whistling. A few minutes passed, then came Lena's grulf voice. 'kShut up for a few hours and here's four bits. You can buy yourself a harmonica. A fat chance, though, for the poor harmonica makerswnot when you've got that gallery of ducks in your neck. Thanks, Girlie. I hope you ruin a flock of handsome guys with that line. With the girls gone to work, and Sammy whistling, Mr. and Mrs. Zabrinsky started on their daily workout upbraiding their industrious son. Wooey, it just couldn't be listened to, even for some coffee and stale bread with rancid butter. So on went his hat slightly askew on one ear and out of the house he strolled, whistling inevitably, as his father would have said, although not in that one word. As long as the boy remembered, they had lived in the ghetto section of the big city. It was nine o'clock now. Where the devil could he go? Oh, just about follow out the same program. He walked about two miles, when a lingerie store hove in sight with the sign Delivery Boy Wanted. Well, he might as well try it, even if he didn't get it. Sammy strolled in calmly and asked to see the manager. The saleslady took in the patched trousers and cap then burst out, What do you want? Don't get excited, returned Sammy, If you've got a job toflet here, I might take it. So watch out how you talk. We won't say just what the saleslady said. But sulhce it to say that Sammy did not get the job. He meandered slowly down Broadway for that's where the store was located, and thought with a sense of wellfbeing. , Well, they can't tell me anything now about not trying to get a jobf' And the funny part of it was that he really believed what he thought. UGee, he just remembered that he had a dollar and a half. Great birds, his sisters were, especially when they gave him dough. Lessee, he murmured, What'll I do now? Gosh, that's right. They got a good show at the Rialto. Well, here goes little Sammy's money into the Rialto's bank. Sixtyfsix Sammy paid, entered the theatre, and sat down. Thus passed three hours. Sammy wandered out ruminating gently. Yeah, pretty good show, but 'Dangerous Love,' last week, had more snap to it. What to do now? He'd had enough thrills, what with the lingerie shop, and the movie. Thus, Sammy stationed himself on a corner, and soon was lost in one of his whistling reveries. He was soon aware, how' ever, of a stout man peering critically into his face. What are you selling, sonny, a whistle? Sammy stared at him and said, Gwan, stop fooling. Here, said the man cautiously, you want to listen to a business proposition? Sammy awoke in reality and said angrily, Listen here, I don't want .no job. Look for some one else. But the evident prosperity and loquacity of the man overcame his scruples and he accompanied him. Yes, fLady Luck, the wary one, had come to our hero of her own accord. The unknown was a vaudeville producer and had been struck by Sammy's marvellous whistling and by the fact that he might make some more money. And what did Sammy care as long as the job didn't mean work? Sammy got the job at fifty a week. Now don't be disappointed that he didn't get a thousand. This isn't that much of a fairy tale, and Horatio .Alger is out of style. Sammy got twentyfnve dollars in advance and thus he started out for home, sweet home, with due instructions to come back for rehearsing the next day. Sammy arrived home and informed his mother that he had a job. Then as Mrs. Zabrinsky afterward said, it was the second time in her life she fainted, ever since Sadie fell into the East River. Of course the tender father asked his son where and when and how. But Sammy wanted to have some fun, too, and only said, Oh, it's just a plain job. But here are four tickets, Mom, to a good show for next week. The elder pair were so bewildered by all this that they couldn't even talk for a moment. Then came the sisters, and we'll leave the rest to your imagination until next week, It was the opening night of Week's Wonderful Vaudeville. Sammy was on the bill, too. Outside there were posters announcing Sammy Zabrinf sky-The Whistling Wonder From Venice. Sammy's sisters did not notice the bills, and his parents could not read. Thus everything went on splenf didly until the third act, which was SEIIDITIYQS turn. He strolled on the stage with the old cap on his head and his hands in his pockets, and began to whistle. Sixtyfsfven It seemed as if a million birds were in that little theatre and it seemed as if each bird wove a strand of perfect melody in that great paean which was Sammy's whistling. Wheia he had finished, the audience stamped and roared and clapped until it seemed as if the great angel over the stage would fall down. Of course, Sammy's parents and sisters recognized him by now, and his mgthef was saying, 'lMy boy, didn't I always know he would be great? Didnt I always say how wonderful he was when he whistled? His sisters preened themselves and said, 'kSure, he's our brother. We've got a great musician for a brother. And his father said, Haaaa, my only son. A second Paderewski he'Il gonna be. And this time he was right, although it wasn't exactly a Paderewski that Sammy was to become. MARION STERN. POLITICS-A KALEIDOSCOPE HIP two - Raise you one - See you A What've I you got? Thus, voices muffled in the gloom slowly 'A 7 , echo, as if down the corridors of time, across the 1 vast extent designated as the Poker Room, situated A in the club house of any dominant political organiza' ' tion located anywhere in the large city of a cosmopolif - ' tan population. Sight, traveling one hundred eighty' six feet per second, discerns, with much effort, and more time, a group of men through the aromatic haze, seated around a table, coatless, hatless and in some cases sleeveless, puffing at their cigars in a manner that causes these places to be called usmokeffilledu rooms. The observer, slicing his way through the screen of smoke, would recognize a nondescript group of men of varying ages playing an American pastime-poker. The table, dusty, dirty, and dilapidated, is in keeping with the rest of the room-foul, musty, but nevertheless a substantial room. Narrowing his view the observer would discover in the group men oddly at variance with the solidity of the room, men who cause one to wonder why man was put here. There they are, small office holders, clerks, incompetent and inconsequential lawyers, all playing around the same table and all drawn by the one magnet-to win. Some of these are small officefholders, clever young chaps, caught in the maelstrom of selffeffacementg clerks, laborious and seriousfminded, entwined in the mire of routineg lawyers whose inability to earn a decent livelihood- Sixtyfcight had made them dependent on political crumbs-all parasites, hoping for' preferment in public service. It is a room filled not with potentialities but with umightfhavefbeensf' The camera focus of the eye, about to leave this mundane group, falls on one of the players, indistinguishable from the others but attracting attention solely because of his strong features. Let the lens play on him, let him bask in the limelight, for an inner urge tells. us that here is a man worth following. Bill, Jones, a student of no brilliance, a man of no especial capability, scion of an old substantial family, is a law clerk at the time our camera catches him. Time passes quickly by and our hero is admitted to the practice of law. Only a short time after his admission the assemblyman in his district is elevated to the magistracy. The district leader, seeking a successor and knowing Jones comes from a good family, offers him the nomination which is equivalent to election. Bill is elected by an over- whelming vote and takes his place as a member of the Assembly. Seated in the great Assembly chamber, Bill is soon lost in the group of greater minds and more bombastic speakers. His total talking for the three successive years that he has served in the assembly is limited to several Presents and several 'SAyes or Nays . . . The first of those remarkable, uncanny strokes of luck in politics bef falls Jones when the County ticket is about to be selected. The lower' part of the County, led by the District leader, Tim Healy, is insistent on being recognized. A principle of politics, laid down by the machine, is to try to have each section represented in order to keep harmony within the ranks. The lower part, always dependable for a vast Democratic vote each year, is clamoring for representation. Healy, the district leader, def cides to seek the nomination for County Clerk, and the other leaders, def termined on putting over one of their own, encourage him. The leaders, however, do not count on the sagacity of the Big Boss, who immedaitely sees through the move. Recognition of one leader means that the other' leaders have a right to demand a place for themselves. The net result is that a rank outsider, practically unknown and with no outward oppof sition, has to be selected. The Big Boss, looking around for the County' Clerk candidate, decides on Assemblyman Jones who he knows is reliable and a good soldier. Jones wins, but only after a bitter fight within the party, and his opponent, embittered by the defeat, decides to accept the nomination from the opposing party. The election is keenly and bitterly contested and the day after election day rolls around to find Williain Jones winner-winner by a small plurality. Bill accepts unconditionally the recommendation of the Big Boss and immediately brands himself as a dyed-'infthefwool regular. After Bill fixtyfniiie completes six months of service, the Big Boss drops dead from a heart attack. The party leaders look for a successor and without much discus' sion Bill, now County Clerk Jones, is selected Big Boss, Big Boss-Big Boss means power. Power-power-with power comes toil and worry. The former Boss died from a heart attack ..... Heavy lies the head that wears the crown. The thick black hair gives way to gray thinnessg the thick voice gives the lie to the sparkling eyes. Bill is losing his grip, not on the organization, but on himself. His cry has become Worryfworryfworry. His inner self-shattered. The duplicity, hypocrisy, double-handedness, and kindred arts that have been inevitable companions of his have taken their toll on the spirit of the man. What matters it to a man if he gaineth the world -? Decadence has set in. Bill is through and he knows it. He has lost the urge, and only the elemental instinct of selffpreservation keeps him going. After Bill has spent three years playing small politics, the Gubernatorial elections come. A Bronxite is running for Governor on the other ticket. The Bronx is the key to the election. Voting day comes and the Demof cratic nominee is elected by 25,000. Wonder of wonders, the Bronx goes almost solidly Democratic-the Bronx with the margin of victory within its confines. The Bronx makes the best Democratic showing of the state in the election. Who receives credit? Not the workers, the Nlobbygowsf' the captains, the backbone of the party, but Bill, who has done nothing but sit at his desk and smoke or hand out cigars. The result is the choice of the Bronx County Chairman as the Governor's rightfhand man, the Secref tary of State. It is interesting to note that, in the entire course of his public service, Bill did nothing distinctive, nothing out of the ordinary. As Secretary of State he does nothing to embellish his record, but when he resigns it is to run for Governor. The election is a stepping stone toA-to the Presidency. Why not? More than one Governor has become President. The election! Bill, state boss, manages it, and Bill, state boss, is the same Bill who has played cards in the club rooms, but more worldlyfwise. However he is without the appearance to help him, and without anyone to do his thinking. That is the secret-he is a good auto' maton, taking orders, obsequious, a negative character, a man playing over his head. Bill, the man, cannot be forced down the peoples throats, so Bill, the boss, loses. His roofs come tumbling down, he feels himself lost. No consolaf tionsnone whatever! Even the Bronx has failed him. His County Chairmanship gone. Oh! the irony! Gone to a man whom he had turned down. Bill, the man, retires-retires to spend his time in the smokefiilled room with the incessant murmur and hum of voices, the heavy, aromatic drug ofsmoke, the clinking of chips and the repetition of '!Chip two'l- -Seventy Raise you one - See you. Meteoric his rise-meteoric his fall. All' his political career has lasted but ten years. That is what he has been a- a meteor flashing across the horizon so quickly as to leave no mark on his- tory, so solitary as to-cause no regret. Q Allah, the omniscient, has said The bigger they are, the harder they fall, and Jehovah, the Almighty has said Dust thou art and unto dust, shalt thou return -Take your choice. CARL E. SCHIFFER. CLASS PROPHECY The chill December cold spell had been broken by the benevolent, rays of a warming sun. The atmosphere, however, retained enough snap to stimulate activity of the physical or mental variety. The park bench looked inviting, mental activity in a slothful person is always preferable to the physical. Wherefore-a moment later I was indulging in that famous sport called musing. Then gradually, almost imperceptibly, my musing took this. form: They say that education is mostly superficial, that it gives one a merely catalogued and unnecessary sort of bookflore, that it merely scratches the surface of real knowledge and culture. I want to weigh in an objection. That high school gang of mine was a coterie of the most prosaic and practical psychologists I have ever met in this concrete, clearfheaded world. There is hardly a one in that entire group of Nsuperficiallyw educated men and women who has not physically or mentally, materially or spiritually, actually or factually, achieved some measure of success. Moreover, the manner in which each has achieved it is an excellent commentary on the hardfheaded judgment of his associates. The most popular boy: surely he has accomplished his aim in life' and justified the opinion of his comrades. Tofday he lends dignity to the state capitol as the only governor ever elected on an independent ticket. That is popularity plus. What had happened to the class orator? Was he a popular after' dinner speaker? Was he a prominent lecturer? Did he thunder forth flaming adjectives, did he hurl epithets, did he eulogize, did he rant, did he rave, did he threaten, did he plead in the halls of the American Senate? No such menial task was his. He was a vital part of every community. He was a man of mystery. His features and name were unknown yet the sound of his mellow oratory had permeated every section of the country. Twice every week fin larger places, three times, he delivered his message to the people of the nation. Go to your neighborhood movie house and Seventyfone' you will hear the golden tone of his clarion voice, Fox Movietone news presents for your approval . . There were many Helds open for the Spanish Athlete. He might become a fiction writer. He 'might sign testimonials or take blindfold tests for some cigarette company. But with rare acumen and foresight, he chose the occupation best suited for his talents. The Spanish Athlete is now one of the most prosperous advertising men in the country. It is remarkable how each of my classmates drifted into the sort of position he was best suited for. Hardly anyone liked the teacher's pet. He was one of those ingratiating creatures of little brains and less charf acter who are destined to become leeches and parasites of civilization. Even he had succeeded, though. The teachers pet became a yesfman in Holly' wood. The extremes of the class served as a means to fortune. When riding in the subway under the benign gaze of some collar ad fpossibly best looking boy in the classj turn to the advertising section of your paper, pamphlet or periodical. Two figures will confront you under a glaring headline, reading Eat Yeast. The first of these is the class bookworm reposing under the head of Before The second is that of the class athlete under the caption After Borrowing Bill had made his mark, too, and a sizable dent it was. In school this youth had acquired a reputation of borrowing money and never returning it. What was more appropriate than that he become Pref mier of France in later life? And so he did. Dizzy Dan had been exceedingly fortunate. For him a dark and dire future had been predicted. clumsy, luckless, callow youth, he could not -even think straight. His mental processes were continually moving in the path of a closed circle. Yet he, too, had succeeded. He had made a for' tune in the manufacture of umerryfgofroundsf' A leopard cannot change his spotsg years cannot change the innate characteristics of a man. Each had gone at success according to his own light, yet each had achieved it. The sun had retreated behind a cloud. I buttoned my ragged coat a little tighter, and sank a little further into its tattered folds. I must have made a sorry sight on that bitter winter eve. My sole satisfaction was the rapidly decreasing cigar clenched between my teeth. The man who first owned it must have been wealthy to throw away so costly and luxurious a smoke. A minion of the law was approaching. There was a chance I might be arrested as a vagrant. So I moved on, refreshed and perhaps consoled a bit, by the memories of the days when my class votedme Boy Most Likely to Succeed. FRED SCHMERER. Scventyftwo ii-lui THE THREE MORRISITES CH.-xRacTERs: Yap Poet I- Three lwlorris graduates who are close friends. Hans The President of Mars. Jeems, the Presidents butler. Mr. and Mrs.-two New Yorkers. PROLOGUE ' AGGHUS, your power has been dying, '32, Man with his laws has been denying A f All li uors that are thine, A Cl - L Old Scotch, then beer, and now it's wine. .' .T ll Your rule on earth is truly gone, 1 i 1 1 ... The drys at last success have won. ' 'l i And now, in nineteen iiftyffive, - -- There only are three wets alive, 12011 Yap : Poet: Yap: Poet: Three who will pierce the very skies In search of a really wet paradise. ACT I Scene I.-A room in Yap's home. Yap and Poet have chairs drawn uf table. fGazing upon a picture of Morris H. S. and sighing deeplyj Dear old Morris! It is five years since I left your portals. Gone foreve are the afternoon beauty naps and gone too are the Latin zips, so perfect in their geometric beauty. Gone are the teachers with their wonderful voices so conducive to sleep. No more shall I sprain my back on the deeply loved parallel bars. Gone are all the associations made those happy five years. Gone! fPlaces head on arm and sobs gentlyj fPlacing hand on Yap's shoulder, Virgil indeed hath truly said With time a sad parting become a sweet memory. It almost broke my heart when I graduated. I could not bear the thought of leaving the school so dear to me. I had it all planned to flunk my English Regents but when I thought of the words of my English teacher, L'Yap, you have to pass, I just couldn't flunk. fSob again., Speak not so sadly, dear friend. 'Twas well you graduated when you did. If then thy parents' age had been more advanced the shock of thy graduation would have surely caused their death. Sevenzyftlzrec 1 3 Yap: But now the worst blow! The old building has been removed, the last reminder of those happy days. Did I say last? No, this picture still is left to me. fGazes at it sadly.j fEnte'r Hans, Hans: The blooming world is dry! First it was whisky, then beer, and now the powers have voted the prohibition of wine. I never thought the League of Nations would pass it. Why, they'll prohibit celery tonic next. Poet: In days of old, when bootleggers were bold And whiskey held its way, A drinker bold, with plenty of gold Got a sniffer every day. Yap: If we were only on Mars. The last message we received from that planet stated that the attempt to pass a prohibition law failed. Thats a planet after my own heart. Hans: Had not my uncle died I would have visited Mars. You read in the: papers about the interfplanetary machine he had perfected? Yap: Yes, and how I envied you! But listen! What's to prevent us from making the flight to Mars? Poet: Oh, strange are the thoughts that come where thoughts are rareties. Hans: My uncle would have started next week had he lived. He left me the plans and directions. And what luck! The MHHIHIIS speak a lan' guage similar to English. Are you with us, Poet? Poet: Though 'tis a foolish thing to do, This fool will go along with you. ACT II Scene I-Interior of interfplanetary machine. Hans is seated at the control board. Yap and Poet are standing at a round glass window. Poet: Farewell, dear Earth! Thou wert by far too dry. We seek a wetter planet in the sky. Yap: QGaZing at a newspaperj To think that I'm a hero! If only my former teachers could see me now. What a shock they'd get! Hans: We had some close shave! The police almost stopped us from taking off, when the government heard we were going to Mars because there is no prohibition there. Yap: And some writefup the papers gave us! The people are beginning to get restless under the dry rule and this trip will cause some trouble. For the first time in twenty years a man has been found drunk in New York City. By the way, Hans, how fast are we going? Hans: About fifty thousand miles an hour. Sc11c11,tyffo1w Poet: Oh, Lord! Keep Ye all meteors away, Should we strike one by chance, I fear We shall not see again the light of day. Hans: I wonder how the Martians look. Maybe we can't breathe their air or eat their food. Yap: Wow! Food I must have. If I can't get a salami sandwich it's back Peet: to Earth for us. What, no salami! Do not alarm me, For without it I cannot survive. If the Martians would hold me and seek to enfold me, To get me salami they first must contrive. Hans: We can do nothing but hope for the best. ACT III Scene I-A field on Mars. Yap, Poet, and Hans have just left the Hans : Yap : Poet : Yap : Hans: Poet : Yap : machine and are gazing about in wonder. Gee! It's just like the Earth in every way. The trees and plants are green and the sky is blue. Am I hungry! Oh for a salanii sandwich! How I yearn now for the good old MOf1'iS beans! Behold, a bird! a real bird! fIn rapturej Oh, pretty bird that soars so high, That sings while winging through the sky. I envy you in your swift flight And ever wish for such delight. fAlso in rapture, Oh tender bird with meat so white, Your juicy flesh is my delight. I see you done, in my mind's eye As ine roast fowl or pigeon pic. I'm sure I saw a trout in that lake there goes one! Oh, pretty fish that dives and darts In rippling stream or deepest parts Of glassy lake and limpid pool. I envy you in waters cool. O tempting Hsh with meat so rareg Can there be anything so fair As troutQ or bass, or even eel, Fried and ready to serve at a meal. fThey approach lake, Look Seventy-jiv L , Hans: Yap : I smell alcohol around here. Gee, it s strong ,too. fSuddenly pointing excitedlyj Look! Doesn't that look like a city? And this path seems to lead right toward it. Let's hurry. I'm anxious to test their whiskey: and oh, for a salami sandwich! Scene II-A room in a Martiaii mansion. Yap, Poet, and Hans are sit' Hans: Poet: Pres.: Yap: Poet: Pres.: Jeems: Hans: Yap : Pres. : Yap : Poet : Pres. : Hans : Hans: Yap: Pres. : Seventy ting at a table. Why, you'd think you were in an American city. If the Martiaiis weren't colored green, they would look like Earthfmen. ' Indeed 'tis true. The Martians are an intelligent race. They did receive us kindly, especially the president. If I make no mistake 'tis he that comes. fEnter President of Marsj How are you gentlemen? I received a message from the Earth stating that you were coming. I'm sorry to inform you that while you were on your way a law prohibiting whiskey was passed. Prohibition here too! Why the whole universe must be turning dry. My God! fFaintsQ. Alas, he faints. Some brandy, I beseech you! Jeems! Bring some brandy, quick! QEnte1' feems with brandy, Here you are, Your Excellency. fPouring brandy down Yap's throatj Yap! Speak to me, please! Oh, Yap! COpening his eyesj Let me up. What's this I drank? Why, that was brandy, Mr. Yap! Do you feel better? QTasting itj Brandy! Why this is water! fTasting itj Indeed it brings me greatest woe To find that it's mere HZQ: Though with regret, I must confess The brandy is quite brandyless. flvlystifiedj Water! I don't understand you, gentlemen. CSuddenly excitedj Quick, get me a glass of water. Ueems leaves and returns immediately with glassj. fTastes itj Whoopee! Hundred percent genuine Scotch! Don't you see it all, president? Your whiskey is water to us and vice versa. Oh, Mars! already you have won my love. This is strange indeed: yes, very strange. 'six Scene III-Same place. Yap, Poet, Hans and the President are seated at a table. Pres.: What shall I do? The last message from the Earth says that there is a shortage of water there. Yap: I knew it. It has to happen if people drink nothing but water. The only way the Earth can be saved is by abolishing prohibition. It's going to be hard for even in the schools they teach that prohibition is the greatest boon to the human race and people have come to look upon Prohibition agents as demifgods. Why, you have to take a six' year course in college before you can become one. Pres.: But you don't understand. They have invented a uTransmuter whereby one can send liquor though space like radio waves. They beg us for a loan of five trillion cubic feet of water until they build their new water system which will extract the water from the oceans. They have radioed the plans of the Transmuter and state that everything is prepared to have the water enter the water system immediately. Vxfe would gladly make the loan but you know our water is your whiskey. Poet: Une man's drink is another man's poison! Yap. President, if you want to save the Earth from its madness, then lend them your water. Believe me they will never forget you for it. Pres.: It's true. They must have something to drink. Very well, l'll do it. ACT IV Scene I-New York City, an ordinary modern kitchen. Mrs. is standing by a window and gazing out. Mrs.: I can't figure it out. Look at all those people drunk and excited! I wonder if we have gotten the water from Mars yet. fGoes over to faucet and tries itj Mr.! Come here, quick! Mr.: fEnteringj What is it Mrs? The water! ftastes itj Yowel! Mollic, pure Scotch, whee! Mrs.: Mr.! At your age! It's against the law, too! Mr.: The law? Who cares for the law? Oh! Baby! Scene II-Mars. Same room, same four seated at table. Pres.: My friends, I indeed regret that you will go. Yap: Well, now that prohibition is repealed and the Earth is wet again, we long for home. Besides we are the heroes of the world. I knew I would succeed if everybody just tasted whiskey. But we must go! I long for my salami sandwich! ' Seventy-seven Poet: Alas, 'tis sad, for we must go. Oh, Mars! I now bid thee adieu. EPiLooUE Bacchus, his strength regains anew On his very death bed, too. Once more, old Scotch, wine and beer To the people's hearts are dear. The drink of Bacchus now invites Three Morrisites, to its delights. JOSEPH GOLDOWSKY.. THE LAST LAUGH PEAKING of weasels, Stanley was a practical joker. XVitli 51 a grin that spread from ear to ear and a nose that did likewise, two ears bearing a close resemblance to a loving A F , cup, and a voice whcih cackled and brayed, he was a huge practical joke all by himself. To him a trick was a trick, and to perpetrate it fair was foul and foul was fair. His .ij -37 greatest pleasure came from crushing his friends' hats, 15 ' T 'N X : I -Q yi-?: Q-T X'-' mangling them, mutilating them and hacking them so that their owners would be wholly unable to identify, recognize, or dis' tinguish them. So competent had he become that he could easily make a Stetson hat a western hat and a Young hat an old one. But if crushing hats was a trick, then hiding indispensable books was an art. He could think of bigger and better hiding places in two minutes than ordinary individuals could in two weeks. To hide a book in a stove was funny, to hide it on the window sill was laughable, but to hide it in the ice box was up' roarious. A visit from him in the evening meant a tenfminute search in the morning. However, by far, the greatest number of his jokes were played on Irv. Irv was a weasel, a fourteenfcarat, hundred per cent, unmitigated, unf adulterated weasel. He actually believed that one went to school for the sole purpose of acquiring knowledge. When homework was assigned, he invariably did it, and when it wasn't assigned he did it anyway. He was a martyr to Math. and a votary to Latin. Not only was he a companion to Caesar, but Caesar was a companion to him. Three hours were usually spent in deciphering what the noblest Roman of them all actually said, and in what case he said it. As a result, nothing caused him more vexf ation and more trouble, not to mention more annoyance, than to find one Seventyfeight 'of his books hidden in some remote corner of the room. It would then become necessary for him to borrow someone's homework and to his dis- torted mind, borrowing homework was the same as cheating. Now funny as it may seem, Stanley and Irv were friends, very good friends and their dissimilar temperaments served only to cement their friend' ship more firmly. And so, whenever Stanley hid Irv's books or crushed his hat, he was promptly forgiven. However, one evening, instead of concealing Irv's books in a secluded nook, Stan decided it would be infinitely funnier if he took Irv's Trig book home and necessitated Irv's borrowing of the homework. Accordingly, he engaged Irv's attention, filched his book, and joyously departed. The next morning, true to form, Irv arrived in school unkempt and slovenly, and demanded the return of his Trig book and a loan of the homework. Stan obligingly complied with the request and ten minutes later appropriated Irv's Latin book and hid it in Schmerer's brief case where no one would think of looking for any book. The Latin period rolled around and Irv entered both breathless and bookless. He threw a milignant glance at Stan and then ignored him. As luck would have it the regular teacher was absent and in his place was a substitute, one of those sweet, young things fresh from college, inflated with .an idea of her own importance and fully determined to discipline the class. Immediately the students became noisy, uproarious and tumultuous, not the least of the offenders being Irv. Accordingly, after having been called on to read and forced to confess that he had no book, he was sent down to the oflice as representing the spirit of the class by the teacher who was provoked and who desired to vent her wrath upon someone. And from the midst of the room somebody snickered. Later, on meeting Irv, Stan was informed that although Irv bore no ill will and harbored no animosity toward him, yet the eighth period meted out as punishment was entirely unmerited and undeserved and that if Stan was any kind of fellow he would go to the eighth period in place of Irv. However, it turned out that Stan was not any kind of a fellow, because he utterly, entirely, and absolutely refused to have anything to do with the eighth period. Irv blinked thoughtfully, but said nothing as they walked silently to the next period room, Trig. Arriving after the clangor of the bell, they seated themselves and waited for the teacher to open the period by giving an assignment. Inf stead, however, he requested the students to take out the homework and lay it on their desks. Stan turned to Irv and through the medium of the sign language informed him that he desired and required his Trig. home' work immediately. Irv started a desultory search through his books, found Seventyfnine nothing and then made some meaningless gestures to Stan. But Mr. X-4, who had been going around the class arrived in close proximity, in fact next to Stan and saw that on the desk there was no homework. Where's your homework? he queried. ErfahfIferfthat is to sayferflferfleft it home. L'You left it home, eh? Well, you've been a poor student from the beginning of the term, you've failed to pass the tests, and you've not paid attention, but not doing your homework just about convinces me that you don't know enough Trig to warrant my giving you a 65. In other words, you fail for the ten weeks. At the end of the period an infuriated and maddened young man strode out of the room to Irv's side. How come you didn't give me my homework when XM came around? he demanded. Well, you see- started Irv, and then he burst into a fit of uncon-A trollable laughter. Yeh, I see. You got sore because I hid your book. s'No, that's not it-. No, that's not iti. I suppose it fell down a sewer or something. No, really-I'll tell you the truth, erflfer put your Trig honieworkfcr inferfer my Latin book and- and Irv burst into another fit of unref strained laughter. A form, crushed, broken, and conquered stole away from Irv's pres'- ence, a form that had learned that the way of a practical joker is ardu' ous, rigorous, and exciting and that genius is of little avail against the trickery of teachers. JEROME CORNFIELD. Eighty GYPSY ROMANCE T WAS almost time for the sun to be going home to kiss his wife, the moon, before she went to work. Marzia Senok, and Gorzie were making believe. Gorzie's pale face fairly shone as he told the others what the moon would do if Papa Sun came home drunk like john Barchee, fy wi. YT , x Marzia's father. 1. l. , l , ' .5 i 1 r typ' IX, I 5 Oh yes, when Sun goes home, drunk, Maina Moon does not go to work at all. The sun is angry, and beats his wife. That is just why we don't have any light some times and Rozie makes us go to sleep. But the moon makes the children stars shine extra bright. And sometimes she is beaten so hard she comes out only one part at a time. And I know, too. Remember Gorzie, the time I howed you that dark spot on the moon? That's a bad scar left over. And Gorzie shook his head knowingly. Senok rolled over on the piece of burlap where the children lay and said tauntingly, Hal listen to Gorzie, the 'knowerf Bah, you make me think all the time of Nunati, the hag who talks and who is crazy. Marzia turned her brown vivid face to Senok. 'LSenok is jealous bef cause he has no brains, eh? Let's laugh, Gorzie bachie, at emptyfheaded Senokoonie who scoifs at those that think! Senok sprang up and made as if to punch Gorzie, but evidently thought better of it and stood above the two, eleven years of sturdy gypsy boyhood and spoke sneeringly. Talk, talk now, but wait, you will see what will happen to your pale sweetheart when I become Chief and have the most horses, and when Marzie will be my wife and I will beat her every day. And then Scnok sped away laughing tauntingly. Marzia knelt on her knees beside the lad who was left and said com' fortingly, l'Never mind Gorzie if you are lame and do dream, 1511 always like you better than that big, fat Senok. Honest I will. I swear it by Helinke, our Queen in Roumaniaf' But Gorzie shook his head in the shadows and held tightly to Marzia's hand as if fearing to lose it. Then came Rozie's voice to them. Time for supper! . . . Ten years have passed. The gypsy brats are now grown. Senok, the loud one is twentyfone, Gorzie the same age, and Marzia, with the dancing temper, is nineteen. The gypsy camp was the first day in Berekf Medyer. These were Hungarian gypsies, who spoke Hungarian, bought from Hungarians when they could not steal from them and, most imporf tant, traded horses. Eiglltyfone There was a quarrel going on in Jon Barchee's tent. Jon was livid, the very ends of his mustache quivering with anger as he berated Marzia. By my horses' tails I think you are mad! Benesch will be dead soon, woman, and you spurn him. I think you are mad. I have borne with you long enough, and I am foolish indeed not to have beaten you before and shown you who is your master. What do you think you are because you have black eyes and long braids? And you, donkey woman, why do you sit there and chew like a cow? But Rozie sat there placidly and chewed her tobacco, staring before her at nothing in particular. Grrrr +Jon growled with rage and flung himself out of the tent to get drunk in order to be able to beat Marzia well. And what was our gypsy girl doing all the time? Sitting on the table and laughing until the long braids on her back quivered and jumped with laughter. Rozie shook her head, spat accurately a long stream of juice at a spot on the floor, and said dryly. Better do what my man tells you, womanfgirl, or he will beat both you and me. I care not for myself. My carcass is already hardened. But watch out, girl. Ha, old woman! What do you know? Smoke your pipe and chew your rotten tobacco. Marzia watches out for herself, And Marzia swung herself off the table and laughed herself out of the room. As soon as she was out of the tent she ran to the creek near the camp, and without a tremor sped lightly over the skinny log serving as a puny bridge. Sure enough behind the tall bulrushes lay Gorzie looking up into the blue sky and fondling the violin in his hands. Oh Gorzie, stop your eternal thinking and help me out. Truly, every- one calls you a dreamer. But listen to me, bachie, or I will be angry and snap at you as the bear does. And Marzia brought her glistening white teeth together with a snap. Gorzie turned over and said dreamily, Look, Ivlarzia, see how blue the sky is. It reminds me of you. s'You stop that! Marzia stamped her feet angrily. My, what a fool I am that I should like you! All you think of is sky, moon, sun. Oh, you -4' Now don't get angry, Marziag come see my mouth, wide open to swallow what you tell mef, He opened his mouth wide and looked com' ically like a little bird waiting for food. Marzia laughed unwillingly and then sobered suddenly. But, oh Gorzie, what will I do? The old drunkard wants me to marry Senok. He will be made chief in the feast tofnight. And you love me eh, Gorf Eightyftwo zie bachie? I won't marry Senok-but the old one says he will beat me with the bear whip. What will you do Gorzie, if he beats me, eh? Do you know what, Gorzie said in a farfaway tone, I really think you ought to marry Senok. After all he is strong and rich, while I limp and am poor. You know I won't be able to give you earrings and roast pigs every day. Really I think you ought to marry Senok. It won't hurt me much, Marzia, honestly it won't. And Gorzie placidly chewed a blade of grass. 0stot, kutyot, faiot, neker! Marzia was in a fury. uYou-You weak man you! Phah! She spat at his feet and sprang away. Gorzie sighed, shook his head sadly, and resumed his communion with 'the sky. About five minutes later, Marzia's face peeped around the tree, and she said poutingly, I didn't mean to spit at you, Gorzie, honest I didnt But you do love me, donit you? And she knelt on her knees and pressed her -dark rose cheek next to Gorzie's. That's all right, Marzia. The two sighed together. Oh, Marzia sprang to her feet. The feast was tofnight and she was to dance. Juice of my heart, she murmured fervently, watch for me tonight. I'll be more beautiful than ever. And she ran home, the dusty soles of her feet showing to Gorzie. It was the time for the feast to begin. There were several visitors from the town nearby to watch the crazy gypsies enjoy themselves. Pigs were roasting on their little spits and the appetizing odor of the succulent paprikash was sniffed eagerly by the anxiously anticipating brats. Pretty soon each Gypsy of any account had a leg or a piece of animal flesh in his hand and was voraciously devouring it. Senok was standing near Marzia and speaking to her during the intervals of drinking the paprif kash gravy. Tonight, little one, you will become betrothed to me! 'LTofnight, bahfbahfbahf' impudently mocked Mzlrzia. Who says so, smart one? My lover will not allow that! 'LYour lover! Look at him there telling the old neninkos fairy stories. I don't know why I want you. But I'1l get youf' Pooh, and Marzia laughed into his face. Jon was watching them eagerly. He was dressed in unusually vivid dress as if for a very great IBVGHU Later, before the dance was to begin, Senok came over to Jon and said something. jon nodded his head as if a matter of great importance was settled. Eiglztyftlwee The dances had begun. It made a colorful spectacle, the bright dresses glittering in the light of the huge fires on the other side. And each gypsy maid danced and at length fell into the arms of the man she loved most.. Marzia was the last because she was the best dancer, and the gypsies keep the best always for the last. First she spun around like a top, the full skirt billowing around her. Yes, many a gypsy youth's eye glittered with eagerness. Around, around, she whirled, until it made them diZZy to look at her and her eyes shot glances of fire while her brown feet, red in the fire light, danced on the wild hearts of the gypsies. Now was the ending. Whom-whom would she choose? Marzia danced around to where Gorzie stood, slightly on one leg looking into the firelight. But he was looking into the fire and not at her. A sigh of disappointment rent the air' from the pentfup hearts of the gypsy youths. But what was the matter? thought Marzia bewildered. Why does he not look at me? Gorzie was looking at the fire light and there was a faraway look on his face. Marzia stamped twice. His revery was not disturbed. just then Senok stood before her. With a final look at Gorzie she drew Senok out, vainly hoping that Gorzie would look and take her away. But Gorzie was dreaming. Jon stepped out lifted his hand and proclaimed the betrothal of Marzia and Senok. Marzia's heart sank. What could she say now, after she had chosen Senok as the one she loved best? One last hope. She flung her arms around Senok's neck and cried out, uSee how much I love him, and kissed him full on the lips. This was nothing out of the ordinary to these emotional gypsies. Marzia glanced at Gorzie, hoping he would come out and claim her as his. Gorzie was looking at the stars, Marzia married Senok. Now she chews tobacco, and is beaten by Senok when hc is drunk. But Senok is the chief and is rich. He owns twenty horses. And Gorzie dreams into the blue sky, MARION STERN. Iiiglztyffour A LITERARY SAMPLE WHERE EXCELLENCE IS FOUND M CHN WILES HORNIDAY as wise and opulent a man ly as ever sat at a Chamber of Commerce meeting, recognized N . ' . , the value of education, general knowledge, and learning in g PV industry. Being an idividual of numerous visionary assets s iz . . . . . 'i' ',,- ' which included foresight and being farsighted, he wanted L15 as to secure a subfexecutive and advisor who by virtue of F. E1 his or her intellectual and educational endowments might be expected to be of great help to himself. And so, naturally enough, he migrated to the vendors of wisdom, the faculties of our institutions which pander to the cerebrums of modern youth. It might be enlightening to quote verbatim from the interviews the great industrialist had with several of our most eminent instructors. Exhibit A fwith a prominent Math. teacherj: Questionflf you were asked for a synopsis of voco -to call, in the third singular, active and passive, indicative and subjunctive, plus all par- ticiples, infinitives, and imperatives together with their meanings what would you reply? Answerf-The laws of mathematics are immutable. QuestionffState and illustrate the law of multiple proportions. Answer--fBy mathematical formulae-A minus may be made to equal plus 2, Intcrlocutor harbors distaste for math teachers and tries again on at Latin prof of note. Exhibit B: QucstionfVV'hen you state that you feel well are you using well as an adjective or adverb? Answcrf-Assiduous application to the Latin lessons produces a keen minl and a shar wit. P Question- State the provisions of the Bill of Rights and question the obso- letcncss of any of its terms, AnswcrfCicero's accusation against Verres is a model of forensic oratory. Questioner is driven into the arms of the chemistry teacher with like results. In fact every instructor he interrogated without exception was equipped with only the knowledge he or she taught. The wealthy one was at a loss. Where to go? Whom to question? What to do? It could not be possible that these dignified scholars expected from their pupils what they, the masters, never accomplished. Efglayafi-te By chance the famous witness at many governmental investigations of corporation finance met with a young man of prepossessing appearance. He talked with him at length on many topics and the young fellow proved a well of information. His store of erudition was as varied as it was estiinf able. It was as diverse as it was inexhaustible. Here, thought the prof moter of big business, 'Lis just the one I need. He fills every requirement. In knowledge and scholarship he is undoubtedly the master of the sup' posed masters. Upon inquiring further concerning the antecedents of the apple of his eye and the possessor of all human wisdom he found what the reader is by no means ignorant of. This wonder of wonders, this marvel of marvels, was a senior of the Morris High School. f RAYMOND KESTENBAUM. FANTASY V ' ' . I RUAMED in a garden fair and wide, -'R Where the roses blooming side by side W' E V g Lent dainty fragrance to the air, 3 ' f 5' And stealing on me unaware, 4 I, I fi., 5 Y. , K , Swept me on to the far land, The star land, fili ng- The land of the silvering moon. I sailed on a faintly rippling cloud, And sang to the heavens long and loud, A breeze dashed by with a whirling gust And blowing me far like flying dust Swept me on to the far land, The star land, The land of the silvering moon. I floated down to a lush, soft glade, And lingered long in the cool, sweet shade, I breathed in deep the ravishing air, And gazed on the spreading meadows fair, And I knew that I was in the far land, The star land, The land of the silvering moon. Eiglztyfsix I leaped o'er the meadows broad and wide, I danced down a rocky mountainside, I paused by a silvery sparkling stream, And counted the ripples in a dream, In the distant, distant far land, The star land, The land of the silvering moon. I climbed high, high to the top of a tree, And far in the distance a shimmering sea Gleamed hack like the sun to my leaping eyes, And I laughed, O I laughed to the stretching skies Of the green and grassy far land, The star land, The land of the silvering moon. The sun rode down to that glittering sea, And I floated down from the rustling tree, Cut of the web of the dim dark, soon There rocked the fine and silvery moon, Cf the gray and silver far land, The star land, The land of the silvering moon. There rose a ringing of rolling bells, From the ponderous gloom of the far away dells, It ntaddened me, saddened me, sent me careening Up to the wisp of the silvery moon, Away from the waning far land, The star land, The land of the silvering moon. I roanied in a garden fair and wide, Witla the lilacs nodding side by side, And ever and ever I musingly dreamed, When the clinging air with insects teemed, Cf the fair and misty far land, The star land, The land of the silvering moon. NATHAN BROWNSTEIN. Eiglnyfsevcn: WE SEEN OUR DUTY AND WE DONE IT To the Seniors who were our friends before the Noks were printed: Tradition is a hard master, and a doublefdyed deceptive villain. Tradif tion demands that each Senior be nokked, that these noks be original, that these noks be witty, that these noks knock, and that these noks be not too knocking or shocking. It demands that on completing those noks, after racking its collective brain and wits, after wearing out its individual health and vigor, after spending sleepless nights and fearsome days, after a period of frantic activity as the deadline approaches, the Nok Committee be mercif lcssly and unsparingly nokked by the nokkees. Under these conditions, we are supposed to preserve a calm and collect- ed disposition, to radiate a halo of peace and sweet resignation, to turn the other cheek to those who menace, molest, malign and even maltreat us. VVc are supposed to apologize in the most humble, the most abject, the most servile terms for any offense given or any humor lacking. In making these noks, we have essayed the impossible, We have attempted to give noks of superlative wit, noks that do not appear vindicf tive, noks which detect a weakness but reflect a virtue. That we have failed is a foregone conclusion. But like the hero in the melodrama, we went down before the inevitable with a gallant smile playing about our lips and grim determination gleaming in our eyes. Do we apologize? Of course we do. Tradition demands it. Who can battle tradition? But as we do so, we remember these ancient words -of weight and wisdom: He who takes a joke well is wittier than he who makes a joke well. Therefore, as our head drops between our shoulders, -one eyelid droops over one optic in a portentous and significant wink. As we mouth words of sorrow and contrition, our lips perk up in malicious and unholy glee. Anyone who does not receive these personalities and pleas' antries in the spirit in which they are given cannot cloud our eyes or bow our heads in sympathy or sorrow. Wherefore, if we have erred, if we have offended, if we have sinned, if our noks are unpleasant or inappropriate, we crave the indulgence of our classfmates. We ask them to think of us with charity and forgiveness. For charity, like the veil over a homely person's face, covers a multitude of sins. Likewise they say that charity begins at home, we sincerely and quite selfishly hope that it does not end before reaching the school. Therefore, in a suppliant mood, we nevertheless remain, Most arrogantly, insolently, and unshamefully, THE NGK COMMITTEE. Fred Schmerer, Chairman. Eightyfeiglzt WILBUR R. AARONSON 851 East 163rd Strcet Very quiet and staid- If looked at by a maid, He'd feel quite afraid And turn a rosy shade. LOWELL ALTSCHULER 923 Walton Ax'-:nue The teachers like him because he can open the top window when the pole is missing, ALFRED A. ADLER 501 East 138th Street So pessimistic that his theme song is: Ah, sweet misery of life, at last l've found you! , , D q,y,LEs'Prf AA, ERSCN ,f', f i 1 ff' 230 We t it-een V' Will 'oyflstjiiie have your atteprfdokn' a minute, please? .1 BLANCHE ALEXANDER 2059 Davidson Avenue Because she laughs with you, And at her own self, too,- Because her grin just grew and grew We chose her Smiling Su ' M LEO! A N ' ou Pleee And better they ne'er en born, Who read o doubt read scorraf GEORGE ALTHAUS , 1348 Franklin Avenue N-A! The colors of his ties so affected his nose That, quite imperceptibly, it scorned them and rose. HERMAN D. ARSHAM 937 East 181st Street If students all were, like this lad, Kept in for late detention, Instead of hlling one class room, They'd pack a whole convention. HELEN ALTSCHULER 749 Jennings Street Like the zinc plate of a battery-just negative. ADELE EDITH AUERBACH S83 East 176th Stieet OUR eyes are not too weak to distinguish ceruse from natural hloomf' Eightyfnine JOSEPH AXELROD 1471 College Avenue He was the hero ofHarr1's Hall, His curves broke sharp and wideg But here at Morris the bench he warms, Vsfatching the game from the side. BERTHA BAUOH 980 Freeman Street If on our toes she steps again Murder won't be too drastic, For we have tried for years to malqe Her Htrip the light fantastic. JOSEPH AYEROFF 631 East 168th Street Teeth chattering? Nervous? No-he drives a Ford! CHARLES N. BEATON 410 East 148th Street After three years of French he's decided to remain an American. LEE BAKER 1122 Elder Avenue Her sense of direction is all wrong and stilted, She wants to go straight, hut her nose is tipftilted. GERTRUDE BEGOVJSKY 1101 Prospect Avenue Relentlessly, tirelessly, it continues incessantly. What? Her tongue! DOROTHY BARCHOFF 1433 Teller Avenue Beauty is not always skin deep, it may be superpcial. f ' 'i3JOfff'L,, SAMUEL BEGUN 1710 W'ebster Avenue Wlien he has a laughing spasm flis face is lost behind a chasm. SYLVIA S. BARSKY 1498 Crotona Park East If Morris wererft a cofed school Where would Sylvia go? Shed piclq up her pen, her pencil and rule, And walk into Monroe. BERTHA BERNSTEIN 1799 Poplxam Avenue Oh, Bertha, serious all the while, Have you forgotten how to smile? SEYMOUR BETSKY 3225 Bainbridge Avenue It's lucky he's no judge- ' Qjentences are so long. ,ln l .pf fl A 6 ' IRVING BOREK 944 Aldus Street looks down as from a great height! maybe thats why he's so bewildered. JEAN BEZAHLER S14 East 167th Street Bezahler in -German means rr one who pays , But Regina's thoughts go pining- Up in the clouds this dreamy miss strays, Afseeking their silver lining. HAROLD H. BRAVERMAN 1306 College Avenue He never arguesg he's always right. NAT BLUMBERG 1420 Like Stebbins Avenue his bowftie-he always has a snappy comefback. MOE BRECHER 1292 Washington Avenue When I was young I took to the law And argued each case with much strife, For the remarkable strength this will give to my joy Will last all the rest of my life. AARON BOBROW 1343 Is he ls he Is he Who Prospect Avenue beast or fowl or fish? dull or cleverfish? highbrow? Is he lowbrow' is this man, Aaron Bobrowi IRVING BREGMAN 634 Prospect Avenue He's the fellow who insisted that price is affected by demand and- Hprohibitionf' ALECK BOOKSPAN 1151 Simpson Street He tries to talk on cosmic rays And Eir1stein's theory deepg He aims to give us every phase, But we are soon asleep. SYDNEY BROSSE 1888 Arthur Avenue Sideburns are worn by butlers as well as by 'lsheiksf' Ninetyfori 6. Ninetyftwo 1 s I NATHAN BROWNSTEIN 386 Ford Street Here we have a clever poet Who should mingle with the Muses But you'll hnd him inthe luncliroom, As potato chips he chooses, JOSEPH BYCK 2280 Bathgatc Avenue Yeh, Buffalo Bill was pretty good,t0o. LOUIS BRUCKMAN 844 Trinity Avenue 'You ask if he is clever? At math we'll say he's nne' He can count way up to ten- If you start him off at nine. FRANCIS BYLANDT 419 St. Ann's Avenue That means much to you, n'est-ce pas? PAULINE BUBRICK 2140 Crotona Avenue Louder, please!-Patrick Henry never spoke like that. SAM CANTER 1385 Franklin Avenue Beware lest you be haunted by the ghost of the time you are killing' RAYMOND BUNIN 745 Iennings Street We introduce Professor Bunin, Violent verb manipulatorg For a lengthy discourse, tune in On this selffesteemed debater. ABRAHAM S. CLAYMAN 2331 Grand Concourse His history is like his nails-- his hngerftips. S. ARNOLD BURCHESS 1226 Boynton Avenue One of his claims to fame is that he sits in the fist seat in his history class. BENJAMIN CHUBAK 1043 Boston Road He's fourth dimensional--he takes up time and occupies space. LEO COHEN 66 Featherbed Lane He should have taken Lating he might have used a Uponyf' MARIE V. D'AMATO 4556 Richardson Avenue It's lucky for her that she doesn't swim the way she spells, for she'd surely sink. MILTON H. COHEN 916 Southern Boulevard The Class's best illustration of the law of Conservation of Energy. MORRIS DICK 747 East 168th Street He can't pay attention-he needs it. I ROME CORNFIELD 902 jackson Avenue Now ferry's not much, and 1 behaved as such, For the knocks he gave the committee Vv'ere a couple of puns, rather LUOTTL out 07168, Which nobody else could ind witty. YETTA DICK 822 East 163rd Fr et' Keep that schoolfgirl comp e' n -out of the rain! GEORGE CUTLER ' 1266 Spofford Avenue So silent and meek is George Cutler, His positionls assured as a butler. BEN DICKSTEIN 194 Brown Place He scanned all Coolidge's sayings, Examined them one by one, And chose for his daily motto, I do not choose to runf' IRVING DAGEN 639 Manida Street Not meaning to hand out florals, And really begging your Darden- If you were to rest on your lqurels, 'You'd sleep in a thorny garden. PALMA DIGIALOMO 2307 Prospect Avenue Always in a hurry, Afraid to be late- Are you absolutely sure Its with a girl you have a date? Ninetyfthre I I i I 1 1 I 6. Ninetyffour WILLIAM DIMOW 828 Dawson Street That far famed loo o mnocence He ll now have to con ess Does not re ate the etzdence O hzs crude tad It ulness ROBERT DOUGLAS 707 East 181st Street Irmmte Walker also arnves late AMI DLUGIN 2027 Hughes Avenue O Romeo Romeo' where ore rt thou Rornco7 MINNIE DREBBIN 2147 Crotona Avenue A womans haw ts her crownzng glory7 Ask Mmnte she ll tell you a d1 erent story' ALEX DMITRIEFF 736 Home Street When tt comes to art HE draws the ltne LEQIN DRUSSIN 494 East 176th Street He s very sens twe about hls wtt Its all nght Leon theres nothlng to be sensztwe aoout ANNA ARCHIE DOBSEWITZ 556 St Pauls Place L1 eVesuwus always srnolderzng and ready to erupt at the lzghtest provocatzon SYLVIA DWORRINI 792 East 166th Street Early to bed and early to school No powder or rtlls I wot No boy frrends here no goss p there Is thzs Sylv1a7 It 15 not' MURRAY DORKIN 1876 Chnton Avenue Has anyone here a comb7 Murray wants to slzc hzs dome LEONARD EBENSTEIN 2161 Southern Boulevard My Double and How He Undid Mef, fSee Heikoj M W, Y ,Ml SIDNEY R. ECKMAN 1361 Boston Road He dances and prances in joyous gleeg But attend to his duties? No, not he! MORRIS FARBMAN 1267 Grant Avenue 'There are a sowrt of menn Who 'Ado a wilful stillness entertain, Witlt purpose to be dressd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit. I NATHAN EHRENKRANZ 1754 Washington Avenue U He was spanked up on the ' Morris platform. Public punishment? No-Latin Club play! JEAN FEINGOLD 915 East 179th Street Now here's a hint to Romeos And budding Morris 'isheikswg For fame or fortune fean doesnlt care- 'Tis Class Night tickets SHE seeks. DAGNEY ERICSON 1128 Grant Avenue No matter how much she waves her hair, it's only a A'kink for a day. SONIA FELLNER 876 Dawson Street She's not catty , but have you heard her meouf ? HERMAN ENGLANDER 2119 Valentine Avenue He swallows his words- He jumbles them so! When he says yes, We think it is no. ESTELLE FIDELI, 1188 Fox Street We wonder what Estelle does over the holidays when she has no homework to prepare. ROSE FAGIN 2504 Bronx Park East Her full stock of learned lore- Skill in the art of Terpsichore. ISIDOR PINK 2088 Mohegan Avenue Whom the gods would destroy they first make madf' Ninety NATHAN FISCHER 756 Forest Avenue He loolqs like a grizzlyg He growls like a bearg But oh, my dear friends, .He's tame as a hare. ALFRED H. FRIEDLANDER 656 East 166th Street Yofho, my lads, its heavy worlqj but with another shove, we'll get him out. MAURICE ELIAS FLE-NDER 1700 Crotona Park East A lion- among ladies is i ' a mostdreadful thing.'ldA,, I , In ' uf VARTHUR .EQXEDMAN 8 son Street This is only tlhex inning of the procession. Look what's coming! WILLIAM FOLPRECHT 1196 Brook Avenue Why do you button your coat When you get up in class? Are you like a Senator Who wants some time to pass? GERALD FRIEDMAN 773 East 176th Street Give the devil his duefs! SOLOMON FRANK 763 Home Street We present: Douglas Fairbanks' only rival- Solomon Frank in The Mark of Zero. JACK FRIEDMAN 1418 Zerega Avenue Although he can't dance He puts out his chestg He's going to the Proml'- And hopes for the best. SAUL FREUND 3572 De Kalb Avenue One who uses his heacl4 he's on the soccer team. K ATE FRIEDMANT 1977 Prospect Avenue Sha espeare had his shrewish hate -and so have we. MILTON FRIEDMAN 149 West Tremont Avenue Ego, mei, rnihi, me, ine!!! DAVID GINGOLD 1268 Spoflorcl Avenue What are a few absences among Seniors? ALICE FURMAN 808 Adee Avenue Shels no gym', assistant but she's good at chinning. EVELYN GINS 1124 Boynton Avenue A pert flapper is this-behold our Spartan maid!- Wears her Hcoonslqin wrapperl' at eighty in the shade. SYDNEY GERSTEL M 952 Kelly Street I Qtr L v Five feet eleven- ' 1' 'Cf - o nothin in rticular. ff ' - f I HELEN GLADSTONE 1328 Nelson Avenue Alas, for my natural girt-my marketls been 'cornered' by the phonograph, radio and 'tallqies'!', HYMAN GILLARY 1507 Charlotte Street The kind of fellow one doesnlt want in a poker game-hels always ushyn. GUSTAVE GLAZER 426 East 170th Street Why not try carbon, Gus? It's a reducing agent. MAX GILLERS 1390 Prospect Avenue Why bother with Wonder' Hats? Whislqers will do as well! ARTHUR M. GLEICHER 940 Fox Street He dreams under the rrioon, He baslqs under the sung He talks of Hgoing to dow, But leaves with nothing done. w- ! Ninetyfseven 'Xlineiyfeight ISADORE G. GLOTZER 921 Trinity Avenue With nostrils clamped by fingers busy, W'ar'ding of nasal distress, Students vow to slaughter Izzy For concocting HZS. BERTHA GOLDMAN 1157 Jackson Avenue She never does come early, She arrives at any time, Shes rarely in the classroom Before ten minutes after nine. ISADORE GOLD 760 Trinity Avenue He thinks red'l Russia is the Upinkw of perfection. WILLIAM GOLDMAN 1206 Fulton Avenue Like a Frigidaire salesman-- he cuts no icef' JOSEPH GOLD 1358 Clay Avenue If absence makes the heart grow fonder, he surely must love Morris. JOSEPH GOLDOWSKY 622 East 182nd Street In a dim room, near the gym room, As a G. A., he builds brawng just to lend it, to expend it, In the basement, on a pawn. LAWRENCE GOLDBERG 1485 Brook Avenue The sort who thinks Carlyle's Essay on Burns is a frstfaid book. BEATRICE GOLDSTEIN 1675 Bryant Avenue The sun has evfdently made an impression on HER, but her pic' ture doesnt show them. EDWARD GOLDIN 853 East 176th Street To be thought a fool, As you go about, Is better than to speak And remove all doubt. SARAH COLDSTEIN 1210 Sheridan Avenue Wrigley's after every meal , That is what the posters say, Sarah chews her spearmint gum Every minute of the day. L L l LM, . WILLIAM GRUBARD 850 East 175th Street 'Like an. old suit at a banquet- refpressed. HARCLD HEIKO 2131 Prospect Avenue His jokes, we wish to say, fhe knows Shakespeare, by the wayl, Are far above the heads of us poor mortalsg For it takes at least a year till their meaning becomes clear, And, at that, youill only reach the mysteryls portals. FANNIE GUTMAN 1364 Washington Avenue Extremely progressive-one can't keep up with her stride. ALLEN HEINE 1193 Fulton Avenue As Heine knows Latin: zippo, zippere, flunhi, expulsus. HARRY HARUTUNIAN 1758 Bathgate Avenue Gaesar's ghost came here one dayg Peered in through the doorg Heard this boy dividing Gaulg Went baclq-crushed forevermore. WILLIAM HELLER 325 Crimmins Avenue As quiet and inoffensive as a 1918 Ford driven over a bumpy road through a gale. East 1 th Street reasu rp he Arista- the way much cash. as I 1 ISIDORE HERBST 1388 Crotona Avenue J If rain will make the flowers grow, this shrinking violet must have been caught in a cloudburst. JOSEPH HECHT 670 Oakland Place Between Boy Scouting and gym,' assisting he must get dizzy doing so many good turns ROSE HERMAN 1349 Grant Avenue My much disputed hair, I wish my friends would learn, In color isn't red But just a trifle auburnf' K X I , l A Ninetyfnine i . One Hundred GEORGE HEWITT 638 Crotona Park South The recent rise in copper has gone to his head. ELI HOROWITZ 864 Stebbins Avenue He's smart as a trap, but not so snappy SARAH HOLZMAN 355 East 165th Street When questions we ask her, Ignorance she feignsg In class her every answer Perfect credit claims. X GERTRUDE HOROWITZ 2012 Vyse Avenue So wrapped up in herself that no sound escapes. ' MORRIS N. HONIGMAN 984 Simson Street To err is hurnan - Erferfer- MAMIE HOROWITZ 634 Crotona Park South After Hrnathn for her- come L'math and math again. MORRIS HORN 888 Fox Street Of all his faults, his greatest sin-- Whenever not wanted, hes sure to horn in. RUTH HOROWITZ 536 East 168th Street Though I'm anything but clever, I could talk right on forever. HERMAN C. HORNICKEL 584 East 141st Street Bash-ful? Or merely acting on the Fisk suggestion, Time to re-tiren? SYLVIA HOROWITZ 1107 Forest Avenue And still they come! But--why is this one so still? L 4. OSCAR ICELAND 1388 Crotona Avenue Iceland is a strange and I unexplored territory. , A PH 1. 6 ' 721 Manida Stree He has a fnger in every i.,f EMIL INSLER 1056 Findlay Avenue Stacomb', will do the trick. DOROTHY IAFFE 65 West 192nd Street That rieverfceasing raritl BETTY ISKOWITZ 856 Manida Street I believe in life, liberty and the pursuit of modernism. ELEANOR IAHELKA 689 East 233rd Street There was a little girl Who had a little curl'l- and thereby hangs a tale! LILLIAN R. ISRAEL 869 Eagle Avenue She never lived in London, but she's in a 'fog , nevertheless. SOLOMON JOSEPH 1366 Bronx River Avenue Which is your frst name?,' asked Adele. Patience, sweet one, time will tell. ALBERT JACOBS The lad who had plenty of Hpinl' money. ROSALYN IOSEPHSON 851 East 169th Street Lavish of a heedless tongue. , . One Hundred On: l l One Hundred Two SOPHIA A. KAMISH 748 East Tremont Avenue Where is the man who has the power and skill To stem the torrent of a woman's will?' SIDNEY KAUFMAN 3812 Third Avenue Of Lunchroom Luke it might be said: Ton Cassius hath a lean and hungry look. JOSEPH KANAREK 1019 Boston Road Like a telephone operator, he MTRIESI' to make his way by Hpluggingf' ROSE KAZER 708 East 176th Street Her fluctuating eyebrows and rising inflection She works with an art little short of perfection. MORRIS KAPLAN 1758 Anthony Avenue That celebrated, Much debated, And berated, Dancer. MIRIAM KEII, 280 East 162nd Strcci A wish to travel through the world Is one of Miriarn's passionsg It's not the world she wants to see, But all the latest fashions. IRVING KAPLAN 1347 Findlay Avenue Inertia is the tendency of matter to maintain its state. ANNA KERN 876 Elsmere Place The roses lingered in her cheeks When our fair Anna faintedg Oh, gentle reader, could it be That our fair Anna painted? RICHARD KARAKASHIAN 794 Hewitt Place Was it The Eighth Wonderl' that provoked that expression? EIVIANUEI. KESSLER 1390 Prospect Avenue Like .Quebec-built on a bluj. RAYMOND KESTENBAUM 960 Tinton Avenue From a platform, from 11. soapbox, from a place of eminence, He pours forth his verbal surplus with abundant eloquence, But the presence of a girl mutes his mighty tongue with fear, And rouses up a scarlet tinge behind a trembling ear. BETTY KLINETSKY 1044 Findlay Avenue The light that lies in a womans eyes-just lies and lies and liesf' BEN KIRCHENBAUM On the strength of his hair, alone, he should go to Tufts. AARON KLINGER 1263 Evergreen Avenue The class optimist+he's always visiting the Lost and Found in 103. MORRIS KITTAY 414 East 169th Street His favorite subject, eatingg his favorite hobby, sleeping, his favorite saying, nothing. ALEXANDER KNOTT 1777 Bryant Avenue This Alecfsj Knott so smart , HYMAN KITZES 2068 Crotona Parkway A woman hater! Is that why he's going to college to become a bachelor of something or other? ' LESTER H. KOHS 750 Prospect Avenue V Ars, longa, Kohs, brevis. IEANETTE KLEINBERG 751 East 178th Street What struck you so speechless? ADRIAN KOKARIS 836 Whitlock Avenue No wonder the neighbors move away, Kolearis plays a Sax,', they say. One Hundred Tlirc 6 , l Une Illmrlrecl Four l DAVID KOMISAR 1457 Wilk:ns Avenue Haec olim merninisse invalnitu- especially the present you sought in 102 and never got! MILDRED I. KREEGIIR 866 Elsmere Place Metl1ought I heard a voice, cry, 'Sleep no rnorel' MATILDA KOSLOW 1561 Longfellow Avenue If silence is golden4 over the lull for you! BERNARD KRIEXGER 3810 Park Avenue The true Nlorrfsite- look at that lJullclog'l face. WILLIAM KOWALSKY K 1382 College Avenue K He utoots' his own horn. . p N , , - . r. 1 0 , HARRIET KUR IZ 864 Dawson Street She never enjoys a talking l'rnovie -- it gives her too much competition. ADELE R. KRAKER 788 Morris Park Avenue Sprechen Sie English also? MILTON LANG 1501 Boston Road He's wellfbuilt-but in the wrong direction. FRED KRASH 1337 Clinton Avenue Heres a Krash that's never heard. SOLCMON LANGBERG 939 jackson Avenue Hes one of those fellows in sweaters That sport Ugyrn assistant letters He learns acrobatics Up in Mrlrris attics- Then, as tumbler, amuses his betters, KATHARINE LANGGUTH 650 East 175th Street Neither Sweet Oneu nor Petite Would she let us dub lierg Shall we knock her base conceit, Trusting thus to snub her? v HAROLD LEVINE 1200 Simpson Street The Midolu of the class-he's been idle for four years. BERNARD LAPAN 655 Burke Avenue Bashful, blushing Bernard! MARY LEVITT 923 Kelly Street Mary, Mary, quite contrary, If told to live, shed commit Hariflqari, BEATRICE LAUNER 854 East 175th Street Theres many a fpinlgl slip 'twixt office and lass. f' y -v ' I JACOB D. LEVY 754 Cauldwell Avenue He'll graduate magna cum difficultateu. JOE LENT 765 East 225th Street Fifteen minutes of study, Lunch the rest of the day- That would be our program, If joseph had his way. NATHAN LIEBERMAN 1946 Prospect Avenue The pen is rnightier than the sword at slashing M, O. Councils. BEATRICE LEVINE 1180 Forest Avenue Lola still talks baby talk- and Billy Baxter and his friends still ufallu for it. SOLOMON LHJP 457 East 169th Strec: Not a word will he let slip- SUCH a man is Solomon Lipp. T I z 1 1 l 4 r 5 One Hundred Five 1 l fP 'i ii- ' ' 'f L. Une Hundred Six BERNICE GOLDWASSER 1185 Grand Concourse She would be a genius if her wits were like her tongue- wellfsharpened. SARA GREENBERG 1455 Fulton Avenue She once inet with an accident-W an idea struck her. HARRY GORDON 631 jefferson Place That doesnft interest me! JACOB GREENBERGER 512 East 159th Street On the rifle team quite aptly-A comes of good stock, is barrel' chested, bulletfheaded, and is, in all, a blank cartridge. ISADORE E. GORELICK 1564 Crotona Park East ' 'LI-Iow blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labor with an age of ease. SOPHIE GREENGRASS 785 Home Street 'LDon't tread on me! ELEANOR GORIN 2800 Bronx Park East There's such a charm in melancholy I would not, if I could, be gay. MITCHELL GREIFER 1706 Washington Avenue Conspicuous by his absence. LEO GREENBERG 630 East 176th Street So obstinate that he even. refuses to accept the inevitable, JOSEPH GROSS 1326 Brook Avenue He must be training to become a night watchmang he sleeps all day. ANNE LITOW 427 East 158th Street Always studying-the if other side of the room if SID MAISEL 1709 Bathgate Avenue Oh, Humor! Humor! what crimes are committed in thy name! ARTHUR LITZ w 705 East 179th Street The ties that blind 1 1 JULIUS J. MALKIN 1 1295 Fulton Avenue ' 2 A girl stood in a corner apart, I Vigorously rubbing her shoe. - 1 Yes, pal, I said, HI understand, julius danced with me, toof' V- JOSEPH M. LOBEL 891 Fox Street 's uite fanatical Q2 n dogmutical F dratical bjects mathematical. Q SYLVIA MANDELBLATT ' 1652 Washington Avenue If giggling in a classroom Remembrance assures, We're not likely to forget- Those giggles of yours. I I 1 LESTER LOMKE 1286 Webster Avenue Called donkey for fun, Resort has he none, Save the mildest retort- A true donkeyfish snort. ROSARIO F. MANGANO 540 East 183rd Street He makes history-and how!-- on a history exam. ARTHUR G. LUNDGREN 853 Cauldwell Avenue The sports of children satisfy the childf, HYMAN MARCUS 1230 Boston Road He may be taking plane and solid geometry, but he's not trigfgy enough to make the football team. 1 . i I I m fa 4 1 4 1 One Hundred Seven u HERBERT MARKOWITZ OU R, 1160 Cromwell Avenue - , sg' He doesn't strike one as a baseball r'-if player-nor the ball either. MARTIN S. MAZIL 475 Brook Avenue Poor little shaver, Don't you cryg We'll get you a razor By and by. - SAM MARKOWITZ 2074 Mapes Avenue 1 Some people he just doesnlt like- , the rest he doesn't care for. EVELYN METLIZ 1501 Boston Road An example ofthe Law of Supply and Demand-she demands passe - ing marks but is supplied with failing ones. MILTON MASSOVJ 864 East 175th Street Actions speak louder than wordsll- but he is guilty of neither. f CLARA S. MINOV Q: 1156 College Avenue Here's to the sister of Atlas-f 1 she carries the world and its worries on her shoulders. 4 4 EDWARD A. MAY - 793 East 166th Street ' It is his ambition to be an accountant, so, for practice, he adds weight. CYRIL MIPOS 1050 Grant Avenue He wears his hair baclq, To look like a poetg , If he knew how it looked, He'd no longer grow it. IRVING MAYLAND 1078 Forest Avenue Hey, diddle, diddlel Mayland and his fddle! When he struclq up a tune, 1 The Seniors giggled, The Freshmen wiggled, And Mr. 'Tracy passed out A in a swoon.. Juuus MIRELOWITZ 1 1696 Washington Avenue 1 For years his ambition has been to reach the top shelf in the clothes closet, and now he has I almost succeeded. One Hundred Eight . ,,,M......1...... ALBERT MIRSKY 1135 Fulton Avenue The prevalence of corpulencs in all events evokes comments of arrogance and insolence. GUSSIE NAROFF 115 East 165th Street She wears her hair behind her car, Like Greta Garbo to appear. EDITH MONTLACK 626 East 179th Street Our advice to this struggling young artist would be-to stop struggling. MAX NECHIN 1638 East 172nd Street He has ears, and two eyes, and ten fingers, For some time we have had him around, We know he is one who still lingers- But from him we've heard scarce a sound. ELIZABETH MOREHOUSE 515 West 187th Street They say that Ford made a lady out of Lizzy,l' but heres one who persists in being masculine. ROSLYN D. NISINSON 850 Longwood Avenue Lisping lass with laughing eyzie, Such a lass is Roslyn. GEORGE S. MORGENSTERN 264 East 199th Street 'LAh!l' said the biologist, another freakln -Georgie took a year of Greek! SAMUEL J. OBERS 1284 Grant Avenue Sam has a suit for each day in the week-he's still wearing i. CATHERINE MURRAY 1208 Virginia Avenue - Not a musician, even though she's always Uharpingl' on something. SOL OBLAS 1101 Prospect Avenue Oh, Methuselah, look to your laureis so rare, . For Obla's jokes, we know, Will wrest them away-not by a day--V But by a century or so. 1 One Hundred Nine 'J 1 I , . 1 -K , ,v .i it One I-Iundred Ten , 3 ABE PARESS 1060 Findlay Avenue Handsome is as handsome does, But neither does applyg For he's as lazy as can be, And doesn't even try. EVELYN T. PETRUZZI 791 Fairmount Place Pins, pins, pins- Till she's angry and quite Curt, Pins, pins, pins- Till she even forgets to flirt. il DAVID PARIFSKY 1754 Washington Avenue All work and no play make cl- Davi Parifslqy. CHARLES PILLISDORF 626 Prospect Avenue Smiling Charley, With smile so sunny, Pray, what is it 'You find so funny? SOL PELTZ 3504 Rochambeau Avenue Where are you going, my Morris lad? I'm going to the 'Promf ,tis quite the fad. And may I go with you, my Morris lad? I'm escorting another! was the answer glad. NAT POPKIN 453 East 175th Street 'I've no time to wait or sigh, No patience to wait till by and byf Diploma me quick, Iym off, goodfbye, 'Popl goes the weasell' HELEN R. PERLMAN 1975 Grand Avenue There was a sound of revelry by nighty'-the Seniors held their dance at the McAlpin after all! JACK POTTISH 1019 Boston Road A fool must now and then be right by chance. IRVING PERLMAN 760 East 157th Street Thank goodness, 'studes' and faculty, Vkfhen I behold my labors, I thank whatever gods there be, That I'm not like my neighborsf, OLGA RACHMIL 760 Riverside Drive Look again'-it's a girl! MARTIN REECE 1711 Fulton Avenue One man in his time plays many partsl'-but that's not saying how. MATILDA RELIS 1302 Fulton Avenue Vv'ith an answer Matilda's never late, For at alibis Matilda's great. NATHAN REINBERG Cr 2154 otonaf Avenue We w' h- reat regret, 1 hj ,nit met Ev y gi orts fin f' enio assesg o-We duly call attention to his 'idudyu tie, and mention He loves music-now you know him, merry lasses! MEYER N. RIBNER 1061 Tinton Avenue What a pariic's in thy breastieq When a teacher has addrest thee! MILTON REINSTEIN 1997 Hughes Avenue Donat try to make hirri talk- try to stop him! 0517 ! VICTQR 5. RIESEL 317 Cummins Avenue: He ought to he good in geometry- he always tries to get into the best circles. BEATRICE REISINGER 1291 Washington Avenue A vestfpocket edition- hut an encyclopedia anyhow. ROSE NORMA LEE RIFKIN 1184 Grant Avenue Never takes things stormily- This is just as things should be- Her name, you see, is Norma Lee. P. REITMAN 1530 Sheridan Avenue Raclqetyftaclg, racketyftaclg, raclgetyftaclq, 'rahl Sis boom bah! PfOfPfUfLfAfRl ALFRED G. ROBERTS 1962 University Avenue We hope that he's lightfheaded in only one respect. E . One Hundred Eleven 1 One Hundred Twelve LEROY E. RODMAN 778 East 179th Street This critic had a way to the chairman's great dismay, Of voting down the latter's lengthy versesg Then, with jngers in his hair and his wellfknown Samson air, Leroy struggled to rnalqe better ones-but-curses! n PHILIP ROSEN 1315 Findlay Avenue What cannot be cured must be endured. SYLVIA ROSEFF 1834 Clinton Avenue Her eyes enigmatic Bclie the static That so often trips From her red, pouting lips. GEORGE H. W. ROSENBERG 967 Trinity Avenue The majesty of the forest-- right above his lips. LESTER ROSEMAN 2083 Cl1DCOH Avenue Oooh, look at the big, funny man! REUBEN R. RGSENBERC 723 East 160th Street 'Tis said that curiosity killed the eat. And Reuberfs still living? IRVING ROSEN 588 Concord Avenue Buried in his thoughts! What a shallow grave! . KALMAN ROSENBLAT1' 1529 Hoe Avenue Threefquarters asleepg the other part drowsy. LOUIS ROSEN 485 East 173rd Street The voice with a smile wins a ailure in El utio 1. I JARED L. ROSENTHAL 420 Riverside Drive Hell make a good collar Nadu-- he's already stiff enough! CARL ROSNER 1274 Lafayette Avenue Smiling Sam!-his was the grin that was the inspiration for Steeplechase advertisement. MISHA RUBII 1537 Fulton Avenue Here's an assignment Thats quite unjillable- Catch Misha Rubin With a word of one syllable! OSCAR A. ROTH 1464 Brook Avenue He uses Dr. Elliot's fiveffoot shelf-he can't reach any higher. SARAH RUBINFEIN 933 Tiffany Street Rest hereg sleep undisturbed within this peaceful shrinef, ISAAC ROTHBERG 1440 Crotona Park East The one thing he usually wears- a pained expression. JOSEPH RUBINSON 1074 Intervale Avenue I mean to rule the earth, As he the sky- We really know our worth, The sun and I! ADRIAN S. RUBIN 498 East 140th Street If we 'kknockedu him, we'd ' just get a hollow sound. AARON SADOWSKY 719 Cauldwell Avenue The howling of the wolves? The wailing of the winds? The yelps of the hyenas? Nogjust Aaron's Sa9g',! EMMA RUBIN 1248 Washington Avenue She also ran. LOUIS SAVETSKY 1253 Franklin Avenue Musicians say we should all keep in tune. Savetslgy keeps in tune with Chopin's Funeral March. l One Hundred Thirteen 3 SIDNEY SCHARFMAN 1187 Boston Road He hopes that being a jack of many trades may some day make him a master of one. ANTHONY J. SCHILERO 3824 Dyre Avenue He belongs in a railroad shcdg All his ties are green or red. ISIDORE SCHECHTER 1190 Grant Avenue He may have been a budding genius, but, if he was, he was Hnipped in the bud. SIDNEY SCHLUSSLER 883 Southern Boulevard A girl stood in a subway train, In front of Schlussler she stood, . And stood, and stood, and stood, and stood, And stood, and stood, and stood. SCHECHTER Fulton Avenue irst he Hdribblesn his time away, then he passes.- A genius? No! A basketballplayer. FRED SCHMERER 736 East 163rd Street This noble lad is worried and sadg Claims the 'Senior Book is no good-- Calls its verses crazy, its jokes very hazy- Excluding Freddy's products, understood! LOUIS SCHEIN 1225 Nelson Avenue 'LThe 'Proml is the night when Dad HAS to stay at homef, fBut Dad's suit will be there!! ALVIN SCHNEIDERIVIAN 883 East 176th Street He likes high marks and looks the part, Alvin's a human wonder mark! CARL E. SCHIFFER 830 Stebbins Avenue !'Now in the name of all the gods at once, Upon what meat does this our Caesar feed, - . That he is grown so great7', EMANUEL B. SCHOENBACH 1480 jesup Avenue Busier than a revolving door in a restaurant at twelve o'clock. CQAMW BLANCHE SCHULBERG 1884 Arthur Avenue Some are blessed with curls rare, Some with beauteous shining hair, Combed in different ways so nent- But Blanche's looks like shredded wheat. IDA SELTZER 2304 Sedgwick Avenue Neither Victorian nor a 1929 flapper! Possibly an advance model-Miss 1935, perhaps! SAUL SCHUSTER 1837 Clinton Avenue His soccer and his foreign accent make an ideal combination. for a future soapfbox orator, or subway guard. RUTH SHANKMAN 1351 Prospect Avenue Yes, Ruth Shanlqman is a writer, who predicts a future brighter For herself, than that of others in our hall of fame, 'Yet the rest of the committee she is willing to call witty, Provided they agree to concede to her the claim. ELLA G. SCHUTZMAN 2922 Barnes Avenue -Gosh! only the first period? ALBERT SHASSQI. ' 354 Cypress Avenue His scepter is a ladle deep, His seal, a pail of water. BETTY SEIDLER 974 Prospect Avenue Hobnobbing with teachers is great and a Hlarkf' But donlt be deceived-,twill not raise your mark! ROSE SHAVELSON 1998 C1 nton Avenue She's the girl the boys all shun-she collects dues. RUTH SEILER 147 St. Ann's Avenue She came to us from Hunter High, For better or for worseg And may she ever rue the day, Should she loyalty reverse. RALPH SHIRKES 1006 Intervale Avenue MA fig for care, and a jig for woe! If I carft pay, why, I can owell' One Hundred Fifteen J I' 1 One Hundred Sixteen FRED SHOPKORN 1837 Clinton Avenue There have been and ever will be noble heads with nothing in themf' JOSEPH L. SIMON 3447 De Kalb Avenue Get the L out of there? LOUIS S. SHRON 461 East 138th Street Lou's option on Morris has expired. BENJAMIN SINGER 1001 Bryant Avenue A born Singer,', but that didnlt help him pass music. ELLA J, SIEBEL 1196 Brook Avenue Neither stuck upn nor prim, you say? VVhy, then, a nose that points that way? IRVING S S 77 y 'e The midnight hour ha , Still this grinds no gone , LILLIAN SIEGEL 1300 Fulton Avenue XVhen it comes to writing jingles, our Lillian thrills and tingles- But, if criticize we dare, she gives up in, a flare, Not caring who must bear the burden of her part. HARRY SKLAROFF 650 East 170th Street My brain it teems With endless schemes For wreaking revenge on Fischer. SAMUEL SIEGER 1165 Union Avenue His years are fewg his inches, many. SOLOMON SKOBEL 977 Stebbins Avcnuc Early to bed And early to rise, And questions afplenty, Make Solomon wisc. STELLA R. SKOLNICK 1420 College Avenue An expert in oral athletics. SENO SPARER 1531 Morris Avenue His baslifulness prevents him from being a good chess player because he's afraid to take the queen of the board. LAURA D. SMITH 1468 East 233rd Street It's a moot question-the compatibility of beauty and brains. ROSE SPORN 3905 Third Avenue Slow-but anything but sure. ALFRED SOLOMON l 2140 Cruger Avenue And so, in a maze, we continued to gaze, And still our wonder grew, How, in one ojjricial period, He could every lesson do. ESTHER STAROWITZ 982 Prospect Avenue Still looking for a guide to conduct her on a Coolfs tour of Morris. HERBERT SOMMERS 1033 Boston Road HA little is better than none. LILLIAN STERN 902 East 176th Street Lillian may 'Kcreep like a snail to school, but shels our marathon champion out of the building in the afternoon. HENRY SONDAOK 1460 Wlmite Plains Road Henry must be thinking that high school is a great life, if you don't Hwalqenfl MARION STERN 1241 Southern Boulevard As she tripped in at the door, she would try, as twice before, To pass off again some once rejected versesg How we ever did survive them, as each time she would revive them, Is a tale that is just a repetition more. . s ,. One Hundred Seventanf I ,fl 1 1 3,4 One Hundred Eighteen LILLIAN STIGLITZ 1359 Lyman Place Armed with notebook and with quote book and hoping for a Uotem look, She' would argue for her daily stock of knocksg Vkfhen our ears we wouldn,t lend, I No longer shels attend- if Now she's sure the knocks will df upon the rocks. JOSEP S LAUF 620 E Street It's not quite there-that ou ache of his. SAM STOLZENBERG 1131 Elder Avenue ' He twists his mouth his words to speak, lust as 'tis said the gangsters dog He'll land in the Utalkiesfl not as a sheik,', But as 'Lthe guy from 'Tent' Avenoof' MINNIE STRUMPF 1915 Billingsley Terrace To any who will hearken Minnie tells her taleg But few will listen to her- Long since it's grown quite stale. RUTH STONE 1129 Teller Avenue That stony stare, that granite jaw, Those features hewn from rock, Make us wonder if this Stone Comes from Marblehead stock. MAC STURMAN 975 Sherman Avenue He acts like a relative on a visit to Morris-he has overstayed his time. ELIAS STRAUSS 977 Avenue St. John Maybe he got that rainy disposition from poring over books. A HAROLD SUSSERMAN 2032 East 177th Street At home on the football field, but quite Hat sea in French. PHILIP STRAUSS 1521 Fulton Avenue Some think the world is made for fun and frolic- And so do Il HYMAN TANNENBAUM And tell quaint lies, How honorable ladies sought rny love, Wliicli I denying, they fell sick and died. Y. LILLIAN TANENBAUM 3312 Bouck Avenue Like a cannong emptiness surrounded by a surface, an opening-and what an explosion of hot airlu THEODORE TOWBER 1234 Stratford Avenue History seems to him so hard, It simply gets his goat , He almost succeeds in bluffing us, But not the teacher, we note. EDWARD TARADASH 1725 Fulton Avenue Life is reall Life is earnest! W A K E up!!! KATIE TREMML 711 East 181st Street Is it the still small voice of conscience that keeps her so quiet? SYLVIA TAUBIN 1859 Walton Avenue She must intend to become a medium-she's addicted to studying dead languages. ARTHUR CHARLES VON BERG 1137 Teller Avenue This brave and doughty hero, with contributions zero, From Knock Committee meetings far has fled, He is vanished from our sight, oh grave and sorry plight, So he justijies his name of Nervy Ned. SADIE H. TERK 2700 Bronx Park East She'd talk to a deaf man if she had the chanceg Her tongue's aflicted with St. Vitus, dance. SOL WARSHOW 818 Beck Street This is Sol Warshow, Obscure mimeographer- So little known now, That he needs no biographer. JULIUS TITUNIK 893 Stebbins Avenue Ambition should be made of sterner stuff -but is he even ambitious? MOLLIE WASSERMAN 1409 Fulton Avenue Silence, patience, brilliancy- Here's to the girl who lacks all three! f . A , 5 1 A O irc llzmdred Nineteen, Q f ABRAHAM WEINBERG 2733 rris Avenue beis on e who should go in for art, ' , his hair, he looks the part. , Q WILFRED WEISSBERGER I ,J fl 1734 Monroe Avenue ' 'You may give him a passage of Latin That would make the rest of us hot, Heill smile and do it in, half time- Orice hels fallen in with a Utrotla. ETHEL L. WEINER 1464 Seabury Place She's mild as Mayn, Is seldom gay, Has little to say- And why, we pray? BERNARD WEISSMAN 1258 Brook Avenue , But one person gets to school before he does-the janitor. HELEN WEISS 1325 Nelson Avenue She does nothing but talk of her family, Of their every weal or woe, And what 'iwhoppersu she sometimes tells us- So- Blow, bugle, blow! ARCHIBALD L. WILHELM 1182 Washington Avenue My strength is as the strength of ten, Because my heart is pure. IOSEPH WEISS 716 St. Ann's Avenue There are exceptions to every rule- joe has a high forehead. RUTH EMMA WILLOW 405 East 157th Street One who strikes while the iron is hot. Note the effect! ROSE WEISS 970 Prospect Avenue In north and south and east and west We sought our Rosels fameg But there were few who thought they knew The maiden by that name. , DAVID S. WORGAN Q 945 Hoe Avenue V Professor Worgan, in his classes, for a 5 dictionary passes, l An idea with which we knockers disagree 5 g For each joke of his invention. can be 5 I found, if we but mention z That its, sure to start with A , followed by uheu. Qne Hundred Twenty P 1268 Cla Avenue RUTH WULFHOP 1 Y Not a dancefstep! Only a girl! Ll,f!'C'i TONY ZILL 155 East 4th Street To keep quiet and still Is a task hard to fill For loquacious Tony Zill. MAX E. YOUNGSTEIN 1354 Morris Avenue W'hat's in a name? He's a true Scotchman by reputation. GARY ZUCKER l just because he's solid in plane geometry doesn't mean that solid g geometry is plain to him. BELLA YUTKOFF 1 1820 Belmont Avenue 'LHer locks are like the ravenu, Or so they all aver- Vtfe wonder if she cares What Ugentlemen prefern? . 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