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

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9BR Hilda Rubin Blanche Sallz Dorolhy Appel 9BI Helen Anapol Doris Goldman Arihur Epslein 9B2 Yeiia Gold Vivian Siegel Irene Coleman 9B3 Calherine Pinio Donald Bonacci Rose Forie 9B4 June Brummer Josephine Onoirio Nina Di Giorgio 9B5 Irving Siegal Vera Kalula Beverly Kesien 9B6 Maurice Schwariz William Pesce Concelia Sinagra 9B7 John Carson Alberl Scropp 9AR Marion Webber Morlon Ulah 9AI Anloineile Monlalbanc Rilo Marcus Judiili Taylor 9A2 Marvin Blumen Florence Tocler Naihan Yalowiiz 9A3 Vincenzo D'AIauro Dolores Canlilena Angelina Carbone 9A4 Shirley Goodman Irene Ressler Lucille Salerni 9A5 Rose Errico Serge Mavroili Michael D'Amico HONOR ROLL 9A6 Pauline Laura Carlo Panepinlo 8BR Eileen Horowiiz Eugenia Moros Rulh Schindler 8BI Max Reller Irving Lesser Eileen Selh 8B2 Sophie Grib Claire Sheinberg Irma Slermer SB3 Anihony Fafa Yolanda Truini Helene Marligneiii 834 Anna Gabrielle Jennie Margrelli Frank Vacca SB5 Elsie Johnson Mary Slaler Claire Schisselfeld BB6 Frank Chappo Helen Chalzinolri Paul Boehm 8B7 Emily Wilson SAI Jessie Briion Eva Pace Susan Halpern BA2 Anna Tesori Philip Imbarrafo Ida Pisciielli SA3 Helena Organ Elias Weinslein Saul Fleisher 8A4 Mary Zappulo Roslyn Rubin Norman Falk BAS S'I'anIey Wachier Edna Piliman Laura Zani ,33- 8A6 ' Mary Anselmo Anna Pasli 7BR Mary Milano Shirley Yellin Enid Zarlcower 7BI Mae Cilrin Pearl Goldsrnilh Alberl' Cappelli 7B2 Herberi Blail Ediih Lieberman Marilyn Tarler 7B3 Seymour Sfuchinslcy 7B4 Vivian Loziio Biagio Mucci Anihony Truini 735 Philip Uiier Beairice Genenieve Jacomina Tenere 7B6 Kaihryn Pesce James Pholides 7B8 Harold Viebrock Vinceni' Veiere Joseph Casucci 7AR Norman Hassman Helen Fishman Sally Samei' 7AI Eileen Bez Harold Lehrman Vincenl' Lombardi 7A2 Anihony lanora Biagio Mazzucco Grace Venezia 7A3 Rudolph Bilcilc Helen Gofifried Joan Praii 7A4 Viio Ninivaggi Irma Nishman Theresa Toio 7A5 Nicoleife Ruiigliano

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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 -

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IN MEMORIAM On a June morning our Class received The shocking news OT a cIassmaTe's deaTh. We were all sTunned. I-low well we remember Edward Krodman. Edward wiTh Those humorous buT annoying jokes, Those Teasing pranks ThaT sTirred even The Teachers' peace oT mind. Now as graduaTIon nears we linger a while and Think. IT seems as Though Edward will be wiTh us in spiriT as we climb ThaT ladder To our goal, and so as we walk on To The plaTTorm To receive our diplomas we'lI Think oT Edward. We'Il Think oT him righT up in TronT smiling as ever. ' ' . ANNA SEIF, 9512 THE SKY AT NIGHT Many Times when I'm lying awake. in my bed, I look ouT OT my window and see. ThaT The man in The moon and all The sTars, Are making eyes aT me. There's The IiTTle dipper. and The big dipper, And The sTars ThaT Torm a sTair. All Twinkling wiTh all Their mighT So merrily up There. They Twinkle on ThroughouT The nighT And you hear noT The TiniesT peep, And I waTch The sky aT play, Un+iI I Tall asleep. SELMA HERSHFIELD, 95: A BOIv1BARDIER'S PRAYER AloTT I rise To meeT The Toe A Ieaden sTream will Till my breasT: On man made wings I soar. For my G-od I'm ready. . My baTTIeTieId. The Tleecy clouds Oh God oT peace, musT This go on? Above The cannon's roar. We have no Tear oT deaTh The heaven's blue is Torn aparT By Taking us, you TorTure Those By paThs odd sTinging lead Who ToughT To give us breaTh. A .sighT is Trained: a Trigger pressed Think you oT The biTTer Tears oT Mary aT AnoTher son is dead. The cross. A vicTory won? A brave man losT Would noT our moThers grieve as much Be he Toe or Triend On suTTering a similar loss? A moTher weeping, kneels and prays We'lI gain world Treedom Trom This TighT When will This killing end? Won in many Tields oT gore Some day perhaps, l'Il Till a sighT: And when The world again is sane A yellow hand is sTeady: Please punish Them no more. DedicaTed To LieuT Richard T. Neary, killed in acTion MARCELLA SPROVIERI, 9B5 -Mf-