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

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HOW NOT TO TAKE A SPELLING TEST The firsT sfep in This process is To supply yourself wifh a piece of paper. When you have finally done This, you head if wiTh your name. class, dafe, eTc.. eTc. If The Teacher prefers a margin. you fold a margin. When The firsT word is given. you move To The cenfer of your seaT and look all around you To see if anybody's paper is wiThin range of yozurveyesighfp IT There is noT. you move To The righf side of The seaT seeing The word on someone's paper you quickly copy iT onTo yours. Then To check you move To The lefT of your seaT. Seeing someone else's paper differing from yours. you erase The word and figure iT ouT for yourself. Buf remember noT To confinue going from cenTer To The righT, To The Ieff of your seaT. For if you do, The Teacher will know ThaT There is sorneThing fishy. If affer This advice. you fail your TesT, don'T blame me. Yours musT be an eXCGp'I'IOI'lBI case! ADELE ROSENTHAL, sara A PAGE FROM THE BOOK OF WAR IT was a foggy nighT, ThaT May I4, somewhere in Norfh Africa. How well I remember iT! We were over aT The day room Iisfening To Kay Kyser and his band. Suddenly. The sound of some German Bomber fighTers filled our ears. We rushed To our posfs wiTh only one Thoughf in mind. My sTaTion was aT headquarTers. I rushed To my Typewrifer and did The reporTs ThaT were handed To me. I was Then ordered To The o+her side of The field wiTh some oTher fellows. One of The planes swooped down and fired from iTs nose. I was hiT in my wrisT and shoulder. The shoT sfunned me so ThaT I fell To The ground. To+alIy oblivious of everyfhing going on around me. One of my buddies picked me up and carried me To a FirsT Aid STaTion. My sfay IasTed Three days, and I hope iT will never be repeafed. I saw many wounded soldieg. Some were delirious and oThers were paTien+Iy awaifing Their Turn To be TreaTe . From There I was senT To an English General Hospifal. Here a surgeon in an American Auxiliary UniT operafed on me. I sTayed There abouT one monTh. during which Time. various movie sTars visifed us and puT on fine shows. The shows kepT up The morale of The men more Than anyfhing else excepT The mail from home. We had mail call abouT Two hours affer iT arrived. There was always a line of soldiers waifing for iT. even before The Sfaff SergeanT had Time To assorT The many leTTers and packages. One day one of The fellows goT a Ieffer from his wife ThaT said he was The fafher of a seven pound baby girl. He was so happy ThaT he Took a gang of seven of us To The PosT Exchange and Treafed us To chocolafe bars and whaT few cigareTTes we could geT. One day. a plane landed which was To carry The wounded To The coasT. I was among The IasT To geT aboard. None of The men from my old company wenT wiTh me. I was glad I was leaving. buT I knew I would miss some of The friends I had meT There. When we arrived aT The coasT. we boarded a Transporf. IT was one ship wiThouT a convoy. The voyage over was unevenTful. IT was a greaf day when The STaTue of Liberfy came inTo view. The meaning of whaT we were fighfing for showed more clearly Then. Than ever before. I realized iT when I was over There. buT noT as much as when I saw The STaTue of Liberfy. I Thoughf of all The boys who would some day come home and gaze aT iT as I had. and a sudden surge of courage flooded inTo my being. I knew ThaT They would feel as I had in ThaT momenT of homecoming. The Torch was s+iII burning!! . My uncle. Sergeanf Louis A. Klebanoff. who Told me- These True experiences, received The Purple HearT Award. and The European Middle Easferni NorTh African Camp-W1 Ribbofw- ,. ELAINE KLEBANOFF - 32A f

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BOYS - 9B7 AHLERS, ROBERT-Girl lciller ARNOLD. HOWARD-l-lonesl Arnold CATALANOL STANLY-Malhemaiics genius CILENTO, DONALD-P.A.L, slooge CORVELL. ANTHONY-The Pool King 4 CORVINO, JOHN-Lombardi has nolhing on him ERNST. ROBERT-l didn'l' do ll GUGLIOTTO, JOHN-Always in a daze LAMORTE. JOSEPH-Undernourished LO BIANCO. DOMINICK-Here in lhe morning- LUSTER. MURRAY-King ol: Absence NELKIN, ELLlOT-Fuzzy Wuzzy SCHROPP, ALBERT-The world's 'lallesl rnidgel SEMERJIAN. JOHN--The Mad Prinler CARSON. JOHN-The never heard of boy TUTTLE, LOUIS-The handsome kid GIRLS - 9B7 BADE, ANNA-To be an arlisl is her ambllion COPPARELLI, JOSEPHINE-Alan Ladd admirer CARlZZO, MARY-Jiller Bug Girl DE SARIO, MARY-Juke Box Nighlingale FAMELIO, ANGELINA-The Angel MARRONE GLORIA-Fai' as a march sliclc NICHOLSON. ANNA-American beauiy PERI. MARIE-The paper girl PREISS. FRANCES--Class Angel of Mercy RENZI, MARIE--She always wears a diflerenl hair s'l'yle RUSSO, JULIETTE-Shorl and sweel and hard lo beal' SACCENTO. FRANCA-A very sweet quiel girl TINGO. GRACE-ll you wanl' lo argue aboul The boys in l TOCCI, FLORENCE-She always has a new boy friend VALLARIO. CORINNE-Frank Sinalra's admirer WALSH, MARGARET--Civics Angel -32- Oul' in lhe allernoon he service, go lo Grace

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WATCH ON THE RHINE WaTch on The Rhine is The warm and Tender love sTory of a man, his wiTe, and Their Three children. IT will wring your hearT and make you wee 1 and in The dlark, you will clench and unclench your TisTs. IT is vibranT, cruel, anclJTrighTeningly a ive. IT Takes place beTore we had yeT enTered The war. The sTory is concerned wiTh KurT Mullur lPaul Lukasi his wiTe, Sara lBeTTe Davisl, and Their Three children who come as refugees To America. They reTurn To a large and gracious house in WashingTon, The home oT Sara's moTher. Fanny lSara's moTherl is a good hearTed woman. a prominenT social 'Figure in WashingTon's circles. AT The Time oT The Mullurs' reTurn Fanny has house guesTs. The CounT, a Roumanian Nobleman and his American wiTe. The CounT immediaTely spoTs KurT as someThing more Than iusT a reTugee . He Tishes Tor inTormaTion aT The Nazi Embassy, and Trom whaT he learns, he shrewdly deduces ThaT KurT is an Underground leader in Europe. When The Time comes Tor KurT To go back, The CounT ThreaTens To expose him To The Nazis unless KurT pays SI0,000 Tor his silence. IT is a melodramaTic siTuaTion and Lillian Hellman who wroTe The original play never Tails To Tell a Tense and crackling sTory. Somewhere near The beginning oT WaTch On The Rhine , The hero, KurT lvlullur is asked whaT his Trade is. He answers, l? l TighT againsT Fascism. ThaT is my Trade. IT may seem an easy reply: Tor Today. To quoTe Trom The picTure again, we are all anTi-TascisTs. Yes, his wiTe said. buT KurT works aT iT. ThaT is The diTTerence. WaTch On The Rhine is a noble picTure. IT is diTTiculT To wriTe abouT, because iT is so much beTTer Than anyThing l may wriTe oT iT. IT is a musT on your lisT. HELEN ANAPOL, QA: THE HAPPY FREE A boaT was approaching The shores oT The UniTed STaTes. Among The passengers on board were a group oT children. They were playing below. because The weaTher was none Too good. My Triend and I were reading To pass The Time away. IT was preTTy Tiresome To siT around on a boaT Tor Two long weeks. IT won'T be much longer now unTil we will be sTanding on solid ground again, we kepT saying. In realiTy, we TelT a liTTle shaky. WhaT kind oT counTry were we coming inTo'? Our Triends, who were already There, wroTe us how nice iT was, buT who knew iT They weren'T Torced To wriTe so. ATTer all, people in Nazi Germany wroTe ThaT iT was nice There, Too. ThoughTs like ThaT, however. didn'T lasT very long. As we ThoughT of our own counTry when iT was Tree, we kepf hoping America would be like ThaT. Too. ' Suddenly. a boy came sTorming inTo The room. We're here, he cried, we're here. Come on deck and see Tor ourselves. he added as his eyes meT our doubTTul glances. Come on, he repeaTdi . He looked preTTy convincing sTanding There, his eyes shining wiTh exciTemenT. IT suddenTly came To us whaT This meanT. We grabbed our coaTs and sfrumbled ouT on deck. expecTing To see houses and sTreeTs and anyThing else one would expecT oT land. Our disappoinTmenT was greaT as noThing buT The wide ocean meT our gaze. ATTer several minuTes. however. we saw The liTTle sTri oT land ThaT was America. Nobody TelT sick, now: nobody even noTiced The colcljwind blowing all around us. For There beTore us was The'land ThaT would be our home Trom now on. The sTrip oT land was growing bigger and bigger. Finally we enTered The harbor. Americans came on board. As we spoke To Them, we all knew ThaT These were The same laughing peo le we had known beTore. This counTry would be iusT as we had dreamed iT would Ee. Here we would again be happy. and above all, we would be Tree. ' IRMA STERMER. 8A4 - 32B -