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

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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

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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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Pk Sk Dk 'ls Ik On December I, PrivaTe J. SimkowiTz, U.S. Army Corps and PrivaTe J. Libioul. U.S. Marine Corps each received a package conTaining shaving arficles. soap, candy, and oTher arTicles which are always oT use To a serviceman. There were also many oTher men who received similar packages. ' These packages, prepared by The sTudenTs oT our school were received graTe- Tully by The men oT our Armed Forces who were gracluaTed Trom Junior High School I I8. The classes who senT Them ouT received Telegrams, cables and IeTTers oT Thanks and apprciaTion Trom Them. We are quoTing passages Trom a Tew oT These. The school has also done fine work during The Nafional War Fund Drive. Miss LeTkowiT1's class came ouT on Top wiTh a grand +oTal oT S23.00. Mrs. Fass's class also did wonderTuIIy. having The mosT money Tor The smalles+ number oT pupils. WiTh The Tine work being done by The pupils and Teachers oT The school. iT may well be said ThaT Niles Jr. High School is all ouT Tor vicTory. ELAINE KLEBANOFF. 7BR Tuesday Evening, November 3OTh. I943 TO THE CLASS OF 7BR IT is hard Tor me To sa whaT is in my hearT aT This momenT. The wonderTul ChrisTmas giTT you sem' me win ouTshine by Tar, all The coIorTuI adverbs and ad'ecTives I may use To express my sincere appreciaTion Tor The grand gesTure you underTook. I wish I could walk inTo The classroom now and Tace The class To Thank you all indi- vidually. AII your brave. honesT, mischievous Taces smiling up aT me would give me such conTidence ThaT my graTiTude would be expressed much more adequaTely Than by This pen in my hand. However, Tellers and gals, ThaT is impossible cause Uncle Sammie and I are going sTeady. I assure you ThaT iT iT were noT Tor The TacT ThaT he and I are so inseparable aT This momenT, l'd dash. up To see you all and say, Thanks a million! IT is quiTe diTFicuIT on your parT To realize iusT how much a soldier appreciaTes a piece oT mail. IT you were a soldier you'cl know iusT whaT I mean. BuT I am glad you are noT one. NoT ThaT being a soldier Tor your counTry isn'T a Tine, uprighT. honorable Thing. IT is! The sacriTice is well worTh The gain and The gain is preserving The IiTTle and big Things which make our counTry so greaT. IT is simply ThaT I Wouldn'T wanT you or anyone else To see a IoaTTIeTield. IT's noT a pleasanT sighT. IT's Tull of TiITh and decay and The sTreams oT blood Trom once sTrong men, cover ThaT TilTh and decay. I haven'T seen all This yeT myself buT Trom Triends and buddies- who have been in iT. a guy can geT a preTTy vivid idea oT whaT is Taking place, Soon. I mighT be There. When They call me, l'lI naTurally go like all The resT oT us and aTTempT To puTT This war ouT as The boys are doing aT This momenT. , We all hope This mess will be over soon. IT can'T be over soon enough Tor Those oT us who have broThers and TaThers and Triends in iT. I And when we do geT back. I hope There will be some means oT uniTing every living soul inTo such a sTrong bond, ThaT This sorT oT Thing can never again. occur! So unTiI Then and unTiI The Pacific Treezes over and my buddies and I can skaTe across To beaT The honorable Jap. I remain a broTher oT one oT your cIassmaTes and very graTeTul and appreciaTive To you Tor your grand giTT. I PRIVATE JULIAN SIMKOWITZ And To you Miss O'Neill. I'll simply say Thanks-Thanks Trom The TarThesT corners oT my hearT. I am sure you'll know how much I wanT you To 'feel ThaT word. IT's real. WiThouT you. I wouIdn'T be wriTing This leTTer-cause T aT giTT would never have come. ..l6...