Niles Junior High School - Milestones Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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THAT SAME OLD FEELING Have you ever fell' a chill inside. As you see our banner passing by. The same old feeling fhaf everyone feels As info fhe hearfs if soffly sfeals And you say fo yourself How proud I am. To be a Icin 'Io Uncle Sam. He gives us fhe righf fo fhinlc whaf we please. To keep fraifors away from our freasures fo seize. To vofe for whoever we fhinlc is iusf To place in his hands our sacred frusf, He makes fhe laws by which we bide A counfry where people sfand side by side To back our boys across fhe sea, To answer fhe poor and fhe weaIfhy's plea, To dig down in our poclcefs for a wonderful cause To help our boys on foreign shores, By buying bonds as besf we can freafing equally every man. af same old feeling our grandparenfs knew BY Th As fhe Sfafue of Liberfy came info view And sfill sfands fhere fhrough fire and war The Goddess of Iighf fo be dimmed never more The same old feeling is common and grand To be American in fhis wonderful land. ' BEVERLY KESTEN, 985 A T R I B U T E I heard of a soIclier's deafh fhe ofher day, To keep freedom. deafh was fhe price he had fo pay He loved life as you or I. He was young and didn'I' wanf fo die. He loved fhe flowers, fhe birds. fhe frees He loved fhe frosf, fhe sun. fhe breeze, He dreamed of a 'rime affer fhe war, When he could come back 'ro America's door. Buf he shan'+ be back. no never Buf in our hearfs. he shall live forever. He isn'f a hero, nor a brave lcnighf Buf as long as America lives His name shall be embroidered in her mighf. MURIEL KERWICK, 9BR 1I4..

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MY DOG IN THE SERVICE Baron is a German Shepherd. noT on The Nazis side eiTher. whom I enlisTed in The Wags. Baron was an ordinary dog beTore he enTered The army. He loved To chase caTs'. TighT oTher dogs. bark aT sTrangers, chase aTTer sTicks. and so on. He also liked To play Hide and Seek wiTh us. When I was iT he'd help me Tind The oTher children buT I didn'T like iT. because he'd help The oTher children Tind me, also. Now Baron is Trained. He is erecT and ready To do his new masTer's every command. ATTer Tour monThs in The service. he wenT overseas wiTh The American Rangers lCommandosI. When The Rangers made Their aTTack, Baron was aT Their side. When his masTer was wounded. a Jap sneaked up aT him and was ready To kniTe him buT Baron aTTacked and bi+ The Jap in The neck. When The aTTack was over. his masTer wroTe home and Thanked us Tor enIisTing such a wonderTuI dog. So Tar Baron has one Jap To his crediT. .buT I'm willing To beT There'Il be many m0F9 I0 C0m6- GENEROSO MANGANELLI, '-PBR I-us LIFE WAS A SMALL PRICE Killed in acTion! SergeanT NaThan Gelber. 53 EasT I82nd STreeT, New York CiTy, was killed in acTion on March 27. This noTice appeared in The daily papers. ShorT and Terse iT conTinued in The usual manner. You may have noTiced iT, or do such news iTems hold no inTeresT Tor you? For who was SergeanT N. Gelber? WhaT manner oT man was he? In a IeTTer To my broTher he wroTe. I don'T Think I have much chance oT'coming home. My luck can'T hold ouT all The Time. He had been Through ThirTeen major engagemenTs. and was killed in The TourTeenTh. A poeT once wroTe The Tollowing, The boasT oT heraldry. The pomp oT pow'r And all ThaT beauTy. all ThaT wealTh e'er gave AwaiT alike The ineviTabIe hour, The paThs of glory lead buT To The grave. SergeanT N. Gelber ToughT noT Tor glory. No Trum eTs sounded. no pomp. The Znddcame suddenly, swiTTIy and when The baTTIe was cleared SergeanT Gelber was ea . He ioined The Army long beTore Pearl Harbor. He knew ThaT. soon America musT TighT To preserve iTs way oT liTe. WhaT is This American way oT life? IT is The way we live! The people hurrying To work each morning. The roar oT The subway. The liTTIe Church around The corner, This school, The very desk we siT aT: our Teacher who wiTh paTience and sympaTheTic undersTanding Teaches us This way oT liTe. SergeanT Gelber knew oT The danger ahead. He cheerTully accepTed whaTever TaTe mighT have in sTore Tor him. The price oT vicTory is high. This war will be and is being won by men like him. Much sweaT and Tears will be shed before Tinal vicTory is ours. Each oT us will give. and make whaTever sacriTices are necessary. SergeanT Gelber gave his all Tor vicTory and peace. In his lasT IeTTer To his parenTs. he wroTe This: Please, Mom. don'T Teel Too bad. Pa, I realize you Teel iusT as bad abouT The siTuaTion buT ou. as The man oT The house, have To keep The morale high. Pleaserealize ThaT you boTh are paying a very small price Tor The Treedom you have in America. We are The luckiesT people in The world. I say. Thank God I can TighT so my Tolks can sTiIl enioy ThaT life. Be proud ThaT you have Two sons ThaT can TighT Tor The U.S.A. Believe me, iT is worTh TighTing Tor. Be proud ThaT your children aren'T slackers. Be proud ThaT your children are Americans. SergeanT NaThan Gelber gave his parenTs someThing else To be proud of- a son who died wiTh TaiTh in his CounTry. His moTher was awarded The Purple HearT Tor The gaIIanTry of her son. MINNIE ROSEN-I-HAL 983

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A WALK ON THE AVENUE To many people oT New York, The Avenue is The Tamous FiT'Th Avenue. To us in This neighborhood. however, The Avenue is our own TremonT Avenue. How many pople walk along TremonT Avenue every day? Well, ThaT's a quesTion l doubT an one could answer. Have you ever noTiced The very odd sighTs and people along The sTreeTs? l don'T mean The Tancy shop windows, Tor They're an ordinary sighT. buT The liTTle human occurrences ThaT Take place daily. NoT long ago l' Took a walk on TremonT Avenue. l wasn'T in any parTicular hurry. so I Took my Time and I looked aT The many oTher people walking beside me. On my way I saw dainTy beribboned babies. l saw zooT suiT bo s on The corners whisTling aT The preTTy girls. l saw housewives'rushing along lladen wiTh packages. eager To geT home To prepare dinner Tor Their busy Tamilies. l saw .ragamuTfins pressing Their dirTy liTTle noses againsT The TrosTy Toy shop windows. dreaming oT whaT would be Theirs some day. OT all The quainT and curious sighTs. The one l'm abouT To relaTe was The mosT inTeresTing oT Them all. She was a liTTle girl oT abouT eleven. dressed in a long. dirTy, black dress, wiTh a shorT green coaT. Her shoes were worn down aT The sides and her long dark hair was sTraggly and TilThy. ln her Thin, workworn Tingers she held TighTly cluTched in a Tiny handbag. She had abouT her a pinched air oT exTreme poverTy, yeT she held her head high and gazed abouT admiringly aT The Tall buildings. WiTh his arm around her proTecTingly sTrode a Tall. shabby boy oT abouT TourTeen. whom l Took To be her broTher. l doubT wheTher he was normal Tor he had a glazed look in his eyes and he walked wiTh a peculiar ierky movemenT. He wore a pair oT paTched overalls. and a plaid shirT. He was ver Thin and awkward. They looked like whaT They probably were. a air oT ifiicks losT in The big ciTy. STill, someThing abouT Them. Their spiriT maybe. made me ThoughTTul. So l sTood on The corner Tor a while and waTched Them go on Their way. A Tew ciTy slickers , liTTle Tough shoe shine boys, sighTed Them and seeing a good sodT'ce of pleasure Tollowed Them. When one oT The liTTle Toughies laid a hand on The girl, our ragged hero grabbed her proTecTingly. He pleaded. Please .Tellas, go away, please. JusT Then his hands Tlew up To his eyes and he looked abouT To cry. - She shouTed' aT Them. Leave 'im alone, you ,guys, leave 'im alone. Well. iusT Then I losT sighT oT Them, sad as iT may seem. l shall noT TorgeT This liTTle incidenT Tor This sighT. so odd. yeT so Tamiliar in New York CiTy Touched me deeol . ' iTlVhere are They Trom? Who are They? l guess I shall never know. RUTH SCHINDLER, SBR , ..,--, I. - DR. iz. KILLPNN DENTI S7 fXTR5oRd,N, ff? qi s 1 L...-5 l .hgh I H 1 5 nur r-you HEJ-'I-FD ,TO,vj0AK ON Tlffjilfflf M irq