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F 1 - s , , ' 1 .1 5- .,,, , -4, ,g..w.- '1 I ...,, U C Y, - f - ,Ji I .f X : 'X ' 'ai-L ' H . 1 , ' -rl Why We Ask You To Conslder BUSINESS INSTITUTE It It It It It is Its e It is When Selectmo' a Comrnerclal School is is is is light d Gra the posit Tcl. COR It 30,000 Alumni rOrganized 1901 I E R C N PREPARATORY A : SCHOOL : W S E, ERUN, PRINCIPAL 853 BROADWAY, cor. 14th ST. Tel. STuyvesant 92387 I Approved and Registered by N. Y. Board Regents ' Regents Examination Students Admitted On Given in the School i Certificate to Foremost Colleges i I Regents, College Entrance also Secretarial and Comptometry Day and Evening Session f CofEd REGISTER NOIW FOR NEXT TERM I BUSIIN ESS Established 1907 T Registered by New York State Tel phone C Board of Regents TREmont 44CO . INSTITUTE 502 4 6 TREMONT AVENUE D W I fTh d v COMPLETE SECRETARIAL AND COIVIMERCIAI COURSES INCLUDING ADDING AND CALCULATOR MACHINES Special Courses on Business Machines ELECTRIC BILLING MACHINE ELECTRIC BOOKKEEPING MACHINE CALCULATOR MACHINE ADDING MACHINE Time 61 9w ks e E I . 2 oors es o ir ,H enue H fQrac1uates Placed in Tosilionsj In I 'eb 401 ' an .- 0 ge We recommend that you complete a four year High School Course MERCHANTS Sf: BANKERS' BUSINESS Scl-1ooLS offer courses in SECRETARIAL TRAINING STENOGRAPHY ACCOUNTING TYPEWRITING BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION Now offering a complete course in STENOTYPE, the upftofdate machine Shorthand. MORNING, AFTERNOON AND EVENING SESSIONS WASHINGTON HEIGHTS GRAND CENTRAL SCHOOL St. Nicholas Avenue at 1.81st St. . Chemin Building T I h Lexington Avenue at 42nd St e ep one . , Wadsworth 3,9719 Telephone Lexington SHERMAN C. ESTEY, Director A Better Schooly' Registered bythe Regents Menlber National Association of Accredited Commercial Schools COLLE GIATE SECRETARIAL INSTITUTE 41 EAST 42nd STREET N EW YORK CITY A DISTINCTIVE SCI-IOGL FOR SECRETARIAL TRAINING IN A BUSINESS ENVIRONMENT Rg' dby1Rg i P zApp1 N y N51 Epzyd S. E. Brown, Director Phones: MUrray Hill 2-7510 7511 5 -l-il CI 5 Z O I E 5 X I Tel. ADirondack 4-6000 V 4-6001 B U S I N S 540 E. FORDHAM RQAD ' RoosEvELT BUSINESS INSTITUTE I STI TUTE A Great Secretcmal School Bearing a Great Name one block eagigf gxfsote Roosevelt Attributes of the manfqualities of the school. A School of Specialization for High School Students and Graduates. Devoted to the Interest of Practical Business. Education for Progressive Young People Personal Application and Advance Reglstratlon Necessary. ' . Mr. M. FRIEDER, LLB., Principal MPREHENSIVE A CONIPLEME ' CO I 1 Phone or wr1te for free catalog SECRETARIAL COURSES IMMEDIATELY IzoosEvELT BUSINESS INSTITUTE 113 UAL 15' S GUARANTEE: Each and every E V E N I N Gs :lo Exist kFo:ha? Road - ew or , . . ' S E S S I O N . coinise ls guaranteed as to S E S S I 0 N 5 Kindly send me your free Booklet PER MONTH f Q In 2 a 11 d C 0 S f - PER MONTH 0 ffsecfefafial Training. MY NAME Is ..... -. .... .... , . .. .. Full and Part Time Position secured for our graduates and students. MY ADDRESS IS ' S AN INVITATION 1Ul0i0iUi0i1llillllllii xfvxfvvvxfxr 1 The February '51, graduating class of N nrria is cordially invited to call and inspect the new home of the Gaines School of Business Administration and Secretarial Practice. SOME OF THE- iADVANTAGES. THE' SCHOOL OEFERS 1. The enrollment is practically restricted to high school graduates and college students. fThe application of a high school undergraduate must be endorsed by his or her high school principal and approved by the Admission Board of Gaines Schoolj. 2.' The school is registered by the Regents of the University of the State of New York. 3. The teaching staff is comprised of the entire faculty of the former Eastman-Gaines School and other specialists in commercial education. 4. Much of the text material used in the several courses has been obtained directly from representative business firms and is practical to the nth degree, 5. The Placement Bureau of the school maintains close contact with the personnel directors of over 1,000 large business organizations. Because of the superior general education of our students and their thorough technical preparation, the Bureau is able to find good positions for Gaines graduates even in periods of general depressionj 6. The school occupies the entire fifth and sixth floors of a new thirtyfstory office building situated in the heart of New York's prize business and residential district. The layout of the foyers, oihces, classf rooms, lavatories, rest rooms, and cloak rooms was made by Mr. J. H. Phillips, one of America's foremost architects. Nothing has been omitted that would add. to the comfort and convenience of the student. The furniture and equipment is new-and the best obtainable. 7. Day and Evening courses in Accounting, Business Administration, Secretarial Practice, Stenography, Typewriting, Office Appliances, Business English, Business Mathematics and related commercial subjects. For further particulars call, write, or phone Plaza 3-6680 GAINES SCHOOL Business Administration :: Secretarial Practice 501 Madison Avenue fCOr. 52nd Street? New York IE ZF MR. S. A. BREWSTER, Managivig Director PRESENTS TI-IE KELLS BUSINESS SCHOOL FOR GIRLS, INC. sTENoGRAPHY BOOKKEEPING TYPEWRITING . . SECRETARIAL CALCULATING MACHINE Cast of Features: stablished 37 years. P4. Individual instruction. or young ladies only. 5. Free Placement Bureau. saac Pitman and Gregg Shorthand. 6. Practical training in the school oflice as secretary to the Director, SHORT COURSES FOR MORRIS GRADUATES DAY AND EVENING SESSIONS ' Send for Special Free Booklet-- IOC Leading Business Houses. 2105 SEVENTH AVENUE fat 125th Streetj Phone: CAthedral 8--8727 IN THE HEART OE NEw YORKLS EDUCATIONAL CENTER D RA K E BUSINESS SCHOOL SECRETARIAL SUBJECTS DAY AND EVENINGS DE WITT CLINTON H.S. MT. 511 URSULA H.S. E an HUNTER COLLEGE Q EVANDER CHIligS.H.S. 59 73 EDRAKE ' ESCHOOL FORDHAM vvggggw UNIVERSITY SLNNL ro no H AM no A o E g Q, WALTON B1 0 THEODORE noosevm Q H. S. O H.S. I 2 E z 'Ti Yr- NEW voma o I 'Sp UNIVERSITY o 54' Q, c: Q' A p 5 91, UT st E URSULINE m Q9 '51, ACADEMY , Pars ., 5 . C E. FORDHAM RD. ' Y. MOVED' ' RAYMOND M 4 SENIOR BOOK . ' 'Q X' . . ?f 1 'I- .f 1 ... . x- -1. 1 . 'Q . . 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Sometimes, there is the hurried arpeggio of 'an impassioned soul, sometimes the muted, vibrant chords of one who has been deeply touched by an emotion. Often the lute seems out of tune to sensitive ears, or perhaps some original, restless spirit will take it upon himself to restring the instrument, and replace the old cords with new ones of his own choosing. Stumbling fingers may strike immortal sounds, while experienced ones may bore us with the perfection and artificiality of the monotonous scales they play. Words are the strings of a magic lute, which each of us must learn to play. K Here is a book of words. You may play with them as you wish. Some of you will blow bright balloons of chattverhbwhichl will tug at their strings like live creatures. But their strengthlis the 'strength of the wind, and soon they burst and only a puckered :skin remains. Some will sew odd patchfquilts, but the blocks will fallapart, for they are held tofgether by loose stitches. Qthers will hew wondrous images out of everlasting rock. Beautiful lines, graceful curves, massive strength will take shape under the facile hand. And these will last forever. It is the thought that is the substance. The words are the tools. A poem is made of words fitted together like the glistening scales of a mermaid's tail. An expression of love ismade of braided strands of Rapunzel's golden hair, so that one can ascend to the crystal tower of her heart. Here is a book of words. What pretty tricks have you? Do you allow your iingers to pluck at the strings of the lute, guided by good, true -thoughts? Or do you hesitate and stumble and outrage even Nature with ugly, discordant tunes? EVELYN POBER Page Three D X WILLARD R. PYLE' TO WILLARD R. PYLE SCHOLAR AND TEACHER It is with reluctance that Morris parts with the Sage who has, since the founding of the school, occupied the chair of Physics and guided countless numbers of Youth through the door that admits to the world of science. We shall miss the cheery philosopher with his genial smile and ready wit. We shall find it hard to discover the equal of the teacher who made the most intricate .scientiic problems a fascinating quest for the inquiring student. We acknowledge the genius of the Master to whom teaching was a delight, and we honor the Scholar who has found in science the key to many of the hidden meanings of life. For your sane and scientific influence on Youth and on Colleagues we render our humble tribute. The power of your life Work will ever endure. IQ ll ll IQUQ lllQ1 l Q XUQUQ i Q02 ll lQlli0Q0i08 PQ! I I ELMER E. BOGART 5, X. Gln the 0112155 nf fianuarg, 1931, Congratulations on maintaining the Morris tradition of a Senior Album! The purpose of such a publication, as I understand it, is twoffold. In the iirst place it seeks to record the history of the class, particularly of the Senior Semesterg in the second place, it peers into the future and anticipates the time when reminders may be needed to recall even the faces of your classmates or the associations and events of your time in Morris. In retrospect, you will realize that the tasks of the present were onlyia means to an end and that the really significant thing about lessons and activities was your attitude toward them. While time is testing your horoscope and while your quest for happiness is progressing, may you conf tinue your interest in your classmates and your affection for Morris! My cordial best wishes to each of you. Very 'sincerely yours, ELMER bE. BOGART. X I i v 5 a P . I f Q 5 I 1 4 s A F W F m r 1 L J - L LU Ee E2 O F Urn Zu: E23 220 5 4 D . OE E22 moz nd ceo Q2 5 30 D QP O 53m -svrow Q VJ 22:35 mfzov E520 BUUU 94. O Saas! D l-EEDSMEA. 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Morris So that YOU can in 10 words before one sees. them tion several years Spirit continue t talk ' from now ' about U3 S S QE 5+-4 o Q lb new 2 E 552 'viii I-I ou E-' QSEE -Bug '5 O3 :1 : o .. .:: mean ss :IE 'E' Nada gore CQU.2vn .coo s'f Enix ua. 0 :Eg . .,.,u E23 OO E a E 5vgQ 2x2 L. .E-9 .. 1:-' H: 'o o :i o 33 0.22. Z T5 -2 O Z 'U N .n o V1 0-I 0 Z E B1 az -3 of 3 cn n-I u-I ui m. za E -4 v-4 0 3 O in It's obvious WHS said I ho W is I hope the end My best Graduation Amer- e kind of the Som telling That's MISS HARTLEY gs. 'U gla yet UO! mg E 5 2 .2 E o E I .- ua u 8 P- 0 .2 u. 3 x: o OB ..- :I 0 no I: .-1 ch- 83 Succeeded in t za. -So cn u-4 O ID -C .2 2 G' as ..- u na 6 2 s E U ESI D. N va O O-I aa .M LL' 2' G' O 'U r-4 a- as FL . O -D N .E Work SS MR. HE B- 3 ua 0 I-A n. DC Lu 33 35 0 bil-I 4-IN ..r:.: gs ,,.:: 'es have seek Indicate by H 0 .3 : o 5 3 :1 can E . we u UI U 22 :s T6 az E 0 .:: U I.. 0 -21 N U 8 E U0 E8 EE VJ: 3 ES E. S 33 5 ..:: 2 3.2 I-I 2? 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QQ-Dlczie wjf u,QrK K5 Fin-'uSh2d,'fh4Z, lz -tm Siren- uoub sdnifc wa vwyfh-COUTNTQP WX MJ. Ib-fJjJJli4 HV'i 1 JcbS com-pldc M542 KL- -niflc 35 friend 10 manzf- me Maeve W- ww-md asc' F W-V51 TP Y ' r' li J .Lp -I U1 ' frSQYld5'4r'- U, Faffkful 'fO 'WZ Q N-J fvlam qv-cv' fadhful 'lo ihe and- 5WJ?ff6fJ'2ffRVf?ffEffEffEff6fJffJfEfJi2ff6fXQRaRZ?ffffRQJ? f 04 5 . A A' wav? , 1 I v i? Sai? I5 K 4 f 1 , I- x 0 i xi: in 1 ini bi xi ll 1 ll 1 1 111 1 ri ri via 1 1 Ill ini ri :in lpresibenvs message . I Dear Classmates: . W It seems but a short time ago that we entered high school, full of ambitions, yet with vague -and intangible plans for the future. We have laid our plans carefully. Many have decided to continue their education in school by entering college, while others have decided to enter the business world and continue their education in that way. However, no matter which course you have chosen, let graduation serve as ia milestone in your path to success, a milestone for those who have conscientiously spent their time in diligent study, and a turning point for those who have shirkecl. Whatever may be our plans for the future depends entirely upon us. As futile as it is for one to receive returns without investments so it is impossible for us to reach our goal in life without giving our best. . ' We must not forget the great role played by our parents in this, our drama of life. They share our troubles and we always look to them for advice or consolation. It is to them that we ovve our deepest and most sincere respect and appreciation. In the distant future, they should be foremost in our minds as our best friends and counsellors. Let us leave Morris High School with a feeling of pride and loyalty to the numerous friendships which we have formed here. Now We must separate, each pursuing his individualpath, but when we meet again at the Crossroads let us not forget that feeling of good fellowship and comraderie which has been firmly instilled in us during these years so joyfully spent together. I Vale! Alex Ayeroff. Q liQiQliilQlHiQaillQQQQlliili-Qili illi Q 4ll'! A' x' ll llfr1' I ffhhf' ' . I . L i I Senior Book Staff Evelyn Pober, EditorfinfChief Toby Baiman Marguerite Temple Philip Barbieri . Maxwell Wolodin jack Bernstein Bernard Lipsius Harold Friedman Anita Solomon Rosalie Cohen Miriam Friedman l sadore. Greenberg Gertrude Hertz jack Kesten Willialm Ball Ruth Berndorff Jacob Bernstein Harold Bruntel Arthur Germansky Eva Berger Sol Blumstein Irving Cohen Charles Fuchs joseph Goldfarb Nat Kult Page E1 ghteen Samuel Koppal Knock Committee Martha Weiiiberg, Chariman Frank Meshnick Evelyn Pober Miriam Silverman Lawrence Skora Estelle R. Witzling Maxwell Wolodin Class Night Committee Israel Kabat, Chairman Leo Yarfitz Book -Assistants Ruth Miller Beatrice Roth Murray Sendach Frances Shainen Maxwell Wolff Gilbert Klein Charles Levine Anne Nutman Deborah Romain Seymour Siskind Milton Sperber Jack Ayeroff Leo Berkowitz Harold Erdreich Sarah Feinstein Irving Grubstein Kathryn Intemann Ruth Levine Aaron Myerson Sidney L Brass Nathan Epstein Sydney Isaacson Frieda. Itzkowitz Willianm Kushner Henry Lipkind Dance Committee Yetta Katz, Chairman Finance Committee Samuel Naidech Frank Pomerantz Martin Princer Hyman Shainen Lillian Siskind Lillian Slossberg Alfreda Toonkel Benjamin Wolfowitz Jack M. Cohen, Chairman Isadore Miller Max Reiter Sol Richman Sarah Ruskin Henry Schneider David Shopkorn Commencement Committee ' Sydney L. Burstein, Chairman Reva Balgley Jennie Binstock Sylvia Feldman Benjamin .Goldrich Frances Kelman Nettie Bialkin Rose Brown . Ruth Goodfriend Morris Greenberg lsadore Lehrman Samuel Mann Pin Committee Oscar Nisnevitz Kenneth Reynolds Louis Spector Ellis Wallach Virginia Wich Carl Koplick, Chairman Jacob Marcus Evelyn Roe Hyman Rosner Anna Roum jacob Schwertok Marcella Stuzin Page Nineteen S9l'ZJi Cecmcl 5060! clrsb i p wmanmgfmsrafmsfarswsammafwggmfmwinawiagmama i i E I . memhera nf the Svrruire Evague ! Al H. Ayeroilf Samuel J. Ayeroif QS, Ethel Barth Jennie Binstock QSJ Jacob Cohen QSJ Prospero De Santis QS? Sara E. Feinstein Ruth Goldwasser QSD Sylvia Green Kathryn lntemann Herman Koch Sam Koppal William Kushner Ruth Levine QSJ Florence Lifshitz Max Marcus QS, Evelyn Pober Ethel Schmiedel Frances Shainen Anna Shames David Shopkorn Miriam Silverman CSI Seymour D. Siskind Lawrence Skora - Martin Solnick Anita R. Solomon QSJ Marcella Stuzin Marguerite H. Temple QSQ Martha Weinberg QSJ Maxwell Wolodin illivmhrra nf the Arima an Samuel J. Ayerolf Toby Baiman Nettie Bialkin Louis Clayman Abraham Cooper Lillian Davidson Abraham Fischer Miriam Friedman Edward Keosaian William Karp Ethel Kasman -UQ li Q 'Q Q H Page Twenty, - A A Morris Krautha Florence Lifshitz Hannah Muller Hyman Paleyelif Rosalind Paleyeil' Jean Paul Evelyn Pober Meyer Quart Anna Shames Marguerite H. Temple Ellis Wallach David Wolfson mer - IQKQOQ QUQUQOQ QU- liti 202 Q Q li Most Popular Boy ....A.......... ................ A l Ayeroff Most Popular Girl ........... ........... .............. F l ora Reitman Best Looking Boy ................................... .................... J ack Kesten Best .Looking Girl ...................................... ............. R uth Berndoff Boy Most Likely to Succeed .............. ........................ S am Ayeroff Girl- Most Likely to Succeed ............. ............... M artha Weinberg Best Boy Student ............................... . ............... Abraham Fisher Best Girl Student ............. ..... ......... A 1 'ina Shames Best Boy Dancer .......... Best Girl Dancer ,........ .......Hyman Shainen ...........Lillian Siskind Sweetest Girl ......................... ............. E sther Lamb Most Obliging Boy... ...,........ Jack Ayerolf Most Obliging Girl .............. ..................... S arah Ruskin Best Dressed Boy ............... ............... H arold Brdreich Best Dressed Girl .............. ........... T helma Sackler Glass Artist ..................,..... ............... L arry Skora Glass Optimist ........... ............... S ol Blumstein Class Pessimist ............ ......................... 1 rving Velcoff Glass Grator ....................... ............ l .Norman Bisenstein Spanish Athlete .............. ................. J ack Fuchsman Glass Humorist .............. ........... A aron Weinstein Smiling Sam ................ .........r...... S am Nadich Smiling Sue ............. r.......... S arah Feinstein Long ............................ ...... ............. M u rray Sendach and ' Short ........................ ..................... J ack Cohen Class Athlete fBoyj ............ Harold Appel Class Athlete fGirlj ............ ............... F rances Shainen Glass Writer .....,..................... ............... M axwell Wolodin Lunch Room Luke ............ ........................ M oe Plotkin Glass Musician ................ ..................... I rving Merlin Poet Laureate ............. .................i........ E velyn Pober Nervy Ned .............. .............. N athanial Gordon Borrowing Bill ........... Ben lQllalliUQOQl Q PQ al 2 I ISI Q il QI QUQUQUQUQlliUQOQOQUal.:. R ,Page Twentyfonc M ,, , NYM, 1 w l MJ ll lllllllil -1 1 i i ll xi vi 1 ini: ioioim 3 1111111111 xi 103 mini: i 1 ni 1101524 Glnntrnatz Misery Loves Company ..................... .................................. . Fantasy ........................,............................. A Recipe ............. .................... Lights ..........................................,......................... To Evelyn ............................................................ What Literature Means To Me ............ ' .. La Pensee ..................................................... i ......... Doings in Peaceville .....,.............................. What Next-? ............................................................. To A Dancer With A Blue Scarf ....................... Diary of Bill, My Six Year Old Brother ............. To J- .................................................................................... Without a Name .......... Beauty .............................................. Utility of a Lamp Post .......... How Should I Know? .............................. Motoring on Foot ............................................... Three Hokku Cn a Joyful Theme ....,..... In My Living Room .....................,................... Sonnet to Anna .................. I To Marguerite .......................... A Modern Juggernaut .......... Where Is My Face? ..................... I Too Have Had Dreams .... Q ......... Fun Galore! ....................................l..... Between The Worlds ............. A Morris Questionnaire ............ Last Night-An Interlude ........... Enslaved ................................................ Vxfednesday at Nine ................ Thou Shalt Not Steal ....... Civilization .........i............ - .................. Answers to Fun Galore .....,... Sensation .......................................................... The,Roads Must Ever Meet .......... ............... ............... Don't Write-Telegraph .........................................................................,..... Last Will and Testament of Class of January 1931 .............. i 24 ! 27 I ! 28 ! I 28 S I 27 29 4 I 29 Q 34 S . ! 55 i 56 S 57 ' 38 i SS ' 39 i 39 40 i 46 I 47 Q 50 i 50 51 I 51 I 52 I ! 55 Q 54 C I 59 ' 5 8 I 61 ' 'V ! 6.1 ! 69 3 73 i ! 75 76 I so i 82 84 I ! I HlliU,llQ02lll0Q19:. Page Twentyftlwee 'CMISERY LOVES COMPANY AFFRCN colored summer was over and Hilda reflected that some of the goldeness of it was warm within her still, She carried this 'sheavy as honey happiness within 1 her for a long while, and a bit of the blush and a bit of the gold of the past summer seemed to stain everything she saw. ' ' Even going downtown, by way of a subway. express, in search of a job, she felt optimistic. She loved the world, and almost every' thing in it attracted her. However, she was at least clever enough to understand that this love was so excessive because of the newness of life to her. It might disappear at any moment. However, for the present, she was drunken with life. How could she help it, having a soul that took storybook happenings and characters and saw them all around her. She could see the interpretation of things, she could make swift analogies with things of fiction and of the ordinary life around her. Why, in the same stuffy express train with her she couldn't help being interested in that French couple over there. The woman was wearing a leather jacket and skirt, long, awkwardflooking shoes and a black dress hat. When she turned towards Hilda her face was noticeably attractive, in spite of, or because, it was boldly painted. The man was very nearsighted and rather older fthough not old enough to be her fatherj with stooped back, broad shoulders, and beautiful hands which brought the newspaper she had given him close up to his pityfully weak eyes. His shoes, too, were not of Amerif can make, some foreign product, assuredly. The overcoat he wore gave the impression of, rather than actually being, threadbare. When the train lurched, his large handsome hands hovered protectingly over the shoulders of the dark, arresting woman. She gave one the feeling that she was soiled tempt' ingly, with oh' so ,many myriad little wrongs. A little away from these two was a shining black negress with bright yellow teeth that reflected the great sun. On her grand black chest were large white pearls like marshmallows, and on her wrist half a dozen silver brace' lets clinked and whistled out a sort of silver light against the darkened skin. And not very much further away was a little girl with blond curls, that looked like the golden petals of some fragrant flower. The child was clothed in green as if to' complete the flower illusion and a bit of the sky dripped into her eyes-as an added blessing. Her powdered white shoes rubbed against the neat, black coat of a 'trim young flapper who made a grimaceqbrushed the coat, looked distastefully at the pretty child, then sat in a very stilted fashion drawing away as much as possible from the little mite, who was so repulsive just because she wore such spotless, whitened shoes. I Page Twentyffour Hilda watched the different people and thought how marvelous life was after all. But when things disillusioned her she would just as easily say to herself Well, such is life. The ride was going to be a long one and the idea of a Saturday night job was so stimulating, almost thrilling. She hoped that she would secure one in spite of the industrial depression at the present moment. Meanwhile she could think of many things. But one should know more of how Hilda looks, something more of her. She is of a rather big build with curly black hair, cut severely mannish, very lovely brown, sincere eyes, dark lashes and brows and orange freckles. Lately she is spreading thegirls say, and Helen, the adorably clever little minx suggested to Kate and Rosalind that they buy her one of those scientific girdles to wrap round her hips but of course they bought her some very dainty underthinginstead and Helenvrefrained from writing. on the birthday card, To Moses, from Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Instead of that the card read With love to Hilda, from Helen, Kate and Rosalind. One must understand the motive behind this very feminine gift. Hilda is a very mascu- line looking American but has, as would be the case, exceedingly feminine feelings. It is true she cannot help her looks and so wears masculine things to match, as it were. She wearsher brother's winter jacket, boy's shirts and ties, sport skirts, an ingratiating smile and an enthusiastic light in her eyes. She is very mannish, very sincere, sometimes so enthusiastic she becomes slightly gushy, and in the very depths of her is a deeply rooted vanity which she controls creditably. She is very obliging' and goodfnatured and accepts defeats with true sportsmanship and conquests with a rippling of excessive joy. To Kate, Rosalind, and Helen, who know her well, she is a girl growing into womanhoodg to others she is so mannish, a little more than one would care for, don't you think? So, instead of books and the leathery hard things she was fed up on, the girls gave Hilda something to feel more happily feminine in. She was overjoyed with it and swore that now she'd go to the glorious Prom at the Hotel Astor. As for Hilda at the present moment-when one is riding alone all the way downtown there is a whole trayful of things to think about. And Hilda thought-about the joys, about the sorrows, about the whole summer spent so much with Harry, about the greatest event of all-the night he took her to that dance. Throb! That was the beat of her heart as she visualized the scene. Silver lace, red satin, rhinestones, the white shirt front and her beam' ing healthy self, swarmed in intoxicating fashion before her eyes. That silver lace gown with the red satin slip--for whom would she wear it again? And the red satin slippers with silver lace and heels sparkling with rhinestones, even with her initials worked into them-with ,whom now would she dance so elaborately shod? That night! That night!1,'When he called for her she Page Twenty-five had opened the door aflutter with excitement-of course it couldn't be love, she insisted. You see, all his friends were away and all her friends so widely scattered in various summer resorts-what else could they have done but keep each other company? So you see---? A Nevertheless, all her rosy, vigorous loveliness was his as her hand touched his sleeve to lead the way into the room. They stood in the warmth of it and yet his heart was cold within him, thinking of the girl he loved-the young fool, to throw his devotion at one so indifferent! Hilda's love, for such it was, flying about, chanced to perch at last on his heart and -was stung by the icyness of it. But she was that courageous, she whispered to her love, all smilingly, to go away back into her heart to rest, and she laughed with her brave caressing voice, as she felt it creep into the depths of her. ' Life is so ordinary. Sameness is so strong everywhere in everything. Love is trite, and beauty too. But each new being is pliable and spreads into the mould of life. For all I know, there are more than a million Hildas, and more than a million mes writing about them. However, I, too will be fearless and undaunted and will finish this romance merely because I like the idea. ' Hilda's station was reached and like a molecule of the universe she went like all the rest-with the crowd. I'm sure you know the situation, it's been described so well before me. The Crowd! The streaming and bustling of humanity-Cf course you know! M But as Hilda moved in this swarm her feeble cries rose into the air above her like dragon flies buzzing and fighting. I had no one else I knew there, and his friends were all away-a case of Misery Loves Company. But the fact remained: what a lovely summer she had spent with newly acquired friends and Harry. Funny they should be stopping so near each other 'this past summer. ,But what had hurt her to the soul-Why hadn't he called her, why so completely ignore her, now his friends were all home? Those summer days when he hadpcalled her so often! A A Meanwhile she was being pushed and shoved along. This matter of always pushing and shovingfvulgar, vulgar. Perhaps you might care to know whether this was Hilda's first affair She would reply Heavens, no! True. Indeed Hilda! is quite a capable young girl, may I please to inform you. ' U Marguerite Helene Temple. Page Twenty-six FANTASY ll IIIll w'1l OCM! Boom! Boom! Fire- X Brilliant red N-w' Blood red n Scarlet red VAQ VX' l'-'kflr Hot red- Boom! Boom! Boom! Clothes- Booni! Boom! Boom! Tomahawks, like Sharpened big Stone teeth, Deerskin , Stolen from a Lonesome buck, Faces- Colored with the Garish paint of Ages past. Boom! Boom! Mocassiiis Emblazoned With the beads Boom! Boom! Boom! And drums- Tomftoms beating To the tune of Prancing feet. And the warfwhoops cry Wahooo! YVahooo! Boom! BOOM! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boo-. ' Anita R. Solomon. A RECIPE A MASS of human meat Stewed in filthy sweat, With newspapers for vegetables!! In a huge cauldron of darkness, And have the Devil's dinner for your own. - Anita R. Solomon. Page Twentyfsevcn M LIGHTS -.e ggsgrg V AVE you ever stood on a city bridge on a clear night 3: 'i'3t- . . ffg M31 and for otten all our surroundin s but the ewelled ,Q g Y S J lights all about you? Have you ever been blinded by their emerald, rub , and olden dazzle? 111.2 :rj Y g Far in the distance, bright as a genie's eye, a color' me-5: , . A ful advertisement greets you. Its light mocks you teas- , ingly as it blinks through the darkness. Then you see the .ight of a launch below shimmering in amber zigzag across the black water. To the south, a bright beacon glares at you. It sweeps in circles over heaven and earth, and as it passes it seems to look back at you over its shoulder, like an eighteenth century beauty at a ball. The lights of motor trucks pierce like tigers' eyes through the jacket of darkness which envelopes you. You draw back in fear at its glassy gleam, but it passes on staring at others as it glides along. A train passes beneath you. Amidst the smoke and soot surges forth another brilliant light, Yonder are the street lamps standing like iron soldiers with gleaming helmets, to guard the roads of the city. Lights all about you but above, the silver of the moon and stars seems dim but compared with your surroundings. You breathe deeply and won- der, Is the light of 'God dimmed too, by artificiality? A. R. S. TO EVELYN Life is such a wee, small thing of such intrinsic worth to us who are clay in mould. Life is full of pain-pain of living, dying, hoping, sorrowing, loving. And I have loved. And love is a tiny golden stiletto that fixes my earthen being into something nearer perfection. Marguerite. Page Twcntyfeight WHAT LITERATURE MEANS TO ME N, u ITERATURE means to me the key to realms of beauty, mia? 'dreams and phantasiesg to worlds of illusions and realties. - li V Often, after a day's monotonous humdrum work, I have rushed through the crowds of Broadway, mingf A ling with the multitudes in my desire to escape myself. ' ' Yet, among the thousands, Ihave felt alone, as alone as on a deserted island. I wanted something, What? I could not say. But, with my magic key of literature, I was able to enter into strange lands. Sometimes, in the land of Poetry, I would meet with glorious sunsets, exquisite flowers, singing birds, storms on sea and on land. I would hear the plaintive murmurings of the brooklets, and sink into insigniiicance before the grandeurs of agefold mountains. And all these would be accompanied by fascinating rhythms that stirred unknown depths within me. Sometimes, in the land of Novels, I would see strange peoples, witness struggles between heart and mind. There I would hear things which my heart had often felt, but could never have spoken. Always, after locking the door to these strange lands, I felt that something in me had been satished. My possessing this magic key somewhat made up for my dull world. ' A Jeanne Paul. LA PENSEE Heureuse, souriante et respirant la joie de vivre je m'en allai le long d'un etang champetre. Il y avait de sen-tiers tortueuz entre les grandes arbres aux rameaux ondulants. Il y avait de beaux arbres qui s'inclinaient devant la majeste des vents. D'autres se tenaient debout, majestueux, indomptables, et donnaient un air solennel au paysage. Toute la vie etait animee, fraiche et souriante. Tout etait empourpre par le soleil. Les sentiers fourmillaient de jeunes garcons et de jeunes filles charmavnts -tous amis de la nature et du naturel, d'hommes et de femmes, leurs pen' sees baignees par la lumiere du soleil. Heureuse, souriante, respirant la joie de vivre, je regardai ce flot sans fin d'humains marchants, se balancant, dansant le long des sentiers boises. Et je pensai avec plaisir et avec reconnaissance au temps ou La face humaine prit une beaute sublime et le sourire naquit sur les levres de la femme. 1 Marguerite Helene Temple. Page Twcntyminc DOINGS IN PEACEVILLE tg ' GSU ng C UNTC dy neighbors as dey do unto you, ha? 3 All right, my leds. Ve'll fight dem mit dere own vepens. To der defance. Vat do you say, sons from de house from Cohen? Aye, aye, Papa Cohen, refechoed the shout of four youthful voices, and four different faces shining with eagerness and enthusiasm glanced up to their sire, as he vociferously cried out his message, while gesturing emphatically with his hands, one of which clutched a letter tightly. Father Cohen leaned back after his motion for defense and his broad face beamed with delight and satisfaction as he regarded the earnest countenances about him. His hands stroked his long, gray beard and he nodded to himself proudly, Dey'll do. It was not in jest that he spoke thus. You may perhaps venture to guess that the letter was the cause of his upheaval, and your chance conclusion would undoubtedly be correct. Mr. Cohen had just received a communication from his lifeflong enemies-the Pamenellis, which I shall endeavor to state P2421 f as accurately as possible. It ran thus: My dear Mr. Cohen, We, the Pamenellis, have been chosen as a delegation of this town of Peaceville to apprise you of the following facts: because of numerous wrongs which you have committed, such as letting mice and cats loose in my garden, placing a scarecrow on top of my chimney and stuffing it so that the soot and smoke came down again and ruined our supper and our respiratory system so that we almost choked, and various other misdemeanors by which you have maintained yourselves as nuisances, I have, with the unanimous approval of this community, determined that this vicinity will do much better without the society of your family. Thanking you in advance, I remain, Yours, till tomorrow, Tony Pamenelli. S.O.S.-Kindly leave the chickenfcoop which was stolen from Mr. O'Brien, last year? C Ed. note: Cur author has committed a slight error here. It was an estabf lished fact that Mr. Pamenelli wrote as well as spoke with a pronounced Italian accentj Ve must take action agenst dis. Vy, de noive of dose Vops. He don't mantion de time dot his Johnnie unt Mickey caught mine Ikey behint de schoolhouse ent took avay his new pancilfbox vot I bought him lest Pessover, unt tore his coat unt gave him a bleck eye. Also, ven dey pented de picture from old fadder Moses on my fancef' Thus spoke the redoubtable Mr. Cohen. However, he did not perceive the other of the double purpose which his exit Page Thirty t would serve. Cn the morrow, the- town was to commemorate two events--the seventh consecutive anniversary of the existence of the town bank and the celebration of the wedding of the preacher's eldest son, Peter, to Miss Fanny Tompkins, the daughter of the village grocer. For this occasion, the town's fourfpiece band, consisting of a drummer, Hddler, a trumpet player and a bugler, had been commandeered, and there was to be a march through Main Street, which was the only street of any size that the community could boast of. And to crown the occasion, the blacksmith's son, Tom, who was the best climber in town, was to ascend to the top of the flagpole and to fasten the American flag there. The design was to have the Cohens out of the way, for their reputation for mischief was quite popular and the village did not wish to mar the occasion of the morrow by any mishap. But they reckoned without the Pamenellis, who sent Mickey, Johnnie and Frankie to-but we are getting ahead of our. story, and as Mr. Cohen often warned, You hev to say vun unt vun more before you say tree vich is before four. ' The Cohens gathered in secret conference with Papa Cohen acting as chairman. Like a group of conspirators, the five stalwart Cohens put their heads together and outlined a plan of battle. It was quite simple in texture, but in the execution of it, an unforseen obstacle arose. That night, Ikey, Mikey, Izzy and Jakey Cohen were outside the Pamenelli home at seven fortyfiive. At five minutes past eight the three un' suspecting victims, Johnnie, Frankie and Mickey Pamenelli soared forth on their nightly excursion of pranks and revelry. The first part of the program was working to perfection. In their hands, the three bore dark, heavy objects which were indiscernible because of the gloom and darkness. The four Nemeses followed for a short distance, and after a hasty confab, decided to bide their time and redeem the traditions of the Cohens of an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth and five pennies for a nickel a little later, as they were overcome by curiosity to ascertain the nature and purpose of the three' objects. A beating, they decided, can ,be administered at a later moment, for' they did not believe in the saying thatcuriosity once killed the cat. Their' inquisitiveness was still further increased as their prey led them to the village' center and halted at the foot of the flagpole. But their unsatiable desires were now soon satisned. Johnnie had climbed to the top, and starting there, was smearing the pole with some object which he had withdrawn from the larger one in his hand. The Cohens, inured warriors as they were, gasped at the daring of the plan. The Pamenellis were greasing the flagpole and this would frustrate tomorrow's designs. Johnnie was already visualizing the vain attempts of the blacksmith's son and chuckled to himself, You can't keep a good man down. Page Thi-rtyfone Jakey nodded solemnly to Izzy, How we have misjudged these Pamenf ellis! Word was passed among them and at a given signal they advanced toward the culprits. The Pamenelli trio were struck with amazement to behold the four forms approaching with right hands outstretched and left ones held over the hearts. We come as friends and not as enemies, floated four voices from the gloom and the next moment they had reached the flagpole. Both parties were wary at first, but their hostility was soon overcome. as boys' are wont to be, and they were soon fast brothersfinfcrime. With the aid of these new resources and help, and as they had more to take turns at climbing, the task was accomplished atuan hour close to midnight and they turned their steps homeward, with proverbial brotherly love in their hearts. On their way, another seed of devilry was planted to break forth on the morrow. At parting, Jakey turned once toward Frankie, and repeated, Tomorrow, then, don't forget, we'll-. Then came the dawn! There was early commotion in both homes. The youngsters had not slept a wink that night in anticipation of the morrow's events. Let us hurry over their breakfasts and toilets. There was a tearful scene of reconciliation when Mr. Cohen and Mr. Pamenelli met and cried their misjudgments of each other on one another's shoulder's, with their blue' blooded descendents scattered about them. Their animosity soon dissolved under the melting pressure of tears and sobs. Our scene has shifted to Main Street and the time is one o'clock. The townspeople could scarcely believe their eyes and senses when they beheld the Cohens and Parnenellis troop into town, each spruced in their Saturday and Sunday clothes. The parade began. All the people of Peaceville and of the surrounding vicinity were present. Above the din' and noise of the drummer rose the discordant cacophony of the trumpeteerg but nobody noticed or paid any heed to this, and everything ran smoothly until they arrived at the flagpole., The blacksmith's son appeared with the accompaniment of threats and nudges from his brawny father from behind. However, he soon overcame his diflidence and shyness in the thought of how he would boast of his new achievement the next day to his cronies. There were snickers and subdued laughter from the guilty ones who hovered in the van of the crowd in order not to miss any of the funi They were hushed up by their elders who softly admonished them with twinkles in their eyes. Tom, the blacksmith's son leaped for the pole, twisted his feet round it for a grip, and then-down went McGinty to the bottom of the pole. He arose crestfallen and bewildered, but wiping his hands deliberately on his pants, he resolutely sprang again, only to meet with the same fate. This time, his resentment knew no bounds and approaching the pole, he aimed a kick at it. His foot, however, meeting Page Thirty-two ' the slippery surface, slid along the edge for a moment, and then he landed quite hard on the tender portion of' his anatomy. The cause of his failure was soon discovered, too late for Tom, and a boy was dispatched to the hardware store. In a few moments, he returned with a bag of sawdust, which Tom took and slung over his shoulder. Into this he dipped his hands at every step, and by means of this, he soon overcame his difficulty and reached the top, to which he fastened the StarsfandfStripes. After he had descended, the band played the Star Spangled Banner and the march was resumed. Now, our heroes' mysterious plans of the night before soon came to the fore. It was the custom to break a bottle of water on the first step of the bank, as in a christening. The bugle blared, and at the bank, the parade halted. Majestically, the mayor stepped up to the front step and impressively lifted his hand to strike the .bottle on the step. Then, as in a nightmare he beheld the vision of a flaming streak of fire winging its way past that worthy gentle' man's nose. Startled, he uttered a shriek and dropped the bottle. Immediately, there arose a pungentiodor of gas, unmistaklingly ammonia. The crowd split up and drew away from the spot. Izzy drew another firefcracker from his pocket and threw it with all his might to reach the foremost group from his vantage place behind a group of garbage cans across the street. Luckily for him, his action went unperceived, and his missile landed with terrific noise, which seemed to the already bewildered crowd as if all bedlam had been turned loose. This was the straw which broke the crowd's courage. They instantly dispersed and in another minute, all that could be seen on the street was the sight of two tomcats sniffing at the yet smoking piece of artillery. That the day was a success was a verdict that each conspirator felt bound to decree, and there was no end of laughter and glee as the nine worthies wound their way home. ' There is one more incident worthy of note and then our story ends forever, save perhaps to be retold in the halls of Valhalla, where all good heroes go. The next day, Jakey, meeting Mickey at school, delivered to him a request or rather an invitation for his family's presence at supper that evening. The Pamenellis gladly accepted, and arrayed in their best iinery, presented themselves at the Cohen home that evening. The nature of the supper was one never to be forgotten. At first, ish was served. After this rarity had been devoured with gusto by the Pamenellis, macaroni and soup followed. This was the crowning point in their cup of friendship. And after the meal, they sat down and listened to the music of Mazeltoff 'and Where d'ye Woika, John squeaked out of their relic of a victrola. Sweet, indeed, are the uses of adversity, and, as Mr. Cohen declared, after his visitors had departed, A little argument now ent den in Pieceville aint so bed. Ent if I say so myself, dose -vops aint such bed goys, efter all. Jack Bernstien. Page Thirtyfthrce VM, W WHAT NEXT .- :P f , .gg HEREIN is unfolded a very, very serious crime commit' A '1 t ted by a widow-and-what a widow! li Phyllis, Mrs. Frances cook, as all good cooks do, .i 1 had just gotten herself a husband. What a woman! And ,i so Mrs. Frances soon afterwards phoned the bureau for another one of those strikingly amateurish cooks, who ' stay a day and get married the next. Well, as things do happen-unfortunately-Perdita Barnes, Phyllis' succesf sor, was already frying the ham dreamily in the evening. Perdita, a flippant and highly inane sort of person who resented the widow's dignity and unintentional taciturnity, was always eavesdropping and snooping around furtively. Anyhow, she was, it seems, insatiably curious. Perdita, one day, as she was hastening through the hall, heard resonant sounds flowing weirdly from her mistress' room. Greatly perplexed, Perdita stopped to listen, she stood outside the door, proceeded to find out whom Mrs. Frances was entertaining, and with fervid determination was about to knock when she was struck by the following words: We'll stop Mr. Wilton at eleven o'clock tofnight while he's crossing the bridge. We'll grab his car and you make sure to get his money, while I'll do 'the murdering. Maybe I'11 dump 'im in the water. Remember-be careful! Perdita remained thus no longer. Already she was hurrying to tell her friend what she had inadvertently overheard. Perdita was completely horri' fied, she could hardly believe her ears. Now she knew why her mistress was so secretive, evidently, Mrs. Frances was a specialized criminal, At any rate, Perdita had the facts, Mrs. Frances and her friends were unquestionably planning to murder Mr. Richard Wilton, the august millionaire. Perdita meditated awhile. Why should Mrs. Frances want money? She seemed to have a great deal of it herself. But perhaps this was the manner in which she had accumulated her wealth. Anyway Perdita had never liked Mrs. Frances very much. She got in touch with her friend Djuna Parker, a carnal individual, and in a short time, after cogitating somewhat, both were on their way to the police precinct where they explained their predicament in some confusion. The police of course, thanked them and said they would take care of the matter, whereupon Perdita returned to her mistress' home gloating triumf phantly. That same afternoon two uncouth looking men alighted from an alluring red roadster parked discriminately near Mrs. Frances' palatial home. When they had rung the bell, the two dogmatic detectives were nonchalantly shown Page 'Thirtyf our into the Frances home by Perdita who was exultant by now. They conf fronted Mrs. Frances with the evidence and ordered her to come to the city court to explain herself. Mrs. Frances, subtle as she was, fortunately began to laugh, regardless of the amazement of the detectives, to whom her laughter was inexplicable. Mrs. Frances laughted uproariouslyg in fact, she was so con- vulsed with laughter that she could not reply to them who were by this time becoming indignant at being so little respected. Nevertheless weak with laughter and in spite of the humiliation she caused these two gentlemen Mrs. Frances agreed to be taken to the city court. How ignominiouslu she thought when she remembered all of Perdita's objurgations during the interval which had just ended. When they had all arrived there Mrs. Frances' merriment and sardonic laughter had subsided enough for her to insist that someone go back to her home and bring whatever was on the pillow in her room. Finally, after much procrastination and much prognostication by those urearfend surf misers, the whatever was on her pillow Qwhich proved to be a modern novel, incidentallyj was given to the judge. Whereupon Mrs. Frances ruth' lessly demanded that the judge turn to page seventyfeight- and read the third paragraph aloud. As he did so everyone in the courtroom began to laugh. Do you blame Mrs. Frances? And as the judge released her with a merry L'Not guilty she turned to him and spoke half apologetically 'Tm sorry, your honor, but this comes of my bad habit of reading aloud. It's one of our family idiosyncrasiesf' she smiled joyfully. For you see the paragraph which the judge read was' as follows: ' We'll stop Mr. Wilton at eleven dclockitofnight while he's crossing the bridge. We'll grab his car and you make sure to get his money while I'll do the murdering. Maybe I'l1 dump 'im in the water. Remember--be careful! ' At eleven o'clock that evening a widow was resting and reading aloud as was her custom, while a cook of the kitchen moodily walked the streets, thinking baffledly, and with a sad, bitter irony- What next--? Maxwell Lewis Wolodin. TO A DANCER WITH A BLUE-flSCARF HITE as a chalky cloud fadfhl Playing flirting with the zaffer sky a ' ' ' ' . That curls and bends to the sculptorflike hands of the wind F Your body is like clay g F if To the music which moulds your supple figure to its will. Anita R. Solomon. Page Thirty-five DIARY GF BILL, MY SIX YEAR CLD BROTHER I QAS it would be written were he able to write., 1 A QNDAY: This was 1ny first day in school. I'm in you sit behind desks. School is not as great as my Pop E said it was going to be. I don't like my teacher. She has rl a funny nose and goggles on the tip of it. Her dress is ' - long and black . . . You ought to see the small kids in my class. Why I can lick them any day . . . I don't want ' ' to be in IA anyhow because I'm more educated. I can play baseball with a bat and I can win more marbles than any kid in that class. No one from my gang is in my class, they're all in 1B and that's where I belong. Well, I always hear Pop. say to Mom, A Not every man gets his just deserts. I guess that's what I'm not getting . . . I almost forgot my teacher's name. It's Miss I-Ialo. I Tuesday: I got a star tofday. Miss Halo gave it to me because I had a clean handkerchief and polished shoes. She calls for inspection every morn' ing. I gave my star to a boy in back of me whose shoes were dirty. What do I want stars for? I'm no sissy . . . I was talking to the boy in front of me today and Miss Halo told me to stand in the corner with my back to the class. You should have heard the oohs and oh's in that class. But I wasn 't scared. I just laughed and went there. And I had fun too for I made pictures of my teacher on the wall with my pencil. I had to stand until the bell rang . . . I don't think I'1l tell my Pop about this. I I li IA4. That's not kindergarten but its real school where 1 l 1. l ' 0 A k 1 2 6 mom Q wav AJ Page Tlzirtyfsix Wednesday: I got a reader tofday. There are nice pictures in it but I don't see the purpose in all that print. I would like more pictures and less print . . . I have to cover my book with white oilcloth, Miss Halo said. Not me, I told my Pop that she said black oilcloth. I'm no sissy . . . She's still wearing that old black dress. ' Thursday: Miss Halo arranged us in rows tofday. The smartest boys and girls are in the first two rows. The next to the smartest are in the third and fourth rows and-the last two rows are the stupid rows . . . I'm in the last row, but that doesn't mean anything. My Pop said that she put me there because there wasn't any room in the other rows for the smart ones. And that's right! What does she know anyway? Friday: Friday is the last day of school in the week! Miss Halo told us that we don't come to school Saturday and Sunday . . . I'm glad. I'm going to the movies tofmorrow and I'm going to see Buck jones in Trigger Tricks. Going to the movies is better than going to school. You don't have to say, Good morning, Miss Halo, at least when you go in. I don't say it in school either, I only move my lips . . . Well no school for two days. I musn't forget to bring my water pistol to school Monday . . . I don't like the boy in front of me. Toby Baiman. TO J ---- , F YOUR hair were e'en the darkest forest, ' And your eyes two pools of water lying there, And your dimpled cheeks were caves for me to hide ing If your lips were tinted by a ruddy sunset, And your teeth the pearly crescent of the moon, And your ears were echoes of the linnets' calling, If your back were a caleche for me to ride in, And your shoulders two strong mares to drive me on, I ' And your arms the seat for me to take delight ing Then would I, affected by my willful passion, Alone in your stately carriage ride away, To wander listless through your shiny hair, Bathe in your eyes, and linger on your mouth. Anita R. Solomon. Page Thirtyfscven WITHOUT A NAME O-SUN! So-you want meato play with you? But think, how can I, when you're burning my eyes with your color? Whence came M that hurting brilliance? Have you steeped yourself in sin, dipped into Hell and brazenly come forth again to' mock at helpless mankind showing you can light the world with iniquity? Ah- I envy you, you who can smile even now. Every pleas' ure may be yours, knowing you do not have to answer for a body, while mortal souls must live and toil, resist temptation, learn right from wrong-and what is right?-and what is wrong? Why should there be right? Why should there be wrong? Experience teaches and we must submit to the taut binding of codes of laws and be happy therein. Still, I don't know but what we've more courage than you. Go on, you shameless thing, hide behind that house, peer slyly through the trees, slip cleverly beneath the horizon. 'I 'ldOI11t want to play with you. ' 1 Marguerite Helene Temple. BEAUTY Down through the ages, beauty, and the appreciation of it, has been behind all man's spiritual progress. An intangible thing, unknown to the soulless, unimaginative beast, it lifts up its disciples to sheer, breathftaking heights of grandeur. Beauty, however, is purely subjective. What may seem beautiful to one, may seem drab and uninspiring to another. The early Greeks conceived a man, splendidly proportioned, lithe, and graceful, as a true example of manly beauty. What would they have thought of the African savage who considers him most beautiful who possesses the most outstanding deformity? Women, also, have their place as contrasting diiferent ideas of beauty. Venus de Milo was considered ideal by the early Italians. Today she is ref garded as much too obese. In sharp contrast, there is Diana, goddess of the chase, the slim, fleet, huntress. Despite these different opinions, there are certain objects of beauty which charm all. There is the panther, a graceful, sinewy killer. The deer has beauty in its startled flight, its effortless bounds. There is beauty, too, in the plodding inevitableness of the elephant, moving majestically through all obstacles. , , Q A returning traveler inds beauty in the familiar scenes of his home, a beggar perhaps finds beauty in a crust of bread. Beauty ephemereal, or beauty long lived. Beauty, ineorporeal, beauty concrete. Beauty, inspiraf tion to the poet, the painter, the sculptor. Beauty is uplifting mankind from drab existence to vision. I Ben Siegal. Page Thirryfeighr I THE UTILITY LOF A LAMP POST s HE COMMUNITY lamp post is a godsend to the world. g 7 l Many are its uses. When one has looked upon the wine Z when it is red, a lamp post is marvelous indeed as a sup' ' . port. It seems, also, to be the favorite meeting place of f a the youth of the community to discuss sports, girls, or whatever it is that boys talk about. Frequently, the stately tower is adorned with police telephones, flrefalarm boxes, traffic signals, election posters, and such. Once I found the score of the St. Louis Cardinals vs. the Philadelphia Athletics World Series Base' ball game play by play. As an excuse for black and bruised eyes it is unsurf passed. I You all know the familiar saying, I bumped into a lamp post.' Furthermore, as an object of art it is a noticeable addition to civic beauty. The stately Greek column rise on all sides exposing Mayor Sofandfso's mar' velous,work in showing the taxpayers how to spend their revenues. Also, just consider the help it gives to the starving steel magnates. How necesf sary is aylamp post to the good of the world and humanity in general! Are there any lamp posts in the African jungle? No! That's why the native. are savages. They don't realize the fine points of our great civiliza- ation. Ah! Truly it is a great invention. Oh! I almost forgot. But it doesn't make much difference anyhow. The lamp post is also used for illumf 5 ' i 1 inating purposes. ' e Ellis Wallach. I HOW SHOULD I KNOW? ' ND how should I know, 5 a L F ' i ly Whining wind, n l'l. P: That your cries mean p You are happy? And how should I know 7 A iliii A ' p The secrets you have to tell me ' I -:- - A Before I am told? . 1- ...fn-nf.,'. :.f..',:,':i-..,,......-,gt-V ' - . - , , , . s . . . . ' See that bird disappear in that cloud! Tell me, where does it go? ' 'Marguerite Helene Temple. Page Thirty-nine MCTORING ON FCCT ULY lst. Ten weeks of vacation ahead. , . Travel had always held a fascination for me that I could not fathom. It was a feeling that no amount of local wandering could quench. This travel bug had bitten me so badly that the only way to appease its appetite would be by taking a long trip. Therefore, when vacaf tion time came, I decided to do something about it. . Not caring to go as a gentleman, but rather as the real wanderer, I started looking about for some means of journeying without paying for its cost. I finally decided that the only way to do this, would be by working. Soon I was going about with the motley crowd that can only be found around shipping offices and docks. I brushed up against derelicts, some of whom reeked with the stench of the docks, others with the unmistakable air of the sea. I mingled with that mass of humanity, which at all times of the day besieges the Seamen's Institute. I swore, smoked, and read the same dirty newspapers that were scattered about the benches in the basement, as they did. I did everything I could to get aboard a ship, but it was of no avail. I, with my city pallor was a poor match for these bronzed and tough brutes, wise in the way of the sea. Every day, after leaving the Institute, I would take the ferry over to the Hamilton Street slip, in Brooklyn. Then, over to the docks on Staten Island and at Hoboken. Every ship that I saw in the harbor or at the wharves, whether it was the proud, gaily decked ocean liner, or the small seafgoing tramp steamer, seemed to be the boat for me. It made no difference to me whether her sides were painted, or whether splotches of rust adorned her lines. All of them, were the answer to my fondest dream-Freedom. No amount of talking could persuade shipping agents to sign me aboard. Conditions, my lack of 'dischargesf and the time of the year, prevented me from getting placed. Days were passing swiftly. Nothing materially had happened. I was in a dilemma, July 12th, still nothing. I was in a quandary. That evening, I remember, it was on a Friday, while talking with my folks, someone mentioned Chicago. With the hotfheadedness of youth, coupled with my.feeling to get away from this city, if only to go another, I said that I'd give anything to see Chicago. If you get to Chicago anytime this summer you can have a five dollar bill from me, said my brother. . . . and if you get there by the twentyffifth of this month, you can have another five, this from my father . . . And such was the beginning of my hitchfhike trip. ' I left New York on the 15th, at 1:30 in the afternoon. I had 34.80 with me, all I had been able to gather together, yet a fortune of confidence Page Forty I - and hope in my ability to get to Chicago by the 25th. What I would do when I got there didn't concern me in the least. It was only the getting therei. ' I hailed my first hitch about a block from the entrance to the Holland Tunnel. To say that I attracted attention would be putting it mildly. Imagine, seeing a seemingly intelligent looking person on a hot July afternoon dressed for anything but summer weather. Picture this person wearing high hiking boots, heavy riding breeches, a khaki shirt and lumberfjacket. On his back, was a knapsack which appeared to be quite heavy. A blanket rolled and tied was thrown over his left shoulder. His right was weighed down with a can' teen . , . and there you have a picture of myself as I stood near the Tunnel hailing cars. Luck seemed to be with me, for, after a few minutes, I was fortunate enough to get a hitch through the tunnel to Hackensack. From there I was driven into Newark. Knowing that city policemen were hostile to hitch' hikers, I began to tramp through the city. While I was walking along, a Chrysler sport roadster carrying four girls pulled up along side of me. One of the girls asked me whether I wanted a 'lift' For an answer I jumped on the running board of the car. Soon we had left Newark behind and were travelling along one of the bumpiest roads that I ever had the pleasure of being bumped along. And I trying to stand on the running board! I told the girls that I was trying to get to -Philadelphia. They were going as far as Elizabeth and would take me as far as the road leading to the Quaker City. This, however, wasn't necessary. While we were riding along, a Ford car, with an Illinois license plate passed us. The girl who was driving looked up and said, Well, boy, here's your hitch into Philly-, and she was soon abreast of the Ford. - Have you any room for a hiker in the car, shouted the girl. i The driver looked around, puzzled at first, then smiled and replied, Sure thing-wait'll I stop the car. - I thanked the girls and then walked over to my newest hitch. Three hours later I was in Philadelphia. I had purposely intended getting there since I was certain that I would be able to induce a friend of mine to go along with me. I had been dropped off at the .City Hall and so it wasn't hard for me fs find my way to Billls home. ' yi. l I remained in Philadelphia for two days and succeeded in inducing Bill's folks to allow him to-go along with me. We left the city on Thursday morning, having in mind Baltimore as our destination. We were picked up at the outskirts of Philadelphia in a short time and soon were heading south. Page Fovtyfone Before we reached Baltimore, however, we decided to see the Army proving grounds at Aberdeen. We left our hitch in Aberdeen and after eating our lunch managed to get a hitch out to the proving grounds. We spent the afternoon there and by the time we reached Baltimore, it was seven o'clock. We' had a meal of Beans and Coffee-15c, and Bill suggested we go over to the Italian gardens we had seen as we entered the city. We walked out to the gardens and spent the evening there. Alt ten o'clock we started back for the city. On our way we met two other boys who were hitchfhiking to Virginia. They had decided to spend the night as the guests of the city of Baltimore, since, as one of the fellows put it, it's the cheapest way to spend the night. He also suggested that we spend the night in Jail. Bill and I looked at each other. I Well, at least it's cheap, said Bill. And so the four of us marched to Police Headquarters to spend the night as guests of the city of Baltimore. We all walked back into town and the two Virginia boys led the way to Police Headquarters. Arriving here we were told to register in Room No. 9. After registering, which consisted of giving our name, address, and age, we were assigned quarters, or cells, for the night. The two boys got cells 5 and 6 respectively. Bill received No. 7 and I, No. 8. The cells were all located in Section E, and as the guard remarked, they were for 'ikers and other sich stuff. Before we had been allowed to go to our cells, we had left our knapf sacks and canteens with the ofhcer in charge of registering. We had been allowed to keep our blankets. The guard locked us in, told us that we would be called early, and shuffled on down the dimly lit corridor. I turned and surveyed the cell. It was about eight feet long and four wide On, the left was a board, some six feet long-my bed for the night. Light, of course, was admitted through bars. At the far end of the corridor, a bulb burned feebly and as it threw it's weak beams through the bars, made grotesf que shadows upon the walls. The air was murky and reeked with the smell of dirty feet and unclean bodies,- guests of the city of Baltimore. I spread my poncho onthe board, took off my boots, and lay down for a night of rest! At 6:20 the next morning, we were awakened by a new guard who woke everyone with the same, Come on, duke, it's time for you to get some air. I drew on my boots, packed the blanket, and fell in line behind a sleepyfeyed Bill, for the checkfout. The checkfout consisted of giving our name, address, age, section and cell number. After that we received our knapsacks and canteens. We said goodfbye to the two Virginia boys and started on our way. Page Forty-two My diary reads: July 18th-Fair- Slept UQ in Baltimore police house. Washed up in a gasoline service station and secured road maps of Maryland, Penn. and Ohio.-Caught hitch with a South Carolina salesman, who drove us into Hagerstown. Hope to make Johnstown, Pa. by tonight. We're trying to bear to the west. One week to make it in. Will we do it?-Stranded on Indian Mountain, near Clear' spring, until we caught hitch back into Hagerstown. Got a lift going directly north to Chambersburg. Worries are over since Chambersburg is on the Lincoln Highway. Pitched tent on outskirts of town. Q S July 19th-'7 A.M.- Broke camp, ate breakfast and were on the road by 8:15. Talked ourselves into a hitch to Bedford. From here we were driven into Pittsburgh. Decided to try and make Cleveland. Sent a letter from New Castle, Pa. requesting bet money 'to be waiting for me in Chicago. At rate we are now going, it will be quite easy to get there in time. Slept in New Castle airport. Heard the music of the Lucky Strike Dance orchestra as it came from the studios in New York. Got homesick for a while. Fell asleep to the strains of Rofrofrollin' along. ' July 20th-Sunday- A Thanked the mechanics for allowing us to sleep under the wings of The Robin. Woman picked us up and drove us into Struthers. From here we took the trolley through Youngstown, Ohio. A professor picked us up and drove us into Warren. Bill has a blister on heel. Carried his knapsack until we managed to get a hitch into Chapman. In Chapman were picked up by two sports writers of the Youngstown Vindicator. They suggested that we see the YankeefCleveland game with them as they were on their way to 'cover it.' Accepted with thanks and I dug into the knapsack for -my auto' graph book. Arrived in Cleveland and called up Sam R-- and told him that I was in town. Told me to come up to the house after the game. Accepted. Saw a thrilling game from press box. Yankees lost in the 9th inning on a homefrun with two out, -9fS. Secured the signatures of Bennie Bengough and Lou McEvoy, of the Yanks. ' - - Up to Sam's house after promising to keep in touch with the news' paper men. Tended Bill's heel. ' july 21st-Fair- V Four more days. Left Cleveland. g'Sam insisted that Bill and I have lunch with-him at the May Co. Laid in supply of five and ten articles. Arrived in town of Elyria as it began to rain. Changed into our slickers. Rain continued for rest of day. Stranded in town of Oberlin for an hour. Ideal college town. Hitch from Oberlin to Kipton. Rain coming down heavier. Saw a magnificent play of lightning. . Page Forty-three i s Passed a burning house, which had been hit by lightning. Put up for the night ,in Bellevue, Ohio for SOC, at the Y.M.C.A. July 22nd-Rain- T ,Q .E . P Travelled from Bellevue to Detroit. July 23rd and 24th- Two days in which to travel the 277 miles to Chicago. Left Detroit at 2:30 P. M. and arrived in Bronson, Mich. for dinner. Bill and I were talking about where to put up for the night, when a large' truck' rolled into sight. ' ' . I Must be going thru to Chicago, at least, Syd. Let's hop on, said Bill. The truck slowed down for a cross road, and Bill and I' jumped aboard the back of it. A . What a surprisefwe got when we discovered that we had almost jumped on two' other .fellows crowded on the back already. The boys helped us on and we were soon installed on the rear of the truck, in space about 4' by 6'. Cne of the fellows, Isaac Carl, was a member of thecrew of the truck. The other, Joe, had gotten on the truck in .Detroit with his travelling mate, who was riding up front with the driver, George. Bill had guessed right. The truck was going to Guthrie, Iowa, by way of Chicago. It was loaded with egg crates which were covered over with a tarpaulin. We rode through a perfect night. The air was clear and brisk, but beneath a heavy lumberfjacket, I didn't feel it. After a while I climbed on top of the truck,' covered myself with the tarpaulin and gazed up at the stars. The sky seemed to be a jeweler s display cloth with the stars sparkling and blinking like diamonds. The Milky Way was a mighty circle of stars stretching across a huge background of dark blue. A beautiful picture, a mighty panorama. Nature's finale before the dawn. And so we rushed through the night. I finally fell asleep to the tune of the wind in my ears. The next morning I woke just as we pulled into Michigan City for breakfast. Leaving Michigan City, we approached a railroad crossing at the edge of the town. I was standing up in the back of the truck and saw that we had a red light against us, and a short distance up the track, a Milwaukee Special was roaring down upon us. Didn't the driver see the light? Didn't he hear the train coming? I tried to cry out, but no sounds seemed to be able to come. I clutched the sides of the truck and stared Hxedly at the onrushing train. Would we make it? We were now on the track itself. And thetrain showed no signs of slowing up. In that split second, -all my years passed in review. Every milestone that I had ever passed marched before me. Things that I had long since thought I'd forgotten, suddenly popped into my head. Bits of talks, sounds, sights, all flashed through my mind. It was a complete kaleidoscope of thoughts. Page Forty-four -But we beat the train and as we rolled down the embankment, it went roaring by. This was, without doubt, the biggest scare I had on the entire trip. In fact, the biggest that I can remember ever occurring to me. -And so I came into Chicago on top of an egg truck, one day ahead of time! . We bade George and Isaac Carl goodfbye and were directed over to the North Western Railroad station. Washed and checked our sacks. We hurried down to the Post Office to find letters awaiting us. Mine contained a ten dollar bill, while Bill's contained an urgent request for him to comehome immediately-his mother was ill. Got our things from the station, rode downtown and checked in at the Wabash Ave. Y.M.C.A., just outside the Loop. Bill had. decided that he would leave the next day, Friday, for Philadelphia, hitchfhiking back, of course. That, afternoon we rode the buses and trolleys and took in the sights of Chicago. , Called on one of my brother's acquaintances in evening, while Bill ref mained at the hotel resting, in preparation for his return. He would not listen to my suggestion that I go back with him and had sent a wire home saying that he would be leaving on the morrow. , Next morning Bill left at 11. I was very much disappointed. Missed his companionship. H That afternoon, I moved my things from the Y to the home of my brother's friend. There I spent one of the most enjoyable weekfends that I can remember. V I left the 'windy city' on Monday morning, heading back east to Detroit. Spent a day and a half there, then crossed over into Windsor, Canada. Travelled from Windsor, Ontario up to Toronto. From Toronto down to Hamilton, then over into the states again by way of the Falls View Bridge at Niagara Falls. From here I travelled east to Syracuse, where I spent a week at a friend's home. August 8th. Leaving Syracuse, I travelled north to Thousand Islands, I landed in the Islands broke -and no place to sleep. That night, however, I sneaked aboard an excursion motor boat, Uncle Sam, and had shelter for the night. Next day I was fortunate enough to get a job in one of the leading hotels of Alexandria Bay. 31.00 a day with room and board. . At the hotel for two weeks in the capacity of 'housemanf Altogether I carried over two tons of washing to and from the steam laundry-and I was getting a dollar a day. Left the Bay on the 25th of August and crossed- over into Canada again. Travelled on up to Ottowa, without doubt the nicestcity on entire trip, then Montreal and finally Quebec and Ste,,,Anne de Beaupre and then turned South. again. ,Came into New York by way of Vermont, Mass. and Conn. Page' Fortyfjiuiz Arrived in the city on Tuesday, September 2nd, after being gone for seven weeks. In all, I had travelled 2,500 miles, had been in ten states and Canada and had received 109 hitches, with an initial investment of 54.80. September Znd. School one week away. . Sydney L. Burstein. THREE HOKKU ON A JOYFUL THEME Page F ortv-six 1. My heart is a vase, . . . m brimming with sweet elody, I am drenched with sound. 2. Let me sing a song beneath a tree, in whos the tune is caught fast. 3. My song is held there, and the wind also sing fnot so well as I., e leaves s it, Evelyn Pober IN R MY I LIVING RCOM F COURSE it is your privilege to think me conceited, but nevertheless, I will maintain that we have a charm' ing living room in my home. Something ought to be done about such charm, I felt, and although they say Virtue, so-und piece of furniture in the place. You are not well enough acquainted with my living room to entirely ap' preciate the significance of each chosen title. However, such famous people are met in this room as Cleopatra, the radio, Mark Antony, the book' case, Lord Nelson, Lady Hamilton, and Snookums, the family of lamps, of whom only Snookurns may require some formal introduction because of the liberty I have taken in recruiting his 'name from among nonfhistorical personages. Puck and Ariel, who are the magazine racks, and Faithful John, the indispensible radiator are also prominent personages of this color' ful tableau. But most favored in this small historical world are the once resplendent and almighty Queen Elizabeth, the red, needlepointfworked, throneflike chair, and that excellent male Alphonzo,.the great bronze elef iN . , A is its own reward I set about doing it by naming every? phant. s ' f Cne evening, being in a strange frame of min'd, I sat down almost heedlessly, and without compunction in her majesty's lap. If she was shocked she kept a stiff upper lip. I took Alphonzo in my arms and began to stroke the cold bronze of him slowly, easily, endlessly, until I brushed my own senses into timelessness ..... I began to awaken in Queen Elizabeth's very arms! She, I soon discovered was humming soft tunes in my ear. Can you imagine the mag' nificent and complete wonder of being so close to the popular virgin? I smiled. She smiled. Alphonzo smiled. . ' Lord Nelson had just returned from a sea voyage, having calmly annif hilated a few tasty fleets before dinner. A great dirty puddle was growing wider where he stood. Sir Walter immediately arose and punched this new anachronism in the eye., Then he flung his scarlet robe over the wet floor. Alphonzo, the miniature mastadon, walked right over it while Raleigh kneeled. His low bent posture mademe think of something familiar. Off Lizzie's lap I slid, and leapffrogged over Walter's back. General applause was instantaneous. Lady Hamilton gave me the unparalleled privilege of holding a cupful of boric acid which she was using to bathe the mal' treated organ. Cleopatra seemed bored. Suddenly, however, she got to her feet and danced to the Moonlight Sonata. Marcus was thrilled beyond vocal expresf sion and kissed her slender toes. A Page Forty-seven The general then did a handstand, after which he began an engrossing discussion with Liz on art. He'd never met her before and she fascinated him, Seeing this, the jealous Cleo vamped the Earl of Essex until that worthy gentleman began to see green elephants. As for my impersonal self-I began to tire of the honor of holding the boric acid. It is true, in the meantime I could delight in Lady Hamilton's beauty but if I looked too long there was a chance of going beyond the skin deep doctrine-and who wanted to know the truth of her tonight? Placing the glass to one side I started an endurance run around the living room with Alphonzo. But even thisifrolicsome contest could not dispel the prevalent air of boredom. A Unable to bear this inertia, I suggested Bridge. Which one? I was asked. I produced a pack of cards mostly used for solitaire and explained the modern rage to my exalted forbears. They thought me a fool and the game a stupid and unexciting one. The Queen intervened in my behalf and we finally were ready to play. , jCleo and Marcus were partners as were the Lord and Lady at one table. At the other were Raleigh, Liz, Essex and Myself. ' Everything seemed fine and dandy with Alphonzo playfully poking his tusks into everyone's business. Very soon I heard Cleo's distinctly melodif ous voice: , Tony, dear, if I put out an ace, for Tut's sake, please remember not to trump it. He had a weakness for trumping but this warning shamed him and he was resentful. The worst of it was that Emily trumped Cleo's ace. In order to keep the trick Tony had to trump higher. He hesitated and then deliberately threw out a card of another color. The trick was lost. Mark, with saccharine in his voice, asked: Are you satisfied? Cleo went into a royal Pharoahan rage. Brute, to think it would ever come to this, insulting me in company. I will not bear the shame. Then in two rings of a bell appeared the fatal viper which she applied to her wellfoiled and perfumed flesh, crying, Caesar, you were a man. You came, you saw, you conquered. I loved you. Lady Hamilton buried herself in her husband's arms. Alphonzo sugf gested miniature golf. Elizabeth wanted to call up Philo Vance but had left her' address book home. I tried to be nonchalant but the Murad was lacking. She certainly had a fine sense of the dramatic, voiced Elizabeth, An exquisite person even to the death. Then, as if to show she too knew some' thing of dramatics, she turned to Essex, saying in a sovereign's voiceless, Page Fortyfeight I regal way, I say, Essy, for my sake, you must be sacrificed to a life of imprisonment. The man made no protest, much to my astonishment, inf stead accepting the verdict with exceptional nobility. Elizabeth turned to Sir Wvalter, inquiring, Your cloak, sir? which he immediately threw over the expired Egyptian without any ceremony. In deep regret for having suggested the brutal pastime I asked myself why I had not thought of something less perilous. Lizzie whispered to Walter, commanding him to tell Tony it would be proper, effective, and befitting for him to die now. On hearing this I cried, Marcus Antonius, if you kill yourself you'll make me wretched. It will mean a diet of lambfchops and grapefruit for the rest of my life. Fated be the hour I suggested bridge to you romantic people. Elizabeth comforted me, taking me into her lap. Essex most graciously handed little Alphonzo over to my caresses. I closed my eyes, heard Mark Antony begin a speech and was vaguely conscious of a queer noise that might have been a concussion of the brain. But I was tired of it all. I said to, Liz, Dear Queen, your collar is so stiff. It hurts me. Then in fearful terror I screamed, Alphonzo, Alphonzo, you're falling! I awoke in time to catch the heavy bronze elephant and shivered. Thank the law of--4 time which required the fantastic tableau to go back into its natural state. And as I looked around me I reflected on the wisdom of furniture remaining merely furniture, sirens remaining dead sirens, dead queens remaining dead queens, and cast bronze elephants remaining simply cast bronze elephants, on furnishings remaining furnishings, neither baptized or named. I I ' But one is not always in a wisdomatic mood. - Marguerite Helene Temple. Page Tortylnine l s ff?-4 nity SONNET TO ANNA - 'X HE twined the evening's shadows in her hair, N And hid from all behind a curtained pane. MQ Her ribbons she had folded with sweet care, K ggi' And lace, she vowed, she'd never wear again. But shadows could not fold her from my sight. I entered with a mighty blast of words That blew the scented darkness to the night. Her fears flew up, a flock of frightened birds, That swooped and beat their wings into my eyes- Reproaches, soft, darkffeathered ones, that found Me unawares. fTheir rustlings were faint sighs Whose echoes slowly fluttered to the groundj She saw my daze, and calling back each fear, Bound fast her silence with a jeweled tear. I Evelyn Pober. TO MARGUERITE OfDAY I was a little boy, And set my ships afloat i Upon the waterj Then the wind Blew gently on each boat. T The river smiled a swift, green smile. The sky winked up above. They laughed to see the cheeky sails , if E f So billowy with love. Evelyn Pober. Page Fifty A MODERN JUGGERNAUT Kerchug! Glaring through its glassy eyes the motor truck moves through the city streets. Its nose sniffles 'through a thousand nostrils. Its mouth gurgles and gutters crying for food through its steel teeth. Kerchug! A woman passes leading a child by the hand. The .child whimpers and whines. The motor truck growls and grinds. Kerchug! With gnashing 'teeth the truck seizes the baby. The mother shudders and shrieks. The truck gobbles and squeaks. Kerchug! an The rain trickles over the curb into the gutter. The truck slips on its chin and rolls. into a store. The glass breaks and crashes. The truck cries over its gashes. Kerchug! Through a window it hears a woman singing. It stops to listen. Kerchug! She walks to the window-then draws the sash and disappears. Noisy truck. That's what it hears. Kerchug! ' Glaring through its glassy eyes the motor truck moves through the city streets. Kerchug! Kerchug! Kerchug! . WHERE IS MY FACE? 1 LEAN over the side of the boat And look into the lake. I see my image graven there. My face is in the lake Cut into the waves. Cool, serene skyfonfearth , How many faces sink beneath your surface? Where are they plunged And ,what becomes of them? The silent water laughs- You know the way. I But the answer is lost like a last precious breath So I sit back in the boat And wonder. Marguerite Helene Temple. Page Fifty-one I TOO HAVE HAD DREAMS RE you still going to school, Ben? asked the manager of X the Western Mfg. Co. as he walked by the little coop' like enclosure. Yes, Mr. Harris, was the answer, which came wa.. from the little booth, dimly lighted by an old carbon nr bulb. Over the table which was covered with count iff. 'ik books, tally papers and shipping tags, one could see the face of the speaker, an almost ascetic, dreamlike visage, with brown eyes which seemed to see behind the sordid pages of the shipping book, and the drab, dismal surroundings of the shop room. Mr. Harris felt like hearing some more of his clerk's words, Ben spoke differently from the other employees, not only in substance, but in the very sound. It was apparent that this sofcalled delicate boy Q-as his associates so disparagingly referred tohimj did not want to reveal the sensitive vastness of his nature, but out of modesty and tact, tried to appear regular that is, like any other shipping clerk of theL'Western Mfg. Cofl Mr. Harris stepped into the enclosure and looked, leaning over Ben's shoulder, at the shipping book. A Neat work there, Ben, he said, soon be through? Just the shipment to 'S. H. Ellis E3 Cof said Ben not raising his head. You can enter that later. Tell me something about your school. This was a request, not a command., Ben raised his head and smiled. You seem to think that there's a great deal to say about school, he said, but there isn't much to it. One simply goes to school, listens to lectures, studies a little, and passes or Hunks. That is not the way you study, Ben, said Mr. Harris, you go about it differently. To you there seems to bein all this school business a sort of higher purpose, I'd call it. I can see see that clearly. Don't think I have no eyes for those things because I am your boss, a petty manager in a small business. I, too, have had dreams, and still have them, although life has taught me to be hard. I sometimes envy you, Ben, he concluded, with a sound of regret which reflected momentarily on his selffsatisfied face. Between the burly manager of the manufacturing firm and the delicately visaged boy existed a peculiarly onefsided intimacy. It was obvious that Ben desired to be on an equal footing with the other employees, but that Mr. Harris himself tried to establish a different relationship. To Ben he came to discuss any problem of roughfshod philosophy, to make little confessions of secret aspirations, more fancied than existing, in a word, to show himself a sensitive, liberalfminded 'aan1d1'progressive man, not a Babbit, but a lover of Page. Fiftyftwo the beautiful and the true, words which bear more crosses than all the martyrs of the ages. ' ' Gradually Ben began to look at his superior as at a kindred soul. Inf wardly he rejoiced at what he believed to be a transformation of an aggres-V sive and domineering petty tyrant into a sensitive human being. ' :K :xc :xc The week before Christmas had always been particularly busy with the firm Western Mfg. Co. The machines in the manufacturing plant were running full speed. The shipping department looked like a huge, confused depot, with boxes, bales and crates lying in large, unwieldly heaps, with trucks and hand cars rushing back and forth, all of which resulted in a veritable chaos of mass, sound, and motion. Suddenly there came a hum, which spread itself over the entire conf fusion, and grew into a short tense report. Shipment gone wrong l ' These words unleashed a cataclysm of sounds and distant dronings, which presaged a catastrophe of a major sort. . Whose department? asked a few agitated voices. Don't know, were the replies at first, and then someone said Ben's- someone who knew. Poor delicate boy, said red headed Harry. He'll get it in his delicate neck all right. a Catchum good 'n hard, said his neighbor, chewing a huge bar of chocolate molasses. There were a few minutes preceding the storm. Then Mr. Harris was seen rushing across the shop yard, into the shipping room and going towards Ben's -booth. His face was a red grimace of fury. There was no doubt, Ben had made a wrong shipment. He was sitting, as usual, on his stool, his eyes lost in the vastness behind the walls of his coop. The dreamflike immobility of the youth broke the last vestige of reserve and selffcontrol in Mr. Harris.. Say there, you, he shouted, what's the ,idea sitting there eyeing the moon. Don't you know you have bawled up an entire shipment of goods and sent it to goodness knows where? What good are you anyway? Who do you think you are anyway? Just because I talked to you several times, you think you can do as you please. A full shipment gone wrong! There followed an almost endless tirade of words, wherein Mr. Harris took delight in expressing his executive directness and energy. Ben had not said -a word, but his face grew pale, and his mouth remained open. His eyes gradually acquired a distant look, there was in them an isolation, a painful solitude, as of a man who is precipitated among the cold and distant stars, where a harsh and husky voice tore and grated upon his consciousness. Page Fiftyftlircc Ben tried-to find a job over the Christmas week but failed. Dutifully, he returned to his desk, after all, Mr. Harris had not fired him. Words are merely words, motions of air, mere chance wavesg their meaning is fictional, their impact is temporary, transitory. Ben bent over his hook of figures. Excuse me, Ben, he heard a hollow voice. I haven't meant to be rude. Honest I haven't. You mustn't forget it was Christmas week. Every' thing topsyfturvy. Kinda got on my nerves, you know. Didn't mean to hurt you. Ben bit his lips. The figure before him became more concise and clear. The voice, more hollow and chill, continued: Now don't be angry, Ben, and let's talk a bit, like before. You know, business is business, but I too, have had dreams . . . The voice droned on and on, meaningless, mechanical and flat. Excuse me, Mr. Harris, I have just corrected an error in your state' ment. These thousand bales go to Philadelphia tofmorrow at eleven, not to Chicago. ' ' Yetta Katz. FUN GALORE I Can you name these wellfknown personalities? 1-Tom's head is on i 2-Hear William speaks 3-Madame I cure 4+Really a chess king 5-Will men bury all?-I can't 6-I whiten lye 7-An old rider wins 8-Lo! A pale garden 9-William has done well 10-Grant rich ware 11-Barren feed 12-Thom say 'hard 13-Worthy John lags? 14-Oh! Over her Bert! 15-For dry hen 16-Lid can give cool i 17-Well sir-can is I Maxwell Lewis Wolodiii, '31. fSee Answers on Page 75, Page Fiftyfour BETWEEN THE WORLDS WAS slowly being dragged down to the place where g I -all bad people must inevitably go. The Devil himself was I -H leading me down there- to be initiated into the secrets , 4-Q f and horrors of that dreadful place called Hell. As I T s approached nearer andrnearer I heard the loud shouts r. I of people-not shouts 'of pleasure but of terror and 5 la ys ' 'Z hopelessness. Nearer and nearer I came and louder and louder became the noisome bedlam. As I heard these soulftearing cries, I too became terror striken but could not help noticing that I kept going down. It was hotter and hotter-so hot that it was unbearable and I thought I would be smothered. Finally, we came to a gate which opened at the Devil's command. The opening of the gate was the opening of the mysteries of Hell to me. Waves of heat seemed to rush forth and engulf both me and my red escort. Never shall I forget the sights I Hrst saw. It was devilish-the huge fires roaring and the flames leaping until the roof of Hell was white hot. It was a huge bonfiire but extended as far as the eye could reach. Over the gigantic fires were human beings-being roasted, toasted, or tortured alive. Drawn faces-faces full of terror-faces that seemed to appeal to me to take them away from this infernal place. Some were screaming-clutching- clutching the iiery flames-trying to get away only to fall unconscious. Their darting cries had gone shrieking up to the very roof of Hell and came down to die in their throats like the cry of a new born child. I Q A The Devil's grasp tightened and he said to me: Do you know why these people are being tortured? No, I lied. For lying, was the reply. Shortly they will take her away, he said, pointing to a young woman round whom the flames were leaping higher. There will be nothing left of her in a short time and then it will be your turn to roast for the evil that you have done on earth. My God, I trembled, I nearly fainted but fear kept me from doing that. It was impossible for me to get away.Why had I been taken down here? I hadn't doneso many bad things on earth. Many of the evils I had committed came back into my mind. Why had I signed my report card? Why did I go home because I was late? Why did I cut my music and P.T. periods? God, give me a qhance and I would never again do evil-I would never tell lies-why had I done all these things? Now I was to be punished. Chills chased up and down my spine at the thought of having flames lick at me. I didn't really deserve this. What if I had done evil? Didn't I do good? Hadn't I stayed in late to help in school? Didn't I go to detention for cutting? Didn't Page Fiftyffivc I w 1 I always help Mrs. Feinstein and Mrs. Goldberg with their packages? Hadn't I stopped telling about my big brother's' girl friends at the dinner .table when he wasltrying to look impressive? Then why are they punishing me? The good I had done was far more than the evil. Perhaps something would save me. My thoughts were interrupted by the Devil. They had taken the woman away. 'I was led to a staircase and pulled up. As I came upon the platform I seemed to hear a golden voice. I looked up 'and saw the sweet face ,of a beautiful angel hovering above the Devil. She was looking at -me consolingly and seemed to be weaving a trance about the Devil with her voice. Yes, her words became distinct and I could hear her extolling my virtues. He was good. He didn't realize what he was doing when he did evil - if he knew, he wouldn't have done it-and anyway, he was a minor and not responsible for what he did. Hope+until now dead-sprang up within me and I hoped -fervently hoped that the angel would take me away-away -to a place up in the heavens where people were not tortured but lived in, peace for the rest of their supernatural lives. And as I was hoping-I seemed to float up and up and soon I found myself again on this common ordinary world. But what did I care-there was the sun smiling downupon me once again-- good old sun. I would keep my promise. I would do all I could to keep from doing evil. No longer would I put tacks on my classmates' seats or whisper when the teacher wasn't looking. No longer would I tell my parents I was studying in my friend's house when I was really joking around on the street corner. No longer would I come to school unprepared and try to tell my teacher I was prepared. From now onaI would be a good and virtuous boy. Suddenly I found myself being drawn up and up-as if I were a pin being attracted to a magnet. High up into the air I went until it became so rare that I could hardly breathe. A ' My surprise, was as great as when I found myself looking upon the terrors of Hell. What, a difference between Hell and the place I now found myself! p A I knew it was heaven because everybody wore long flowing white robes. And there was that long heralded heavenly music-far off. It sounded so sweet that I floated over to the distant sound and found a bunch of colored musicians playing a red hot number-with the white robed crowd dancing wildly about the floor. Every here and there along the sides of the dance floor were little cliques of men, who, upon investigation, were playing that famous game of dice, so well known to other worlds. Seeing at pretty little lonesome girl, I swung her off into the dance - I - one who had never danced before in my life - and doing it very well. And there were other seniors-all the wall flowers at the senior prom-out stepping on the ' Page Fiftyfsevcn floor. What a change! From no idea of dancing to this! My, my, this place sure is the place for me to live in. Once more I was floating-but floating down-and floating down is ever so much faster than floating up-and suddenly realized that I was draw' ing fantastic scratchings in my economics room and wondering why I hadn't prepared my homework and how I could get by tofday's lesson. Gee, this sure is a tough world to live in! . Harold Friedman. A MORRIS QUEsT1oNNA1RE - Can you match these? 1. Morris' greatest need? 2. What the boy's gym needs? 3. What the Arista needs? 4. What our football team needs? 5. What our lunchroom needs? 6. What the faculty needs? 7. What the fairer sex needs? 8. What the Morris boy needs? 9. What our humor editor needs? 10. What the home nursing class needs? q 11. What the M.O. Store needs? 12. What the Piper needs? 13. What the cooking classes need? 14. What our auditorium needs? 15. What we all need? Answers:- 1. A pretty girl. 2. A female instructress. 3. Rudy Vallee. ' 4. A football with handles. 5. A pretty cashier. 6. Better elevator service. 7. A smoking lounge. 8. A vanity table. 9. A more distant copy of Judge 10. Sheffield's milk bottle with a can opener. 11. More personality, pep, vim, and vigor. 12. A new type. 13. A modern canned store. 14. Amos 'n Andy on the radio. 15. Money and good times. Maxwell Lewis Wolodin. Fa-ge Fiftyfeigizt LAST NIGHT4- AN INTERLUDE j Sunlight splashed through the windows and spotted everything in the room. It skipped upon the dressing table, pirouetted among the bed covers and finally executed a little jig on Sara's nose, causing her to turnpand blink. The brightness of the day made her smile. She stretched luxuriously and wriggled her toes. Her lips touched two charming dimples experimentally, and finding them smooth and warm decided to rest within the little hollows. As memories of the previous evening entered her head she giggled softly and her eyes shone. Sara liked to think of last night. There was so much to remember. . She had worn blue. Sara looked well in blue, and especially lovely last night. Her hair had curled about her cheeks, her frock had been just right. She raised herself a little to gaze upon the neatly folded pile of clothes on the' chair. The sight of dainty lace and ruffles caused her to remember the feel of its delicate beauty against her skin and to frown slightly as she thought of the price. . Natalie had, with difficulty coaxed her to go. She was so shy andafraid of meeting new people. Sara laughed softly. She hadn't wanted to go. Oh suppose she had stayed at home listening to a dull radio program! Sara laughed again, not quite so softly. S I She had been shy at first, but when he had asked her toidance she had managed to hide her confusion rather well, she thought. It was months since she had danced but she had followed his steps quite easily, gasping a little at the twirls, and throwing her head back when they glided simply to the music. He had asked Daisy for the next and left her in a corner quite breathless. There she had remained, following his dark head about the room, admiring his blue tie, noticing the manner in which his mouth 'twisted to one side when he smiled. When, for a moment, he was lost among the other dancers she had felt lonely and uncomfortable. He had just appeared again when a bored young man, evidently at the instigation of their hostess, had led her out on the floor. I ' Several times during the course of the evening her first partner had spoken to her, supplied her with drinks of cold water and comfortable seats. She had felt at ease when he was near. After a bit, she had even ventured to call him, as everybody did, Mac. Maxwell, probably, she mused, as she thrust her feet into slippers. She rose slowly, but hastened her pace considerably after a glance at the clock. The sound of water' running for her bath was musical to her ears and she found herself humming as she stepped into the tub. How startled she had been at the lateness of the hour! How she had searched her purse to see whether she had sufficient fare! She remembered how regretfully she had placed the new blue hat on her curls, and how her Page Fifty-'nine feet had tapped in time to the music as she had said goodnight. She ref membered very clearly- how her heartihad joined its echoing rhythm when she felt a hand upon her arm and a pleasant voice said: May I walk with you? ' ' . -s - She had nodded veryiieagerly. Too eagerly, she now thought with ia new sophistication, and emphasifed this by swishing the bluefandfwhite wash cloth until quite a storm was created' in the porcelainfbottomed sea. They had walked through the park. The night had been foggy and little haloes had surrounded the tall street lamps. These gave her a feeling almost of reverencte'ias they strode along, she felt pregnant with poetry which was born in soft whispers and shy comments. I-Ie hated modern music, he had said, and spoke familiarly of concerts, books, -and plays, so that she had felt quite ashamed of her utter lack of knowledge. But he not seemed to notice that. He merely gorged her with pictures and ideas. im L She had tried to keep up with his long strides, exulting in the rhythm of their movement. At her door he had stopped abruptly. , Sarahad felt awkward. 'Should she say goodnight and turn away quickly? Sho-uld she give him her hand and thank him for taking her home? - 1 I should -love to see you again, Sara, he had said. Yes? I ' ' Shall we. go to thef theatre perhaps? Why-yes.'7 a ' - Q That is, if you really wish to, ' he insisted. Oh, yes! Her tongue had barely formed the words. Sara roused herself with an effort. Shepreached for the soap, and with a sigh began to lather her arms briskly. ' There's no cream. Youfll have to have milk with your coffee. I That's all right mama. Cream is fattening anyhow. Fattening! W.he11 I was your age I was twice your size. Everybody in the village usedito talk about Katya Feodorovna's figure! Yes, Mama? - Yes , . . Mollie spilled some ink on the floor. Will you try to get it out? Yes, Mama. Sara finished her coffee. She made a wry face as the bitter dregs slipped down her throat. In her hurry, she had forgotten to use the strainer. I've got a headache, her mother continued, If the butcher comes there's sixtyfthree cents on this shelf. . Sara brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ears. Gone were the curls for she had drawn them severely away from her face. She wore a faded green dress and there were dark shadows under her eyes. As she cleared the dishes away from the 'table Sara noticed how red her hands were. Beneath the dim light in the hallway they had seemed white and graceful as she extended them. Page Sixty . As she turned the tap, Sara began to hum. She hummed a waltz tune and, gasping at imaginary twirls, she threw her head back as if she were gliding to music. A ' - Mac, 'she said aloud, Mac? A Sara, came her mother's voice, s'didn't you hear me.,ps.ay' Ighave a M , ,xml 1. Kai: headache? . . . L 'Q'5 3ffl . Sara drew a deep breath. ,,,,,h, .,':,EkL,,. Yes, Mama, she said. ,gjmff My V -ff,-,Ag .,---5y.p 1-:fel . E N S L A V E D Rllfuppfuppfupp. Grrfruppfupp. Steel repiilsing human flesh. Metal coins clickfclacking and fat bellies pushing worn, wooden arms. He dropped his nickel in , and found himself swept alongf with the human wave stliwp until they eddied past him and left him waiting for the . next train. A vista of dirty, grayfblack iron. Dust, it 2: 222 would be soft to the touch. And several bright shiny rows of steel tracks leading everywhere into the darkness--steel that had bound the people together and steel that seemed to have fmastered them-steel that had whipped them, and now they were bound to steel. ...VIA 4- ,I 'A faint rumble that turned to vibration and soon to an earfsplitting shriek, and two red eyes bore down upon him. A horrible rolling sound and a torrent of bo-dies seemed to be loosed from within and be spewed forth to trample each other, to utter meaningless words, and rush from each other to their holes in immense apartment caves. With the backwash of the outpour he was hurled in and unmercifully stepped upon until the sense of physical feeling was numb. ' . Lacklustre faces that unseeingly stared out through blackened open win' dowfspaces-and were hypnotized by the ever appearing and disappearing steel pillars until the stunted minds wearily rocked with ,the swaying arms that so doggedly held on to p-ieces of steelfenamelled steel, to hide the fierce face of a conqueror, but cracked here and there, and its blackened interior peering forth like a piece of burnt and seared flesh. His mind's eye was caught by those monstrosities of color that described that 17,211,215, or four out of nve have it, or your best friend won't tell you. And he wanly wond' ered: Why so many lies?'p' Page Sixty-one The crowd had thinned and he noticed gusts of wind play hide and seek with the .gray swirls of dust on the reddish concrete floor-oh, to catch a handful of it and softly squeeze its body till the beams shone through them and turned eaclitbproken body to a rainbow of color and beauty. Tired feet, plodding feet, feet 'that had never known the full heritage of the vitality of mankind, and 'feet that would prematurely shuffle their owners off this earth. And perspiring bodies and faces. The smell was compounded, each body adding its contribution and summing up a rancid odor that rose and swam above their heads and was whirled out by the slowly buzzing fans only to be reborn time and 'again of new bodies, to putrefy, and anaesthetize new minds. The monster roared round and round and the arms, thin and fat alike. swayed, and bodies. turn bowed and scraped, turned and twisted 'to pay homage to the reign of steel. ' His brain seemed' to be floating on a fiery lake-and it was so numbing- numbing-nurnvB'i:fig4God, would it never stop-the numbing of these people who and slaved and slaved? It hurt-seeing a people slipping- and he felt mmself one of them. He stumbled out at the last stop into a deserted station. From there he wandered up the boardwalk and abstractedly noticed that the place was cold and deserted-a carnival city that had died. But a few weeks ago the Wild throng had held sway. They had come here by the thousands, teemingly they had come, they had come to beg forgetfulness, to buy their crackerjacks, popfcorn, andifrankfurters, to see Lulu, the fat lady, hold sway over the side show, to run from place to place, to mash each other and wear a set, frozen smile, to get away from life and delude themselves for several hours before being caught in- the muddy current of an ordinary existence. And now quiet-except for the wind rattling tin doors to peep behind them and question the past., So quiet, it brought the blood pounding into his head. It would upset that gray mass on the fiery lake, and his head would split apart. He started jogging, and the beat increased with each step-it followed- it had haunted him until now it had grown bigger than he and was leading him on to destruction. Once more he became aware of steel. Two lines of steel lining the walk and he couldn't get away. It was fantastic-the breaking down of the power of a mind until he suddenly felt himself rising over the hated metal and hurtling down-as in his dreams-the same feeling in his stomach-and was suddenly brought back to consciousness by the soft feeling of sand. s The ocean boomed softly in his ear and he felt the sweet beat of the earth, while letting his hands dig deep, deep into the sand, deep, to over' come metal and return to peace and the earth. ' p Harold Friedman. Page Sixtyftwo WEDNESDAY AT NINE A FARCE CHARACTERS OF THE .PLAY Pierrot Pierrette Margot Scene I . fAs the curtain rises rather slowly we see Pierrot and Pierrette in the midst of what seems to be a very interesting conversation. They are seated on the sofa of a living room whose overstuffed furniture and bricfafbrac seem very familiar. We squirm in our seats and wonder whether the curtains had been drawn that night when Somebody was there-seated on that very sofa. They continue their conversation so that we can hear it., Pierrette: . . . Yes, sometimes I feel quite jealous. V Pierrot: . . . Jealous? You! X Pierrette: Quite. You see everybody- Pierrot: Everybody? I A Pierrette: Well-almost everybody-seems to love her so much. Pierrot: Love her? No she's just- ' ' Pierrette: fsweetlyj She's very nice. fShe waits to be contradictedj Pierrot: fobligingj Nice! She's-why-my goodness, everybody likes her. Pierrette: Everybody? ' A Pierrot: Almost everybody. l ' Pierrette: She's pretty. Pierrot: Yes, but . . . Pierrette: What were you going to say? Pierrot: Nothing. Pierrette: Nothing . . . well . . . Columbine is very pretty. Don't you think so? ' ' Pierrot: Perhaps . . . I think you're much prettier. Pierrette: No . . . the nods emphatically, . . . Really? But don't you think there's something about her . . . Ch, I wish I had as many romances as she! ' ' Pierrot: Romance? What sort of romance? , Pierrette: Love romance of course. Meeting somebody and falling in love at first sight! Pierrot: Love at first sight? Pierrette: Love like that would be very sincere wouldn't it? Spontaneous not deliberate. Oh, a glorious impulse! Pierrot: I don't think- , Page' Sixtyfthree r Pierrette: Yes? .I ' 7 ' , Pierrot: I don't think that impulses always are sincere. I mean, love that comes after two people know eachother well-That's real love too sometimes. Pierrette: Real love? Perhaps . . . but it wouldn't be the least bit romantic. PICITOIIZ You WElI1lI 1'OI'I'13.11CC? ' ' Pierrette: Yes. I wish somebody would fall in love with me E like Columbine. Pierrot: fafter silencej You know-I will if you wish. Pierrette: You! QShe laughsj Why, I know you too well. Pierrot: That's all right. Pierrette: No, Pierrot, I couldn't fall in love with you. L Pierrot: But Pierrette, I'cou'ld'love you really, truly, devotedly! We could have a real rom-ance, if you say so. Pierrette: A real romance? I ' I Pierrot: Yes, canoeing at night, and I could take you out. Lovers you know. , Pierrette: I don't know. But what about Margot? ' Pierrot: Margot? Ch, you see, there isn't any more Margot. Pierrette: What? Pierrot: Pierrette, I'll be frank with you. I'll always love Margot. Some' how, I just can't help loving her. But the real Margot-the one that I love, has become a rather common sarcastic girl whom I do not love. My Margot has disappeared. Until she becomes herself again I cannot love her. She's changed, Pierrette, U - Pierrette: Changed? Oh I see. I'm to play substitute. Really I never thought I'd understudy Margot. ' Pierrot: Don't misunderstand me! I don't mean that. v Pierrette: You don't mean that? Vv'hat do you mean? Pierrot: You see-since I'm not in love with Margot or anybody else, I want to fall in love with you that's all. -.7 Pierrette: In love with me? But how can you fall in love with me?- Pierrot: Uh, I could, I could. You're the most adorable little person in the world. Your lashes become entangled in the rain! Pierrette: My lashes? ' Pierrette: . . . And I like the way the ringlets grow uneven at the back of your neck. ' Pierrette: You're' very observant. Pierrot: Your voice is like a silver cord that binds me. Pierrette: Yes, yes . . . and my feet like a lady's slipper and my hands like lilies, and my eyes like twin lakes. Go on Page Sixty-four . Pierrot: Oh! I Pierrette! I . Pierrette: My dear fellow, how can we fall in love by appointment-- just like planning to go to the theatre on a certain day. 'It wouldn't be ro- Pierrot: Ah but it would! It would be very romantic because it never happened before. Oh-people have fallen in love before us, but have they ever done so in as novel and original a fashion as we? f Pierrette: No . . . That's true. Pierrot: We are different. Pierrette: Of course we are but . . . Pierrot: I could love you so beautifully. Why, I've the first line of a poem all made up. It's iambic pentameter and it's going to be a sonnet . . . Pierrette: You'll write poetry to me? ' ' Pierrot: Yes. Pierrette: And you'll call me every day? Pierrot: And we'll take walks in the evening- Pierrette: Through the park. You'll be very sweet? 'L Pierrot: Of course. Pierrette, please fall in love with me. Pierrette: Very Ewell. It will be lots of fun. , Pierrot: ftaking her handj My darling! Pierrette: Oh, Pierrot! Pierrot: You must call me something more loverflike. Pierrette: Oh, you're my lover aren't you? All right then. My dear lover! Pierrot: My sweet! Pierrette: My-what shall I call you now? Pierrot: Call me dearest boy! Q Pierrette: Dearest boy! Pierrot: That's right . . . Oh Pierrette! It's wonderful to be in love with you. j I Pierrette: Isn't it? ' Pierrot: But I forgot! ' Pierrette: Cfondlyj What did you forget dearest boy? Pierrot: Darling, I've just remembered that I can't love you yet. . Pierrette: fwithdrawing her handj Isn't it rather late to say that? Pierrot: You see-I must h-ave three more days . . . just three days in which to decide. ' ' Pierrette: You haven't decided then? Oh very well. Pierrot: No, no. But Margot! You see, I'm not quite sure of Margot. Pierrette: You want to ask her permission? Well I could do that myself --and much more tactfully. - a Page Sixty-Jive Pierrot: Don't speak like that. Remember you're my love. Pierrette: Not yet, three more days! b Pierrot: Well then, you're about to fall in love with me now . . . and in three more days we'll reach the peak of emotion. We'll exchange hearts. Pierrette: Yes-and you think about Margot meanwhile, and on Wed' nesday at exactly nine o'clock we'll become true lovers. fShe is enthusiastic at last., A Pierrot: At nine o'clock! We'll stop whatever we're doing and fall in love . . . and meanwhile I'll think about Margot. Pierrette: Yes, dearest boy! - Pierrot: Sweetest girl! Lovely one! Pierrette: Not yet-three more days! Pierrot: Mayn't I say pretty things meanwhile? Pierrette: No, meanwhile you shall think only of Margot. fThey laugh as the curtain fallsj Scene II. QA week later at Margot's. The living room is small and cosy. A door at the back is half open-and voices may be heard saying goodnights and farewell messages. Margot and Pierrette seated opposite each other continue their converf sation as if the asbestos fourth wall had not been removed. The former is laughing. The latter is trying to laughj Margot: . . . And he was so serious, too. Oh, it was too funny. Pierrette: It must have been. Margot: And he asked if I minded. Imagine! Pierrette: He's so silly. And you answered? Margot: flaughsj I said Mind! Why Pierrette and I are going to enjoy this together when she tells me all about it. Pierrette: You said, that? . Margot: Yes. He answered: Margot, Pierrette and I are going to fall in love with each other really and truly tofnight at nine o'clock. I sent her a letter today. ' Pierrette: Yes I got that letter. I Margot: 'So you've been in love for two whole days. You don't look any different. Pierrette: Nor do I feel any different. Margot: Oh I knew you couldn't really love him. Imagine you in Pierrot's arms. It's a sketch. Pierrette: Is it very funny to think that somebody can love me?i Margot: No-but Pierrot of all people! Pierrette: Well- CA voice calls Goodby Margotnj Page Sixty-six Margot: I suppose I have to do my duty as hostess. Wait for me. I'll be back in a moment. ff ' fExit Margot. Silence. Enter Pierrotj Pierrot: Sweetheart! Pierrette: Yes? '- Pierrot: Look at me. , Pierrette: Oh I know how you look . . . and you're wearing the blue tie. Pierrot: fleaning over the chairj What's the matter, my own? Pierrette: I've just learned something very interesting and funny too. Pierrot: What? Pierrette: Only that Margot knew about our whole affair before it even happened, didn't she? Pierrot: What do you mean? ' Pierrette: What do I mean? Only that it's a very amusing story, that's all. ' Pierrot: Our beautiful lovean amusing story! Pierrette you're horrid. Pierrette: Perhaps I am. But now that I've had my little romance I suppose may be as horrid as I wish. I wonder, is Columbine cynical? Pierrot: I.,et's take a walk, dearest, you'll feel better afterwards. Pierrette: I don't want to take a walk. I don't even want to feel better as you put it. I'm going home. h Pierrot: Let me take you home. Pierrette: Sorry, Harlequin asked half an hour ago. A fShe goes, q A Pierrot: Pierrette! fSilence. Last farewells are taken and Pierrette's voice may be heard saying Goodby Margot. Margot enters once more., Margot: Are you still here? iI3ierrot: You don't mind if I stay a while? Margot: You wouldn't go if I said I did mind. Pierrot: Don't be nasty Margot. , Margot: Oh, I can be as nasty as I like. I haven't fallen in love with you, QShe laughsj 1 ' Pierrot: Has Pierrette gone? ' I Margot: Yes. With Harlequin and Punchinello. Pierrot: Two of them? Margot: Yes . . . Oh I wish I had as many romances as Pierrette! QShe sighs as the curtain falls quicklyj ' Evelyn Pober. Page Sixty-seven X PPE' Nfiv. tvvyfyrr TI-IOU SHALT N OT STEAL She crept along the brightlyflit street, glancing neither to the right nor to the left, save for odd moments when she would stare hungrily at the store Windows and then move onward again. About her reigned the incesf sant humfdrum of the gay life of the usual Saturdayfnight revelers and joyseekers. Cou' ples hurried by, chatting and laughing--per' ' haps at her-with not a seeming care in the Word. Gverhead, the bright lights of the restaurants and hotels kept wink' ing in and out, as though in mockery of this puny, little creature who found life so bitter among these surroundings. V She halted in front of a pastry shop and gazed wistfully at the array of cakes and pies in the window. Here her appearance was even more striking and contrasting in the glare of 'the bulbs which lit up the store. Page Sixty-nine Her cheeks were hollow and emaciated, with rings circled beneath her eyes. Thesepeyes were striking. They had the appearance of being devoid of life, as they were so light and colorless and stared so patient and unref sistingly before her. About her shoulders and head was an old shawl which probably had seen better days, and from under the shawl, wisps of grey hair floated in the cool wind. She had an old, tattered mantle drawn about her thin form which she tried to keep there with her weak fingers so as to derive some scant warmth and comfort from within its folds. How' ever, the wind was raw and she could not stand there before the shop. She moved on and accepted with stoic patience and without complaint the unkind words and mutters dropped by the scurrying crowd. At the corner, a man, presumably a quack, had arisen upon a soapfbox and was extolling the virtues of his wares vociferously to the group of passersfby who had stopped to listen to him, more in curiosity and good' humor than in an urge to buy, while his small group of assistants stirred among the crowd in effort to dispose of their stock. The old woman com' ing up to the corner, stopped for a moment, and crossed to the other side. Having noticed the bystanders and the haranguing orator, though, she stood haltingly for a while in indecision, and she, too, overcome by an ir' resistible curiosity, 'turned and retraced her steps and came up to the corner throng. She nudged her way into the center of the crowd and stood therein a huddled heap, trying to find some protection from the blasts. She soon lost interest in the speech and glanced about her absent' mindedly until her eyes were arrested by the sight of a portly, wellfto-do' looking gentleman' who stood listening to the speaker goodfhumoredly, and who turned to those about him to utter some remark upon something the quack had said and probably uncomplimentary to the latter, as one could gather from the laugh that was produced and the chuckles that followed. The old woman squirmed about and it was not long before she stood beside this same gentleman. She could discern that a watch dangled from his pocket when he thumbed his hands beneath his coat. She remained beside him for a few moments and then began to sidle to the outskirts of the throng. A moment later and she darted from the mass as fast as her tottering limbs would 'carry her. She turned to the right when she came to the corner, instead of following the bright lights onward. A twentyfminute walk brought her to the edge of the city-the docks. Here all was quiet and still. There were no gay throngs and bright lights, but there hung over all a sinister silence that was menacing and fearful. It was evident that this was not the first visit of the old woman to this unsavory neighborhood and that she knew her way quite well. She ceased to cast furtive and timid glances over her shoulder and as she crept along in the shadow of the waterfront, all that could be seen of 'her was the stirring shadow on the walls. Occasionally, 'she would pass 'Page Seventy the stoop of some solitary tenement house. Here, when she would chance to be spied by the dirty and ragged urchins, all games stop, and she would be pursued for whole blocks with such epithets as Old Mother Witch and the like ringing in her ears. She bore this with her customary and perfunctory calm and soon the cries and taunts of the pursuing children would die out, and she was again left to herself and the shadowy silence. Somewhere ahead there loomed the outlines of a few houses, with dotted lights glimmering and twinkling here and there in the Stygian back' ground. After she had come up to and had passed these, there extended a small line of stores, among which, she perceived, was a pawnshop, in front of which hung a clock, an old suit and a few minor articles of no real importance. She stood contemplating these for a few moments, and then stepped up to the door and entered. The door slammed loudly behind her. The spring on the door had been broken years before, and since that time it had never been repaired. She discovered that she was in a dingy, little store that was dimly lit by an old smoky lamp which hung in the center of the ceiling. She waited within, and seeing nobody, rapped upon the counter with her bony knuckles. After a short pause, it produced the desired effect. An old Jew hobbled down from the stairway leading from the back and ad' vanced forward. His spectacles hung on the edge of his nose. It was probably their habitual resting place since he did not bother to push them back or else did not know they were there, as he squinted through his glasses at her. 'lVell, he queried. She put her hand within her mantle and drew forth a watch and chain and laid them upon the counter. The old Semite looked up at her, from under his eyebrows, and in doing so, noticed a tiny cross suspended about her throat on a piece of string. In- stinctively, his- eyes narrowed with antagonistic hardness. He lifted the watch from the counter and pried open the back with his long fingernail. Aha, seex jewels. Vere did you get dis vatch from? with that cunning peculiar to his race. She looked about, unable to find words with which to answer, and then muttered falteringly, I found it on the sidewalk. Before. He glanced sharply at her and knew that she was lying for she did not know how to tell a falsehood and her guilt was plain to see. Vell, how much you vant for it? ' She had never done this before. Should she'ask for fifteen dollars or for ten dollars? After all, if he refused to give her iifteen, he might give her ten. She looked up and said, Fifteen, The old Jew, meanwhile, had been observing her more closely-the tattered mantle and drawn cheeks which were blanched with the cold. As she' broke in upon his thoughts, he turned away and simply said, All right. She felt overjoyed and could not refrain from uttering an ejaculated Oh! thank you! at her good fortune. He turned aside and drew forth an old Page Seventy-one 1 pocketbook from which he took some bills, and counting out seventeen dollars, he replaced the remainder into 'the wallet which herestored to his pocket. He then handed the money to the old woman across the counter and taking the watch, started for the rear of the shop., The old Woman recounted the bills once, and once again, she stood as if petrified for a mo' ment. Then uttering a sob, she turned and ran back to the old Jew who had not yet mounted the steps, Oh, thank you, thank you, she reiterated over and over again, with the tears streaming down her cheeks., The Jew took her by the arm and conducted her to the door. The Word had awakened an almost unnamable emotion in his breast. It was the first time anybody had said thank you to him for, oh, quite a long time. After the door had closed upon ,his visitor, he stood staring into space, torn by conf flicting emotions, and then, lifting his hands in supplication above, he cried, Shmai Isroel Adonoi Eloheru Adonoi Echod! Have I done Tight? Jack Bernstein, '31. 1 lcQaSf3XC556?f2IiQsf25f,, : A 1 U '. -' - -153. vi I S v.. . t 4 ' ,J 1 1 A-A Vw: 32327 c' - W ' ' - .1 : a fl. Page 'Scventytwo CIVILIZATION Primitive man was ruled by fear. Fear. obsessed his days and made his nights one long stretch of misery. Lightning flashed and blinded him Thunder rolled and presented a hidden menace to him-it was a threat. Boulders fell and maimed him. Rivers overflowed their banks and drowned him. There was but one thing left for him to do, and that was to imagine that everything was set against him. By a simple method of reasoning, he figured out that if these things hadn't purposely meant to harm him, then he would have escaped unharmed. - T Thus he said that all things must have life. However, he soon came to realize that somehow, he couldn't hurt the lightning, tree, or boulder,-so again he figured that there must be some way to subdue them. Strange sounds, growls, howls, or gutteral mutterings might somehow help quell them. If these didn't, then something else might. Thus faith led to religion. - During the night he had strange sensations. He felt himself falling down, down, down with a sickening sensation in the pit of his stomach. An' other time he might be fighting some monster flying through the air. Thus it dawned on him that he had another existence outside of his physical one -a spirit. Naturally, if he had this thing, then his enemies also had it and so it might be possible for him to get at his enemy's spirit-to cajole it and so prevent injury to himself. From this it was but a short step to worship. Naturally certain men were better adapted to cajole the spirits than others- noticibly those who had fits and so a number of men might go to one man to cajole the spirits for them. So the order of priesthood was born. In times of sickness, man would come to him, and he would howl day in and day out, and cry, and utter groans and dance and twist till the evil spirits were chased away. Sometimes the patients lived but most of the times they died. Thus one shaman, or medicine man became stronger than another and soon the tribe had a leading medicine man who usually was also the tribal chief. Modifying Darwin's Law of the Survival of the Fittestf' we now find it to be the survival of the craftiest and dishonest. The honest medicine man could not possibly hoodfwink his tribe for any great length of time and so they killed him, for what good is a shaman whose cures don't work? Thus the craftiest became the leaders of the tribe. Man soon hit upon another way of getting the spirits' help. We of today call them fetishes-a man would keep the claw of the tiger for ferocity--the heart of some conquered enemy for courage, etc. 'The spirit of the particular object was supposed to inhabit these fetishes and give the possessor these par' ticular qualities of ferocity, courage, etc. If the tiger's claw didn't give him ferocity then he would get himself a lion's tail, or a monkey's gland, and this would work. Soon the shaman came to be the one to give or sell these fetishes, for was he not the one who was in touch with the spirits? So again the shaman . Page Seventy-three ,WY Y Y v.- came to gather wealth, about him and at the same time to see how easily his fellow men were duped. From this it was but a short step for the shaman to declare some peculiarly shaped rock or tree as the tribal fetish. Soon these had fierce faces carved all over them toscare the evil spirits away. In time, they were made beautiful and offerings were given to them as a sacrifice so that the good spirit would remain. These offerings soon became regular and only 'the shaman could perform the mysterious ceremonies that were attached to the act of offering the gift or sacrifice. In this way, religious rites were born. A ' Then it was considered that perhaps it might be best to build a shelter for the carved tree or rock and so some crude shelter was built. And thus the Hrst clzwrch came into existence. t As a natural result of all this, taboos came into existence. Thus it became unlucky to touch the dead, as the spirit was around the dead body and would resent having its habitation defiledg we still have our taboos in the form of the unlucky number thirteen, not to' look at the moon over the left shoulder, the black cat crossing one's path, etc. Time passed and the 'tribe fetish became a god. The tribe travelled, customs fused and many other gods fused together. Two tribes united and they soon would have one premier god with the good qualities of both. So tribes became towns, towns - citiesg ,cities - nationsg nations- empiresg and so gods continued to fuse and the weaker ones dropped out altogether. Men paid homage to one god but never denied the existence of a thousand and one other gods. Men lost FEAR of the gods and began to take them as allies and partners. Those in the higher circles of the clergy realized that they ,were victimizing the people and at the same time realized that the gods were nothing 'but clay. But, they led lives of ease through this trade-the people were willing, nay, anxious to be deceived, so why not take full advantage of the opportunity? Cities grew up and prospered, crimes were committed and apparently the guilty ones went scot free in so far as the gods were concerned in this physical life. Fear of the gods that had helped build civilization lost ground. But there always lurked in man's mind-the hereafter-surely the gods would punish him after he left this earth. The idea of escaping the king's men for crimes committed in this life was all right, if somehow, they could reconcile the gods for their future lives, after their spirit had left this earthly body. The priesthood always was an obliging body and in a conf tingency such as this, they soon developed the idea of selling forgiveness. So the wealthy slave owner could commit most any sin. As long as he wasn't caught, he could always go to the church and buy his security in the unknown future. Page Scventyffotw All of this added a hundredfold to the priests' power and to their dis- respect for the gods. The priesthood became degenerate, and the mob that makes the empire could not be expected to be any better than its leaders. But still, man deluded himself and kept on thinking--that, though he es' caped judgement in this world he could possibly buy it for the next. Religion soon proved a solace to all W- the crook or murderer might bribe the priest to get him absolved from the crimes-the everyday small man might go to his priest and ask him a multitude of things. Soon the priests had magnificent temples built and thus Art' came into being. Religious ceremonies changed from brutal to beautiful. Thus religion, or should I say art, raised man from the muck of fear and degradation and put his feet on the road up .... I Harold Friedman. ANSVV ERS TO FUN GALOREP' 1--Thomas Edison 2-William Shakespeare ' 3-Madame Curie A4-fCharles Kingsley 5-Williani Cullen Bryant 6-Eli Wliitiiey 7-Sir Edwin Arnold V 8-Edgar Allen Poe 9-Williani Dean Howes 10-Richard Wagner 11-Edna Ferber 12-Thomas Hardy 13-John Galsworthy 14-Herbert Hoover 15-Henry Ford 16-Calvin. Coolidge 17-Sinclair Lewis Maxwell Lewis Wolodin. Page Seventy-five sENsAT1oN 1. Hearing ' fAt the Graves on a certain day, ' A woman screeched And unpleasantness rent the empty air. Why could she not keep silence And hold her grief within, Pure and free from contact With a politic, rubbingfelbows world? Paid men chanted falsely in broken, unlearned style And the many unhappy tones With the dry, affected cries of women Slapped ironically insincere against the wind. I hope the dead cannot hear! 2. Seeing QCOIOTSQ Mockingly, I threw a handfull of Purple berries To the blue and white of the sky, Eagerly, I 'watched And nothing happened- Only the swift picture of colors, Purple, blue, and white. 3. Smelling fVioletsQ As I entered the room A The odor brushed gently against my nose, Ticklingly. It touched that sensitive feature again With its delicate, waveflike scent. i Violets! ' I p In that crystal eye of my mind I could see the perfume Page Seventyfsix Rise And mould itself into flowing Willowy lines ' Pressing softly, with velvet smoothness Into an illusion- Again the perfume brushed gently against my nose, Mockingly. VioletsTOf course! Madame had been here before me. 4. Feeling A fWind and IJ I wet my lips with my tongue And then the wind kissed them. A tremor rippled through the redfpink flesh. It felt so-well-nice I guess I'll wet them again. 5. Tasting QHe1' Smiley Her smile tasted sweet, And as it touched my lips They parted as if to kiss the healing, the pleasantness of it, They parted in content. Her smile tasted sweet, Sweet, not as honey, nor yet without depth. It was warm and untroubled Soothing the unquiet' That unnerved me so. It was warm, untroubled, Soothing, It was good And I was satisfied. ' Marguerite Helene Temple, Page Seventy-seven GEMS UVHZDUIJ A -tg: he QB' RAde N he Towafi ITIORRIS D5UH'C'o GEQDBLBF p?rq.,A som to b Q WRST 7 THE RCADS MUST EVER MEET 1 HE first blood red rays of day strike the tips of Moslems minarets and immediately a piercing cry goes up to greet them if . f Allah Akbor! Allah Akbor! Allah is great ' There is nogod but Allah i A And Mohammed is his prophet. - come to prayer. 1 41 Chhh chrr rrr Come to prayer come to prayer come to prayer O ye faithful- Allah be blessed-there is no god but Allah and Mohammed is his prophet- It disturbed the sleeper. Alms, alms, for the sake of Allah--alms-to keep a starving body together-alms-for the blessing of Allahj' muttered the .sleeper as he slowly became aware of the break of a new day. And once more, Ali Salid, beggar on the steps of one of Moslem's great temples greeted the comers to prayer. Alms, alms, alms, for the love of Allah-alms. Blessed be you and yours for the charity that brings light into a man's soul, as some Moslem pressed a coin or a piece of bread into his hand. Alms, alms, for the good god Allah-alms. The cry smote the rising sun and spread over the waking land. And so Ali Salid plied his trade, being rebuked here and helped there until at last it seemed that all the faithful had arrived-with the exception of the last few stragglers. P The sound of scraping feet, and a feted body approached-mumbling, Alms, brother-alms-I have travelled far-alms. a Alms, snapped Ali Salid. Away with you, you rifffraif, you scurvy beggar. Away before I pitch you away bodily! 'sAlms, alms-for the love of Allah, is it you Ali Salid? Allah be praised that mine old eyes should again show me the boon companion of my youth! Ben Sidi, cried Ali and the two vermin infested' beggars weepingly fell upon each others necks. - I For days after I left you begging here I wandered the bazaars of the city until at last I had stolen an outit befitting a man of many travels. Then it took but a few months before I had verily established myself as the terror of all honest men outsidelof the West wall of the city, just as you, dear Ali, became chief beggar of this temple. In time my power grew and I gathered round me a number of hard and crafty men who would just as soon slit a person's throat as sit down to a feast. Time travels on silver wings -and I soon preyed on none but the wealthy and so earned the name of Ben Ali, the Provider. Time's silver wings brought a golden flow into my coffer and by this time I took a woman to me, I was head of a tribe of outlaws. I an outlaw, Page Eighty became chieftain, and dispensed justice fairly, but sternly, as these were hard men. For birds of prey must forever look for bigger birds of prey, and some day there might-I grow up some stripling who would aspire to my wives and wealth and be strong enough to wrest them from me. For twenty years I grew in power until the countryside rang with my deeds and craftiness. But a full stomach has the tendency to make a man sleep. And so my helpers proved to be my downfall. A number of my children banded together and one night after entering the holy gates of Mecca on a pilgrimage, they delivered me to the Caliph's men, thus ruining their father and bringing my curse down upon their house. I was sentenced to spend my years in a dungeon with the rats and my solitary thoughts gnawing away at my vitals until they became nothing but bones. For years I lay there on my hard bed of straw chained to the dark wall until every bone of my body had repayed for the deeds of my youth. Ay, the good god Allah, the allfseeing-the allfknowing-had repayed me through my children-to be betrayed by one's own flesh and blood. And to rot, rot there in that hole of darkness. To lay there month after month, year after year, until the black hair had turned white and the moon looked down upon the bones of my betrayers. Until at last I was pardoned-for I was too old to hurt any one-too old to revenge myself and too old to do anything but let the world mock me. I left that hateful city that had been my degradation and returned-home-here-to the city of my birth-as an old dog returns-- to thank Allah for the life that he has given me and for my safe return. Hush, old friend, and let us not be seen talking together, for the prayer is over, said Ali Salid. Alms-alms-for the love of Allah-alms-good man-Allah loves one who gives alms alms alms to keep a man's soul together. And the cry of two old voices-ualms-alms''-went striking against the full grown sung for the roads must ever meet. Harold Friedman. Page ,Eightyfonc DON 'T WRITE--TELEGRAPH 1. CAMP PORRES SCOTLAND LADY MACBETH GLAMIS CASTLE SCOTLAND ' DARLING WON BATTLE STOP MET THREE IWITCHES STOP GOOD NEWS STOP MORE LATER LOVE . MAC 2. GLAMIS CASTLE SCOTLAND LORD MACBETH . , CAMP EORRES SCOTLAND DEAR MAC STOP WHO WERE WITCHES STOP CON' GRATULATIONS STOP DON'T GO OUT WITH OTHER WOMEN STOP COME HOME . ' I MAME 3. CAMP PORRES SCOTLAND LADY MACBETH I CLAMIS CASTLE SCOTLAND . - - DEAR MAME STOP WITCHES ARE LADIES STOP TOLD ME SOME STORY STOP DON'T WORRY STOP NOTICE NEW TITLE STOP LOVE A A A ' MAC CAWDOR 4. T A GLAMIS CASTLE SCOTLAND LORD MACBETH CAMP PCRRES SCOTLAND A DEAR CAWDIE STOP WHAT'S UP STOP 'AM NOT WORRIED STOP LOVE FROM PIDO STOP ' MAME 5, CAMP EORRES SCOTLAND LADY MACBETH ' ' GLAMIS CASTLE SCOTLAND DEAR MAME STOP HAVE CHANCE TO BE KING STOP HOT TIP STOP BULL MARKET STOP CABLE ADVICE MAC 6. GLAMIS CASTLE SCOTLAND LORD MACBETH CAMP FORRES SCOTLAND DEAR MAC STOP BUMP CEP OLD BOY STOP DONIT FORGET YCUR MUPPLER STOP ALL MY LOVE 1 MAME Page Eighty-two 7. CAMP FORRES SCOTLAND LADY MACBETH M GLAMIS. CASTLE SCOTLAND V4 I DEAR MAME LOST MY MUFELER STOP HOW CO ABOUT IT STOP DUNCAN A SWELL CHAP STOP LOVE f MACBETH CAWDOR 84 GLAMIS CASTLE SCOTLAND LORD MACBETH A ' CAMP FORRES SCOTLAND A ' DEAR MAC STOP ASK HIM TO THE HOUSE STOP HAVE LEARNED TO BAKE STOP KISSES MAME 9. W CAMP PORRES SCOTLAND 'LADY MACBETH ' ' GLAMIS CASTLE SCOTLAND DARLING STOP DUNCAN ACCEPTS STOP DON'T BAKE STOP WILL FIND SOME OTHER WAY STOP LOVE MAC Io. A CLAMIS CASTLE SCOTLAND LORD MACBETH CAMP EORRES SCOTLAND DEAR MAC ST'OP AM POLISHING KNIVES STOP ALL TOWELS MARKED STOP KILL HIM AT NIGHT STOP GUEST ROOM READY STOP WILL BAKE STOP LOVE MAME 11. A U CAMP FORRES SCOTLAND LADY MACBETH GLAMIS CASTLE SCOTLAND ' DEAR MAME STOP GOOD PLAN STOP WILL COMEON THREEfTHIRTY STOP DON'T BAKE STOP WANT TO ,I KILL ME TOO STOP LOVE , I A I ' MAC 12. GLAMIS CASTLE SCOTLAND LORD MACBETH I I I CAMP FORRES' SCOTLAND I A DEAR MAC STOP' DON'T WORRY STOP ORDERED NEW NICHTCOWN FOR OCCASION STOP DON'T BE A SCOTCHMAN STOP DO THIS THING RIGHT STOP HERE'S LUCK STOP YOUR LOVING WIFIE MAME EVELYN POBER. Page Eighty-three F'M MWn ' LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT or THE CLASS OF JANUARY 1931 We the members of the Class of January 1931 of the Morris High School, in the City, County and State of New York, being of sound and disposing mind and memory as declared by the intellectual Senior Celebrities and other such powerful cranium veterans, and wishing to make just disposition of all our worldly defects UQ, after having painfully endured our four years allotted and additional time within these walls, do hereby make, publish and declare this to be our Last Will and Testament. 1. To our elongated Mr. Acker, we give and bequeath a baby Austin for traveling purposes. fMay it live long., 2. To our dogmatic Mr. Tracy, we give and bequeath the inimitable Rudy Vallee's megaphone. 3. To our charming instructress, Miss Losinsky, we owe and bequeath a Shetland pony to be used exclusively by her and her Caesar UD. 4. To our delightful Miss Hartley, we give and bequeath a satanic pitchfork with which we hope she will have the power of excluding all none Seniors from her enticing Senior dances. 5. To our inspiring Miss Bogart, we give and bequeath an exquisitely gorgeous ribbon with which to tie her head and many more fropes?j to tie her students. ' I 6. To our ingenuous instructor in English, Mr. Shor, we give and be' queath the Settlement Cook Book. 7. To our beloved Miss Colla, we give and bequeath a palatial platform adorned with the most alluring French jewels upon which she will see that the Morris Traffic on our main floor runs smoothly. 8. To our everfhelpful Miss Shapiro, we give and bequeath a dandy roll of safetyfpins to be used by her future pin committee. ' 9. To our patient Mrs, Beck, we give and bequeath a permanent dummy whom she can freely and patiently harangue. 10. To our most cheerful and most appreciated teacher, Mr, McQuilland, we give and bequeath a brand new secondfhand joke book for reference in addressing his Eco classes. 11. To our admirable Mrs. Vasi, we give and bequeath a picture of the late lamented exfPresident Taft so that she may have recollections of her ideal. . 12. To our instructive Miss Strum, we give, bequeath and direct a luxurif ously comfortable electric train with a splendid dining car so that she may never lack the enjoyment of comfort and good eats during the early week- day mornings. 13. To our benignant 'Miss Story, we coincidently give and bequeath all our story books to wit. Page Eighty-four 14. To our learned Mr. Kellog, we give and bequeath a contract arranged with the Kellogg Company whereby a sample box of Pep be delivered to him at the beginning of each period at M Qonefhalfj price. If he doesn't like said contract- well, what of it? 15. To our optimistic Mr. Hess, we give and bequeath a dime Q10 cents, savings baiik in which to hold the everfgratifying Senior dues. May he find lots of room here for his lucrative investments! A 16. Tolour fastidious Mr. Bogart, we give and bequeath a set of military brushes. 17. To our courteous Mr. Haller, we give and bequeath a volume by Emanuel Kant called Logic, 18. To our impeccable Miss Knox, we give and bequeath the book on The Art of MakefUp, and 'What It Does for the Modern Girl. 19. To our taciturn Miss Schmidt, we give and bequeath a porcelain doll. 20. To our respected Mr. Coyle, we give and bequeath a crown of pansies to complete the picture of a Roman Bacchus. i J 21. To our most gentle and most friendly Miss Lindquist, we give and bequeath an incomparable and highly envied Morris Service League. 22. To our most perspicacious Miss Hilker, .we give and bequeath the Morris Senior of January 1931 for her keen appreciation of the stronger sex and may she long continue to admire the youths of America. 23. To our eiiicient clerical staff, we give and bequeath our best wishes for a bigger and greater Morris, since it costs nothing, is worth little, and means less. 24. By erecting a modern building on the campus, we give, bequeath and devise the swimming pool fto be?j to posterity. 25. Finally, to our worthy director, ex officio, Dr. Elmer E. Bogart, we give, devise and bequeath all the rest, residue and remainder of our property absolutely and in fee simple ad vitamf' 26. We hereby nominate and appoint Miss Edna Hall, Miss Fligelman, and Miss Bresel,gand the survivors ofithem, executrices of this, our Last Will and Testament, and we order thatlthe said executrices shall not be required to give bona fide pro hae vice. 1 In .Witness Whereof, we have hereunto subscribed our name and affixed our seal this 31st day of January, one thousand nine hundred and thirtyfone. Signed, , . The Class of January 1931. In the presence of and at the request of the Class of January 1931, we have hereunto subscribed our names as witnesses this 31st day of January 1931. 1 A 1. Al Ayeroff. 3. Dave Harris. 2. Martha Weinberg. - 4. jack Cohen. Attorneysfatflaw. Maxwell Lewis Wolodin. Page Eightyfjve K A MESSAGE FROM THE KNOCK COMMITTEE No doubt Seniors that are at all interested in Sth term activities have noticed the sign: 'The Class of January 1931 dies. A recent visitor to our school innocently inquired, How do they die? And, we, true to the Knock Committee, said the first thing that came to mind-+ Why, We knocked 'em dead. I Now, Seniors, play around a bit with your imagination, and shift it to a peaceful scene in the afterworld into which we ascended. Of course you don't expect the Knock Committee to be there, but queer things do happen. As we were washing the blood off our hands at the end of our gory task, and were congratulating ourselves on the meanest: knocks we could ind, who would turn traitor but our faculty advisor. He pulled up the club and knocked us all 'round--dashing out what' ever brains weren't used in making ,knocks-so we're in heaven, too. Now, no knock hurts unless it's true. Since we're all safely dead and packed up in heaven, the story goes that all our faults have been corrected-making the Knock Committee's report invalid. Therefore we make no apologies and stand bloody but unshamed 'til the end of the chapter. If you harbor any hurts, try and catch us-We're better runners than you are. ' The Knock Committee. HQQGHIQQQ1 QUQQQOQG-GQOQGQOQH QUQ Q1 QGQUQIIQC ,I Q1 Q X GID WIND 5 3 3 nllpsuus-mo I-TI Page Eighty-eight F i w A ADELMAN, ISIDORE 1121 Morrison Avenue ChieffMelqfAfMista.lQe. AYEROFF, AL. H. 631 East 168th Street Elect ME and I promise YOU. ADELMAN, HARRY 960 Tiffany Street Caesar has conquered him too. AYEROFF, JACK 631 East 168th Street Most obliging boy-and they say therels nothing in a name. ALEXANDER, AUGUSTA G. 1490 Crotona Park East ' Born on the Newfoundlang Banks- Always in a fog. AYEROFF, SAM J. 631 East 168th Street I The tail end of the dynasty. Q1 APPEL, HAROLD M. , 764 Dawson Street The apple of Mr. Dolan's eye. BAIMAN, TOBY 2105 Burr Avenue Do mi, re fa, mi sol, fa la To-by, tee hee! APPLEBAUM, ARTHUR M. 1215 Grand Concourse He is so absent minded he chews gum in the lunch room. BALGLEY, REVA H 824 East 232nd Street Exotic! ian BALL, WILLIAM 2839 'Decatur Avenue Where is the chain? BECKER, RUTH R. 946 East 181st Street ' Early to bed and early to rise, Made her healthy, But did it make her wise? BALLAN, BEN 3590 Park Avenue Maybe school is the best place in the world. BEN, PERCY 821 East 173rcl Street W . Have you a last name? BARBIERI, PHILIP 332 East 119th Street He babbles in his art. . BERG, JOSEPH H. 591 East 141st Street I He has already selected his , profession-taxicab driver. - BARTH, ETHEL E. 811 East 169th Street She wears pink to harmonize with those late slips. BERGER, EVA G. 1385 Nelson Avenue Rather sweet, Dancing feet, Some athlete. BAUMANN, BERNARD R. 967 Kelly Street Now, tell me, couldn't he have borrowed 57 votes and become. a real Borrowing Bill? BERKOWITZ, LEO 1260 Wheeler Avenue Leo is the growl at the beginning h of every motion picture,--Grrrr. Page Eighty-nine l l l l . I l . i l l l l .LV , I, l.: Page Ninety BERKOWITZ, MAURICE 1010 Rogers Place 4 He's got a tidal wave, Water on his head. Q BIEDERMAN, SEYMOUR S 2362 Ryer Avenue V If 't were done when it should ' have been 'done then Biederman didnft do it. - BERNDORFF, RUTH B. 1372 Franklin Avenue The con-Stant nymph! BINSTOCK, JENNIE 2005 Vyse Avenue Will jack come to the Binstock? BERNSTEIN, JACOB 1352 Clinton Avenue ' He's so lazy he can't decide whether to stay in bed all morning or tovget up early so he'll have longer to, loaf. ' . BLUMSTEIN, SOL S. 2690 Webb Avenue We th-ought only girls . are gold-diggers. BERNSTEIN, MORRIS 809 Freeman Street just a little more hair' off his head and he'll be automatically scalped. ' BOOKMAN, RALPH 790 Mott Avenue Mr, Bookman is so wellfmannered, Everything he does is so wellfplannedg And a cheer leader, too, for your consideration, How much for his reputation? ' BIALKIN, NETTIE C. 1177 Tinton Avenue She looks up to anybody she speaks to, I BRASS, SIDNEY I. 560 Beck Street He came to school to get polish. BRISKMAN, NANNETTE A. 1 444 East 58th Street Tlgno-w. Yes, we know, but do you know? BUIRSTEIN, SYDNEY L. 615 West 186th Street, Manhattan Little Bo Peep, go blow your horn. BROMBERG, NATHAN 2140 Crotona Avenue He's merely an interruption in the continuity of space. ' BUTIN, BERNARD B. 906 East 180th Street He's bound to rise. Plenty of gas. BROWN, ROSE 1 1724 Washington Avenue If the early bird catches the worm, Rose will never go fishing. GLAYMAN, LOUIS 1102 Jackson Avenue He dances to the tune of Arts and Floras. A BROWN, SARAH g 1415 Franklin Avenue Never talks, and gets caught talking in a flrefdrill. COBERT, PEARL 1135 Hoe Avenue Where'd you get those eyes? BUCHMAN, SOPHIE in 69 East 7th.Street, Manhattan Laughg Sophie, lauglfllll' COHEN, BENJAMIN A. 41789 Fult-on Avenue Mary had a little lamb and Cohen has his newspaper. Page Ninety-one l 1 Page Ninety-two. -' l 4 ' -. .X .. xg VXX L .X X . COHEN IRVING . . x 1 1 All 889 East 176th Street I T A He's a humor editor- . laugh this one off. Q A 'X COOPER, ABRAHAM 914 Jackson Avenue The boy we like, When he recites we sleep between syllables. COHEN, JACK M. 881 Home Street Though he lacks height, he's a big shot anyway. Q COOPER, SARAH H. 892 Fox Street -Always prepared. She's a girl scout--she prepares b her French in the English room. COHEN, PERRY 747 East 181st Street He thinks Boulder Darn is a cuss word. DAKIN, JOHN J. 1922 Hobart Avenue This lad thinks the Knocks in this boofk were heard by Macbeth. COHEN, REUBEN 1444 Leland Avenue I've been thinking. DANKBERG, DANIEL W. 856 Fismere Place That isn't vanity, thatfs imagination. COHEN, ROSALIE' 1582 Williamsbridge Road f li li ' Wliat's the use o noc ing her? She'll grin back at us anyway. DAVIDSON, LILLIAN 1390 Clinton Avenue Sweet, simple and girlish. DE BELLIS, QIULIAN A. 285 East 146th Street It looks as if he tries to follow this prudent plan, A just say little And hear all you can. DICKERMAN, AL 712 Fox Street He's a pretty good boy. DELLA ROCCO, MARIO R. 1113 Sheridan Avenue Wlien his teacher said his composition was dry, he , spat all over his paper. DUBERMAN, BERNARD 1391 Nelson Avenue Babble, babble as you go. DE RIENZI, ANGELINA 430 East 115th Street Wlty the stock room is short of late slips. vu EINTERZ, GEORGE 1504 White Plains Road Not quite the best looking boy. DE SANTIS, PROSPERO 300 East 152d Street Step 'right up and call me Babe. 1 EGAN, EUGENE 877 Brook Avenue Always hot and bothered. He opens window. DIAMOND, EMANUEL 1789 Fulton Avenue Only a precious stone. EISENSTEIN, NORMAN I. 984 Avenue St. John A boy with such an angelic face fails in citizenship. if ' ,Page J G Pa ge Ninetyffour A EPSTEIN, BERTHA ' . 451 East 171stqStreet We've tried and tried to knock her , but in vain, For as soon as we begin to try A boast comes up again. FEFFER, 125 Grant QW How about some feffer X in your dancing? EPSTEIN, LILLIAN M. 820 East 168th Street - An exception-we'll boost her-out. e FEIN, SYLVIA ' 436 East 89th Street A very quiet little miss Who in her studies finds such bliss. EPSTEIN, NATHAN 1557 Fulton Avenue Money, money is your need. FEINSMITH, JOSEPH 1599 Bathgate Avenue He's the kind of a fellow you don't want in a poker game-he's always shy. EPSTEIN, RALPH R. 1290 Grand Concourse y At any rate, HE - thinks he's funny. , FEINSTEIN, SARA E. 37 Featherbed Lane She thinks she's a siren - But she's only a. tin whistle. ERDREICH, HAROLD D. - 744 Tremont Avenue Twice the loser to the - same opponent- 'The Sir Thomas Lipton of Morris. FELDMAN, BEATRICE M. 897 Beck Street Very cute, don't like brutes, sort of mute. FELDMAN, SYLVIA 146 West 170th Street A Oh- afnofther test? FLOHR, EUGENE 837 Trinity Avenue He spoke twice during the term. FINKELMAN, DAVID A 5 1155 Woodycrest Avenue Uh, girls, look at that john Barrymore projile, FRANK, RUBIN 1480 Washington Avenue He plays football! FINKELSTEIN, ARTHUR - A 1051 College Avenue He owns the biggest room in the world--room for improvement. fi ,sv V FRANKEL, NORMAN 131 West 110th Street U, He doesnlt smoke, , ' ' he doesn't drink, nd what's still worse, he doesn't think. FINKELSTEIN, ELLIOT 1009 Prospect Avenue . He has no vices and indulges in nothing harmful-He doesn't - even study, ' FRATER, MADELINE 1006 Tinton Avenue The baker's daughterg she has a big bun, FISCHER, ABRAHAM B. 1003 Tinton Avenue He is only 99 44f100Wa -right. N'eStfce pas? FREEDMAN, HYMAN - 1318 Brook Avenue If he gets through with school, he'll deserve his name. V n J Page Ninetyffive H: 1, Y.:e '- S s E - , a jpdhgg Ninetyfsixl i FREEMAN, BELLA 2260 Olinville Avenue Always quiet, never wilcl, . How can' we lgnoclq a girl so mild? FRIEDMAN, MIRIAM E. 2105 Mohegan Avenue She'll be a swell manager of the family budget-She's on the math team-Captain, no less. FRIED, EVELYN A. 1340 Morris Avenue If you don't give me a good knock . , .H FRIEDMAN, WINIFRED R. 1325 Grand Concourse More pleasing than plump., FRIEDLAND, MORRIS 1820 Trafalgar Place A minute man-Always prepared in homework. ' FUCHS, CHARLES A'. 673 East 140th Street The butcher without an overhead, he 'makes his own bologna. FRIEDMAN, ELI 2141 Hollan Aven. e Who wot w t M22 is found hier ? 4 ' ' Mn FUCHSMAN, JACOB 7 Q 735 East 166th Street He runs a column-so he thinks he's a pillar of wisdom. FRIEDMAN, HAROLD D. 675 East 170th Street Sartorial Perfection! GARTNER, ABRAHAM 908 East 181st Street Gartner's going to be cross- eyecl--he lqeeps one eye on his work and one on the teacher. -tx l . A J 5 'X 1 i E x 4 X , flfftx GRUBART, BLANCHE 1534 Nelson Avenue Stop talking. Why, .Q I haven't started yet! GINSBERG, BEN , 913 Tinton Avenue ' While there's life there's' hope-to graduate. GERKEN, RUTH C. 1037 Tinton Avenue 1 Giggling Gerken! GINSBURG, SAMUEL 603 Prospect Avenue Let s all chip in and buy ' him a bottle of ink. GERMANSKY, ARTHUR X. 1891 Daly Avenue The constant page-- A page the nymph. GITTLEMAN, SAMUEL 500 Southern Boulevard Yes, he acts like an artist! GETZOFF, HERMA ff . , 4026 Third Aven 1 XAs quiet as two G an bl . 1 N x X 1 9 GLICK, JACK 856 Elsmere Place If st dies were like basketball, -Graduation would be easy, GHERSTEIN, MARTIN 1808 Marmion Avenue A quiet lad, this little buddy, He never serves, nor does he study. - GLICKSTEIN, HAROLD ' 1041 Hoe Avenue ' He suggest somehow butcher Fuchs. Page Ninetyfseven Page Ninetyeeight GOLDBERG, BERNARD 3826 Park Avenue Tall, taller, tallest. r GOLDSTEIN, EDYTHE - 356 Crimmins Avenue ' 1 She's not an egotist- She doesrft use the i, GOLDBERG, MILDRED 398 East 152d Street Mother's choice for her boy. GOLDWASSER, RUTH H. 1640 University Avenue Why is the homework always done in a masculine handwriting? GOLDFARB, JOSEPH 851 Union Avenue A gay young blade. ODFRIEND, RUTH 6 1379 Clay Avenue For TWO PINS she'd be a . N A I I ' good friend to anybody! GOLDREICH, ANDREW 903 'Rogers Place Hels reich with gold. vw. . GORDCN, NATHANIEL 705 Crotona Park North He says he kno-ws , every girl in Morris. GOLDRICH, BENJAMIN 100 West 174th Street The future accountant- He counts on you and you for his homework. GOUDKET, HERBERT E. 707 Jackson Avenue Typically Morris. He only looks studious. GREEN, HERBERT 695 Jackson Avenue He's like the sixfday hike riders, runs and rides but never gets anywhere. ' GRQGINSKY, AARON 1285 Brook Avenue Groggy for short. GREEN, ISIDOR 1725 Eastburn Avenue He stopped drinking coffee in I the morning--in order to be able to sleep in his classes. - GROSSMAN, IC f , a 'Sth Stgeij s cryzlf And nswe EC nslfer- dying, dying, . . . GREEN, SYLVIA 1045 Kelly Street There are so many sides to her, She's a veritable polygon of virtue. - GRUBSTEIN, ISRAEL 1690 Longfellow Avenue He got off at Boston Road and 166th Street to give his , . seat to a lady. GREENBERG, IRVING ISADORE 1765 Vyse Avenue Why lqnoclgb? There's nobody home., HAMMEL, FANNIE 949 Washington Avenue Fannie's quiet, Fannie's mild, Really quite the ideal child. GREENBERG, MORRIS ' 790 Elsmere Place The misunderstood boy. ' ' HARNASH, MILTON S. 1685 Bathgate Avenue Mr. Knowfall. Page Ninetyfnine Page One Hundred HARRIS, DAVID, 1034 Tiffany Street Next time you run for office, write your own speech. HERMAN, GOLDIE 1225 Stratford Avenue Goldie Herman or Herman Goldie? The picture will help, HARRY, MARTHA C. 1135 Forest Avenue We know the Martha side of her,, but how about Old Harry? i HERR, ETTA G. . 1090 Simpson Street J Sh'e's always Frank, HEIMOFF, LEONARD L. I I 725 Riverside Drive Here's a suicide blond. Did he dye by his own hand? HERSCHAFT, ARTHUR 749 Tinton Avenue For he's a jolly good fellow . . . HENDLER, ADOLPH 1047 Tinton Avenue Hendler handles the handle of hendler hendily. - ' HERTZ, GERTRUDE 2707 Barnes Avenue I'm fed up on that name. Page-! HENGEVELD, PAUL 1172 Forest Avenue ' He thinks he's a 'musician because he flddles around with his hair. HERTZ, PHILIP 1505 Nelson Avenue Medium, light, handsome. HOLSTEN, HENRIETTE M. 2292 Bronx Park East The girl from the Golden West, IACOBSON, ELSIE C. 642 Eagle Avenue Adorable and sweet, ' And, oh-so neat. HORNREICH, HAROLD 785 Home Street A person who's conceited thinks he's good-I know I'm good, . JUDELSON, BETTY 1151 Elder Avenue When there's fire in the heart g There's smoke in the brain. INTEMANN, KATHRYN 1884 Arthur Avenue Her mother calls her sugar because she's so refined. 7 JURIST, MAX 1254 Grant Avenue Cal is Garrulous in , 2 comparison to him. ITZKOWITZ, FRIEDA 1307 Waslmington Avenue The song and dance girl from the Bronx. KABAT, ISRAEL . 759 Bryant Avenue , Vanity, thy name is Kabat! JACGBOWITZ, FLORENCE 1239 Union Avenue The clarion call of the child. KALT, NATHAN 828 Jackson Avenue Somewhat superstitious-always talking about the school spirit. n 1 i Page One Hundred One 1921 Umversity Avenue just a poor jish who - 1 ' wears suspenders. In 4 ,fig , ' J KANTER IRVING 1800 Dav1dson Avenue Even though his hair is that A certain color he's not so hot. e f 1 4 F, Qt lk KARP, WILLIAM I. 601 East 181st Street With this boy, life is a daily gasp, trying to beat the late bell every morning. 2111.13 is David is sling. - KASDIN, MORRIS M. I 1413 Prospect Avenue He disgraced his classg he got on the Honor Roll. KARGMAN HAROLD 901 East 223d Street Once in a while he says 1 something real clever. KASMAN, ETHEL 790 Riverside Drive Happy am I, from care I'm free, Why aren't they all contented like me? nf KASSOX, B1?'8sfAPrDf 505 East 14 th Street M94 Kassoy, oy, oy, oy. . 749 Jennmgs Street 1 Sorrething fishy about this guy too' KATZ, YETTA 1123 Intervale Avenue She ran for all the committees but only got on one-Too bad! Better luck next time. KAY, REBECCA 1318 Stebbins Avenue She's straight, except for I the kinks in her hair.. KIRSCHNER, SAMUEL 749 'Trinity Avenue There's something foxy in this lad, He's not all good, he's not all bad, His teachers he can well deceive, What is that something up his sleeve? KELMAN, FRANCES U 1302 Washington Avenue Pure, unclouded eyes 1' Dreaming of unthought wonders. . Really, we don't believe it. . ta I QTTMANA, I 2010 Powell Avenue The Lily Maid of AslqfafL0t. KEOSAIAN, EDWARD 667 East 165th Street Tour name the teacher can't pronounce it, They twist and juggle it and jounce it, And finding a rhyme entails devotion To real hard labor, my dear Keosaian. I KITZES, GILBERT ' 2068 Crotona Parkway Our idea of a friendly game . of soccer-hugs and kitzes. KESTEN, JACK C. 791 Garden Street Sure, I have a telephone operator in my home, I'm so popular. Q KLEIN, BERTHA G. 1204 Union Avenue Go hire a soap box! KINIGSTEIN, SYLVIA 2739 Wallace Avenue I All our Swains commend her. KLEIN, GILBERT 950 Union Avenue What distance he will travel to avoid travail. i 1 E 1 2 Page One Hundred Three f WWW l I E E KLEINERT, ESTHER 843 Jennings Street Jaunty! KOLATAZE, MORRIS JACQUES me KLOTZ, JACOB Virginia Avenue, Unionport He was elected reD. on his good looks, 1430 Harrod Avenue W'hat have we in A good sweaters today? KOPLIK, CARL S. 240 East 175th Street example that Morris makes them bigger and . . . than ever. KOBRICK, LEONARD 960 Pros ect Ave P Silence is golden nue 'I He is counting for millions. KOPPAL, SAM M. 1493 Hoe Avenue Who are the-Se fair damsels who call him out of the Q room every morning? KOCH, HERMAN 1052 Teller Avenue Kipper Koch knows his knowledgeg Keep it up, Koch in college. KOHL, HARRY 1319 West Farm Harry and I pas on Harry's hom KRAKAUER, IRVIN E. 1934 Prospect Avenue The boy to whom the teachers pay tribute. s Road sed Eco- ework. Good Old Faithful. Page ,One Hundred Four' ' KRAKOWITZ, JACOB 1091 Prospect Avenue I know, you know, we all know, .but I know best. 1 I KREEGER, JULIUS 2775 Kingsbridge Terrace The Egotist! LAMB, ESTHER BEETY 57 East 175th Street This little la-mb chewS like a young goat. KUSHNER, WILLIAM 1304 Stebbins Avenue Kushner is our UM. O. Store ' What can I do you for? LATEINER, SYLVIA , 455 Jackson Avenue How is Sylvia? How does she? a KWELLER, LOUIS 3132 Buhre Avenue , He was a little bad boy and V had -to sit with the girls. 1 LAYEFSKY, GODFREYE 990 Leggett Avenue 'Yep-- He's a musician. KWIATKCWSKI, AGNES 1114 Jackson Avenue Never mind, Agnes, you'll be changing your name soon. ' LEHRMAN, ISADORE - 781 East 161st Street I chatter, chatter as I go. LACHTERMAN, ABRAHAM N. 724 Garden Street 1 Out of the West young Lachterman came. LEVIN, ABRAHAM IRVING ' 946 Union Avenue He's on the sock-HER team. 3 1 Page One Hundred Five ' 1 I . X , 3.1 -, 1' .Iwi Y. .I Y M 11:3 1 . I 1 1 i I -- 1 i 1 1 4 1 LEVINE, CHARLES 1123 Intervale Avenue Stuff for the 'future teams. LINDER, ELEANOR 1485 Crotona Place . ' There she blows-plenty of oil. LEVINE, MOLLIE 843 Jennings Street Although she's .not a book-worm, nevertheless she's quite I eyefbrow. n Cuff LIPKIND, HENRY 1414 White Plains Road Henry is rolling in wealth, MM i But, alas-like a true rolling stone, 5 He gathers no moss. It belongs To the class--not a cent of his own. LEVINE, RUTH C. 1025 Boston Road . In a girl it's personalityg Ruth has that alluring charm, v Thatis why in time of frivolity ' This subtle lady ought to be calm. LIPSIUS, BERNARD 906 Faile Street Bernard's manners they are perfect, , And his art is perfect, too. I Can you tell us, Sir Perfection, Any knock to offer you? LIEBERMAN, LOUIS 1787 Washington Avenue Is he as lovable as his name? We wonder. LIST, GEORGE P. 862 Jennings Street Listen to the mocking bird. LIFSHITZ, FLORENCE 184 Mt, Eden Avenue 1 She comes to school every day in a taxi. Is her father a taxicab driver? MANDEL, ARNOLD 1359 Lyman Place Big boy-big noise. E Page One Hundred Six MANDEL, WILLIAM , 1239 Findlay Avenue Sweet William. MARCUS, JACOB 1253 Franklin Avenue He takes physics. MANN, LEONARD . 1721 Hobart Avenue A Mann's a man for a'that. ' Oh, yeah? MARGOLIS, RUTH 390 Wadsworth Avenue Methought I heard a 'voice ery, Sleep no more! MANN, SAMUEL 667 Crotona Park North 'Lou would think he is a MAN. MCNAMARA, JOHN M. 61f11 64th Street, Maspeth, L. I. The boy who shows the 'reSult of.M011is uplift. MARAYNO, MARGARET 723 East 175th Street Tm confessing that I love youu-Rudy Vallee. MESHNICK, FRANK 1411 Clinton Avenue He came to the Prom in a monocle, MARCUS, BENJAMIN 1360 Ogden Avenue First in war, jrst in peace-and first in. the books of Mr. Haller. MESSINGER, HAROLD H. 1325 Morris Avenue All his friends pass P. T. We wonder why? I l Page One Hundred Seven 1 1 Page One Hundred Eight A MEYERSON, AARON 1125 Tinton Avenue ' He must read the famous column, What the well-dressed man 77, MOSKOWITZ, PHILANDER 1116 Tinton Avenue This lad has set up a howl because - he' has never 'received a summons to appear in the office. will wear. MILLER, ISRAEL 777 Fox Street Here lie the bones of Miller, me lad, A hero as you well shall seeg He died from the shock of receiving at once Full dues from a bool: in 8f3! MOVIKIS, DAWN 686 Westchester Avenue, Four out of jive had her. We are the fifth school. MILLER, -NORMAN 4704 White Plains Road Mr. Miller is so shy, Pray Norman-tell us why? MOWITZ, ALVIN R. 1314 Prospect Avenue What he needs- Mo' witz, MILLER, RUTH 2119 Valentine Avenue It didn't ,take a haircut to let us know that shefs light headed. , MULBERG, NATHAN 1906 Marmion- Avenue A sympathetic soulg he is going to be a teacher. I . MINTZMAN, MILDRED 1080 Tinton Avenue I - Miss Extemporaneous-L She makes up as she goes! - Q MULLER, HANNAH B. 2028 Washington Avenue Is there anybody who doesn't know that Hannah is an aunt? I J' Q 5 nr 1 .ff X NA I H, SAMUEL 24 9 Barker Avenue Sam's a yes man. He noes nothin g. NISSENBAUM, MAX 325 East 80th Street What kind of a family tree do you call this? NAFTALOWITZ, LENA 879 Freeman Street Sweetness and patience-learned when she was a governess. NUTMAN, ANNE I 1549 Iesup Avenue . A loyal Morris rooter, the football team is the Appel of her eye. NERFIN, BURTON A 1275 Webster Avenue A dillar, ia dollar, a diligent scholar, 'Why do you come so soon- If we -were half so wiSe as you xWe,d never come till .noon. - NYER, SAMUEL 845 Stebbins' Avenue ' i 1 He ought to get a Nyeruhead. NEVALA, HELEN M. 636 East 13 h tr t Helen lg s Pa ' Th ou hats, wns and shoes, Bu Bron she's still loyal chews, chews. . i OFSHE, DANIEL ' 765 Jennings Street ' 1 - ' 1s.Daniel a Lion, efshe? ' . . NISNEVIT CAR L ' 9728 E 231s Street ' Plent f 'vitz -or are we- o y half right? . C XR OSTER, FLORENCE 110 Seaman Avenue, Manhattan Without the earrings she'd feel undressed, '. A l l 1 1 Pdge 'One Hundred Nine i 1 1 Page One Hundred 'Ten PALEYEFF, HYMAN 1442 Charlotte Street I have a little sister, W'ho will graduate with mef?J And what can be the use of her- Oh well-that I can see! PETER, PHILIP 892 Home Street Teh! Dunhill. PALEYEFF, ROSALIND 1442 Charlotte Street The 8th wonder-a studious athlete! ' PLOTKIN, MCE 3251 Cypress Avenue All I's. PANZER, BEN 1029 Boston Road The boy who talks baseball in the Eco. class and gets away with it. POBER, EVELYN 1179 Grant Avenue They all think she turns her eyes To the poet's ethereal skies, . But she really plants her feet Firm in mundane earth's conceit. PERGOLIE, BLANCHE . 1901 Belmont Avenue Everybody talks to me. PODRESKY, BARNEY 1359 Lyman Place The only time he was in trouble was when the library fined him two cents. PINCUS, ABRAHAM 1304 Stebbins Avenue He's so studious that he carries ' his books with him in a fre drill, POMERANTZ, EMANUEL 1287 Washington Avenue ' Always, always till Regents' day. Always happy, Always gay, PO PKIN, RUBIN 1884 Belmont Avenue ' He moiders his woids. PRINCER, MARTIN M. 959 Jackson Avenue Martin, Princefrj of Morris. PORTNGY, SARAH 811 Penield Street We all DAM her flow of words. if QUART, MEYER 517 East 174th Street li His name may be .Quart but he's a pec ol trouble-and a gallon of brains. POSVALSKY, M. 1170 Gerard Avenue He doesn't favor the talkies. RAUSO, BENJAMIN I. 1551 Hoe Avenue ' 'Ear, 'ear, he's up again! PREISS, NATHAN 1248 Washington Avenue He got a sock on the head and ' the price went down. P RAYFIELD, SADIE 1310 Brook Avenue Our own demure little Quaker! s PRICE, BERNARD I. ' 380 East 173rd Street Have you got the PRICE for M. O. dues? REGOSIN, RUTH 1823 Belmont Avenue When 'we scream fire we're never right, W It's only Ruth's red head coming into sight. s s S Page One .Hundred Eleven 1 1 i i REITER, MAX L. 347 East 173rd Street He leaves a smoke ,screen of noiSe behind him, N RICH, FRANK ' 1898 Belmont Avenue Poor little rich boy. ' REITMAN, FLORA M1 M30 Sheridan 'Avenue , .f , y heart sinks low when I behold Her name upon a bill, Because I know I won't get in- J fS'we L Flora surely will,, ,U .jj ' ALQB4' IQICHMAN, ABE A. ' 1348 Clinton Avenue 'P No wisdom comes from the ' mouth of this babe. NBAA! RESNICK, JACOB 1521 Charlotte Street Ask him about those embarrassing moments in the rifle room? RICHMAN, SOL H. 1217 Washington Avenue He kind of resigns himself to life. ' RESNICK, ROSE 463 East 173rd Street Loud speaker built in. RIPPLE, HYMAN 982 Leggett Avenue Not a ripple of mental excitement. REYNOLDS, OLIVER KENNY 765 East 160th Street A :natural born flame. .. ROCKOFF, LILLIAN F. 1376 Washington Avenue I We can't boost this girl. Guess why. Page One Hundred Twelve RODKIN, ARTHUR 1857 Washington Avenue Spare this child and you spoil Rodkin. Oh well, there's plenty to spare. RCSENBLATT, ABE 1039 Tiffany Street Q Does he know which twin he was dancing with at the prelim? ROE, EVELYN A. 3217 Barkley Avenue She must be a baliefs daughter -she's so wellfbred. ' ROSENFELD, MARTIN 4284 Third Avenue We :call him Cherry. Have you ever seen his nose on a wi.nter's day? ROMAIN, DEBORAH 1410 Prospect Avenue A The nobles Romain of them all. ROSENTHAL, IRVING M. 1141 Tinton Avenue He runs until it Hertz. ROSENBERG, HELEN R. 1888 Mannion Avenue -Aslg her why she didn't go to the prom. ROSENTHAL, PAUL 627 Fox Street The Philo Gubb of Morris High School. ROSENBERG, NATHAN 2094 Creston Avenue Rudy Vallee's offstage .noise-Sleepy Valley. l ROSENWALD, WILLIAM v. 1 281 St, Ann's Avenue The idol of his class- idle for four years. Page One Hundred Thirteen 1 l 1 1 1 l ROSNER, HYMAN 1091 Longfellow Avenue Here's an absent minded football hero who flunked in math be' cause he tackled his teacher. I RUBENSTEIN, EDWIN 1184 Sherman Avenue Pomp, pompous, pomposity. ROTH, BEATRICE ' 1725 Weeks Avenue A Rough Rider who refuses to chance a pony, 5 RUBIN, BLANCHE ' A 3218 Barker Avenue Who said that the motto of Morris .. is achievement to capacity ? ff,-'dats ROTHSTEIN, H. ABRAHAM 1692 Washington Avenue The solutions to the famous mystery-here's a Rothstein himself-live and kicking. Q RUBIN, JULIUS 392 Brook Avenue He'll give you his shirt but b he'll take the buttons off first. ROUM, ANNA 1455 Fulton Avenue Don't cry, little girl, Don't cry, 'You'll be a nursie . Bye and bye. RUBIN, SIDNEY L. 1318 Boston Road He was once chased by an aeroplaneg now he's chasing plain hot air. RCWAN, CHARLES 590 Eagle Avenue Morris Presents: One of its Hell's Angels. RUDERMAN, MILDRED 1783 Fulton Avenue She took her picture with her hair down so she could look like the Madonna. We wonder why? 4 4 c-- Page One Hundred Fourteen 1 Q RUSKIN, SARAH 1725 Fulton Avenue Not even a girlfscout and elected most obliging girl. SARIN, SYLVIA 834 Kelley Street' Slie's pretty keen when it comes to shorps. SACHS, R. 1826 White Plains Road He's the kind of a guy you have to blow. SCHAFFER, BENJAMIN 736 Fox Street A superfman. He still remembers the time he passed a test. SACKLER, THELMA 615 Pelham Parkway Please, don't give me a nasty knock . . . Puli-leese. SCHECHTER, GUSTAVE S. 2009 Lafontaine Avenue Here's Gus. Gus who? Mercy, can't you Gus who? U A4 SAKS, FRANCES ' 1310 Prospect Avenue We still have an old' fashioned girl in Morris. SCHECTER, ISIDORE 593 Oak Terrace .Quite contrary 'Teacher's adversary. SALTAFONAGIO, SAL I. 337-East 106th Street Too bad lie's not a girl on account of that name. ' SCHECHTER, VIVIAN 1665 Vyse Avenue Love bafali Booproopfafdoop. E . Page One -Hundred Fifteen at SCHLANGER, HELEN 948 Washington Avenue .She went home, early on Thanksgiving Day in order to enjoy a longer vacation. - ' ' . SCHWARTZ, JOSEPH 1073 Teller Avenue Why don't you say something? SCHMIEDEL, ETHEL 965 Washington Avenue ' Sweeter than sweet! SCHWERTOK, JACOB 883 Fairmont Place He'll make the varsity punchfball team. ' SCHNEIDER, HENRY L. 131 East 169th Street The future banker- He banked the Senior dues. SECULA, LEON 675 East 170th Street The football Star Hold that dime! ' ll SCHNEIDER, MORRIS 2051 Trumbull Avenue A Jackfoffallftradesf' The almost perfect Morrisite. SEIDENBERG, PAUL 1265 Havemeyer Avenue He studied higher mathematics in order to call his signals. SCHWALB, JOSEPH 830 Hewitt Place He has a lovely M. Too bad he' can't polish it. J ' SENDACH, MURRAY - 1050 Carroll Place Physically high, otherwise low. Page One .Hundred Sixteen I SHAINEN, FRANCES 1767 Fulton Avenue A Shainen Athlete. SHOPKORN, DAVID 1837 Clinton Avenue He rolls his order, He's a drummer. SHAINEN, HYMAN 1767 Fulton Avenue He tripped the light fantastic toe . . . and fell. Don't you think that cake is better when eaten than when danced? SHAMES, ANNA 1329 Clinton Avenuee Anna never shames her herself in marks. 1 They call her autumn-because , everything falls for her. SHAPIRO, MIRIAM B.' 1215 Simpson Street SIEGELQ BEN 1632 Bathgate Avenue SILVERMAN, ANNA L. 1797 Washington Avenue The offieial period isn't long enough to do that homework. Suppose you try doing some of it the night before. SHIFRIN, SIDNEY 868 Fox Street The hard guy of Morris. She makes us feel uncomfortable ' - when she beams at us over her 9 glasses., SILVERMAN, MICHAEL 4895 Andrews Avenue The Roamin' Scholar. SILVERMAN, MIRIAM 870 Elsmere Place l S s Page One Hundred Seventeen . E tallqativeness in my SIMELSO , BELLA it w ew' SISKIND, LILLIAN 65 Iesup Place 794 Elsmere Place objector? 'Page - One Hundred Eighteen . .-. , SILVERSTEIN, SYLVIA 1385 Stebbins Avenue If you dare put anything about , knock . . .! X . SL S ERG, DLL ' AN I. 1133 Bostlln Road The only, e iii? is' Sgqeernecl aboutflmsness in I eggaglaSs. qt-. 905 Ea 78th Street Al' lf 'l ,Bw s 's-Wylliierhsab . 0 f' , W ilf' SMITH, EVELYN 609 East 170th Street Hello, Natalie! J.. Tailored-or formal? Lanvin or Patou? fBut, really, itls Lillian smiling at you.j SMITH, NATALIE 609 East 170th Street Hello, Evelyn! SISKIND, SEYMOUR DAVID als zisfkind an unconscious SGLNICK, MARTIN 1117 Tinton Avenue Mr. Solniclq in speech so quick, A Gives the class a great big kick. SKORA, LAWRENCE 1547 Longfellow Avenue He didn't reveal the knocksg he ' 7 just tolcl the poor boys the ideas. soLoMoN, ANITA RENEE 1160 Cromwell Avenue Miss Solomon you are so wise and all, But watch out, Anita, when you fall. h 2. SOLOWAY, EVA R. 673 East 176th Street She's familiar enough with her Bible hi-Story to know that she Should not eat of the applefsource of wisdom. SPITZER, HENRY 1888 Arthur Avenue Tall! Dark! . . .? SPAGNOLO, FRANK 1841 Bronxdale Avenue Good morning, Miss Greenbaum, Any late slips around? SPIVAK, DOROTHY 706 Fairmont Place What a woman! I declare Hasn't she got beautiful golden hair? SPECTOR, LOUIS L. 1131 Morris Avenue Don't get frightened, girls- he's not really a spectre. SRULOVVITZ, BEATRICE 901 East 179th Street Who is jack anyway? SPECTOR, M. 800 East 168th Street His name doesn't give him a ghost of a chance. STARK, DOROTHY D. 1699 Fulton Aven ,COh, well, it's like thisj SPERBER, MILTON 2156 Cruger Avenue S'perbly conceited, STAVRACOS, PAULINE 898 Eagle Avenue Many a modern Ulysses is charmed by this Greek siren. .M 'PW LTI UC Page One Hundred Nineteen U I Page One Hundred 1 wenty STEIN, DANIEL 820 East 168th Street He came, . He studied., ' He graduated. ST, LAWRENCE, EDITH R. 821 East 166th Street The saint in our midst. STEIN, HARRIET 1680 Crotona Park East Here's an exceptional Mo'rrisite- she's shocked when she's praised. STOLWEIN, HELEN 1097 Walton Avenue If the .nightingale could sing like you. STEINBERG, GUSTAVE 2086 Bronx Park East As serene as he looks. STUCHINSKY, BERTHA 1910 Belmont Avenue Why teachers stutter. STEINBERG, HYMAN 300 Brook Avenue A little more hair and he7d be an accomplished musician. ' STUZIN, MARCELLA E. ' 6446 Riverside Drive When she's a famous actress y her motto will 'ber Mica, Mica, parva Marcella. STIGLITZ, MILTON 1304 Stebbins Avenue One of those great big silent men. - TANNENBAUM, CHARLES K. 643 Cauldwell Avenue All good things' come in small packages. My how tall you are, Charles. yr 1 ' l , , -I .K , ,-' TKRAS, PAUL 848 Tinton Avenue Paul has shown some points quite rare. What the well dressed boy should wear, How the mannered should appear, Why the average boy is here. TUROVSKY, 670 East 176th Street A man of his word, when the occasion arises. TELLIS, HARRY L. 453 East 175th Street This guy is a dreamg he has to sleep to enjoy himself. - VELCOFF, IRVING 1431 Noble Avenue He dances, whistles, does his homework. TEMPLE, MARGUERITE HELENE 590 East 166th Street Slightly aloof, slightly disdainful, Something of sense, almost a brainfullg Very 'much poised, it's really quite Painful . Slightly aloof, slightly disdainful. VETRONE, ANTHONY S. 442 East 179th Street . Tony Vetrone Spumoni B ...... ? TETUNICK, NATHAN 1141 Fox Street 'Yon Cassius hath a lean ' and hungry look. 1 WALLACH, LIS ' 1630 ombs Road The boy with the . Ellis blue frown. TOONKEL, ALFREDA 5 ' 801' Elsmere Place Toonkel, Toonkel little star. WASSERZUG, ISIDORE 1216 Marmion Avenue H e's funny, We laugh at him. JACK and .Page One' Hundred 'Twenty-one wrt' 'w 7F ' ' W' , H n U . ' w V 1 1 1 L i' 5 E 1 WEINBERG, MARTHA 31 West Mosholu Parkway So colorful that we are overcome by the glare. . WICH, VIRGINIA 1003 Forest Avenue 'Madame Satan. WEINBERG, MORRIS 1242 Intervale Avenue - To young to shave that- mustache. . WIENER, LOU L. 1176 Forest Avenue Nature put a tumb to his wrist So that a diploma be put into his fist. WEINER, ISIDORF. 1257 Brook Avenue Wee-Weiner, Weinee HotfDog! ' WILCHER, OLGA D. 303 West 130th Street Absent six days out of Jive and late the other four. WEINSTEIN, AARON M. 1204A Union Avneue Say, listen, did you hear the one about the Scotch man who . . . WINFIELD, LEONARD 1047 Kelly Street Our strong and Silent A man in every classroom. WELTMAN, ISABEL F. ' 1157 Jackson Avenue Not an echo when it comes to the Eco, class. WISHNOFF, FRED ' 1547 Longfellow Avenue He thumbs his way to school. J S s Page One Hundred Twentyftwol WITEFSKY, ROSE 1272 Union Avenue Born with a violin in her hand and a bow in her hair. - WOLFSON, DAVID 1070 Grant Avenue The boy who put up a bold bluff front. WITTMAN, HERBERT 987 Trinity Avenue Spring is here. WOLODIN, MAXWELL LEWIS 1473 Teller Avenue Will you please tell us why he walks with that bored air? WITZLING, ESTELLE R. 823 East 173d Street i Yes, she is an oratorg she deafened the sujfering Knock Committee. YARFITZ, LEO 1498 Bryant Avenue joe Activity is his name. WOLFF5 MAXWELL 1931 Walton Avenue- A Mat's mother every morning: Wolf, are you coming, itis half past eight. YASSINOVSKY, HENRY 65 ,lesup Place The Scotch Economist. WOLFOWITZ, BENJAMIN 623 East 140th Street Big, blue eyes-a curly blond, . Loved by girls from tout le monde. ZIMMERMAN, ANNA M. 788 East 175th Street She hides her light under a bushel of silence. 5 1 I i Page One Hundred Twenty-three ZIMMERMAN, MAX 3814 Park Avenue Good boyg Mr. Holler does'n't know him. ZINMAN, RHEA 1692 Washington,Avenue Bowediby the weight of . centurifs she stands , . . du , A ,, ft . A I Page One Hundred Twenty-four Hn Elcknowlebgement Much Work has gone into the making of this- bookg many minds have helped to plan it, many hands have helped make it beautiful. There is Mr. Hess, who gave us his invaluable aid, as chairman of the Book Committee. And Miss Strum, whose guidance in our choice of literary work was a blessing indeed. i - Mr. Shor tcin, who lent his incomparable wit in compiling the knocks. And there is MissParker, who supervised the art work. There are members of the Art Staff, Clayman, Kabat, Piter and Skora, who helped illustrate the book. There is the Senior Class, who wanted the book, and made it possible through their cooperation. To these We give many, many thanks. V THE STAFF. I ll kugvgraphs Xxx 21A -J L46--11 14 f Q77 Qfifewfwif' I7 , ,V ' f' ' 1 USWESS EFFICIENCY FIFTH AVENUE and 125th STREET NEW' YORK CITY . BROOKLYN COLLEGE OF PHARMACY LONG ISLAND UNIVERSITY Fortyfiirst Session beginning September 1931. Courses leading to the degrees of Graduate in Pharmacy fPh.G.j and Pharmaceutical Chemist QPh.G.j Graduation from an approved high school course or the equivalent is required of all entering students. Special courses offered, in Urine, Blood, Water, Food and Drug analysis. For catalogue and further information address WILLIAM L. HARLOE, Registrar 600 LAFAYETTE AVENUE BROCKLYN, N. Y. All Graduates of this school are eligible foradmission to Pace Institute -a nationally known and distinctive professional school of technical training in Business Administration Accountancy Secretarial Practise Classes for beginners at Pace Institute prepare high-school graduates for irnme- diate earnings. Many Pace graduates are now treasurers and controllers of large corporations-others are in successful accountancy practise. Field trips to the oflices and plants of the largest organizations in New York City are conducted especially for day students in the Accountancy School and for day students in the Secretarial School. Students and Parents are invited to confer with the Registrar. GREGG the World's fastest shorthand Six of the last seven contests for the WORLD'S SHORTHAND CHAM- ,PIONSHIP have been won by writers of GREGG SHORTHAND. These champions are: 1921 ALBERT SCHNEIDER 1923 CHARLES LEE SWEM 1924 CHARLES LEE SWEM 1925 MARTIN J. DUPRAW 1926 MARTIN J. DUPRAW 1927 MARTIN J. 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