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

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EXCERPTS FROM MY AUTGBIOGRAPHY lVoI. VII, ParTiIIl My eyelids opened in evenTfuI Triumph and BerT M. Wesfman received his Tirsf glimpses oT This wondrous world. My beloved parenTs looked aT me sarcas- Tically and Turned Their eyes in reverenT silence. Dad. dear arTisTic Dad, glanced aTbme and Then The hospiTaI wall, Then uTTered a curse. WhaT an awful decorafing IO . Days, monThs, years passed and I passed from one sTage To anoTher. ' Now aT The age of SM I began my schoIasTic career and my Teachers loved me so much ThaT I sTayed in each grade a couple oT Terms. iusT for The annual Halloween Parfy. Then Things goT boring. All I would do was pla marbles in The back of The room. And whaT Tunny marbles. Too. WhiTe ones, wiTl'i black doTs. From infancy I passed inTo childhood. Then having no oTher place To go, I venTured inTo boyhood. War broke ouT and I was in class 8AI, so l being a paTrioTic American. Tried To enlisT in The Army. Navy, Waves. CoasT Guard. buT I Tinally wound up ioining The Boy ScouTs. 9AI found me Toiling away af algebra. arT, composifion. English, elecTric wiring, French, and all The oTher subiecTs The person or persons who consTrucTed my program could conceive of. SUFFERING A man was pacing To and fro, ThaT was my worried Daddy. And Daddy ThoughT, The minuTes are slow. And how he wished for a laddie. A nurse came in. and said, IT's a girl. Poor daddy's head was in such a whirl, For whaT would he do wiTh The fooTbaIls and Toys, And The games he had boughT ThaT were only for boys? I-low he suffered! My life of mischief began aT one, An age wiThouT a care. I used To Think iT was such fun To pull ouT Mommy's hair. How she suffered! AT six years old I enTered school 'And There were Two Things ThaT perplexed me. One: Why There was a golden rule? Two: Was cal' or saT spelled c-a-T? I-low I suffered! When I was eighT my parenTs ThoughT IT I knew music T'would be nice, So for me a piano was boughT, I pracTiced on iT Thrice. How iT suffered! Did all my Teachers agree wiTh me? Well, mosT of Them did, yes indeed, BuT once I came home wiTh a conducT of C And Dad said A spanking, ThaT's whaT you need. , I-low I suffered! And' now ThaT l am in my Teens, I Think of my babyhood, And my Tamil ? They sTill have dreams. ThaT one of These days I'II be good. BuT. They sTill suffer! ANNETTE BERGMAN. 9AI - 64 BERT wEsTMAN, QA: A BALLAD Deep in his den was Romrnel The Fox, Sand all around his deserT box, Ne'er was There a fox as sly as he. Cozy and TighT in his VicTory. BuT on one brighT and beauTiTuI day. A blasT of The hunTing horn did sway Over The seas and To The land Of Rommel The Fox and his clever band. The dogs did bark and sTarT The chase, The hunTers did ride and sTarT The race, The horses of s+eel flew on Their way, And Rommel ran like a beasi aT bay. From EgypT To Libya he swiTTly flew. Propelled by The end of MonTgomery's shoe The dogs sTilI on Their paTh did Tly, AfTer The Fox, boTh wicked and sly. To Tunis and on pasT Sicily, The hunTers rode wiTh ioyful glee. Closing in on The clever Fox, I-IunTed ouT of his deserT box. Rommel panTing and ouT of breaTh, Facing across The barren heafh, Safely reached his desTin , Deep in The hearT of lTalIy. Buf s+iII The hunTing horn doTh sound. STilI he hears The iron hound. STill The hunTers are on The chase, Their leader racing seTs The pace. The hunT will go on ThroughouT all. Soon The Fox will quiver and Tall. I-Ie can'T escape, he can'T deTend, His evil doings broughi his end. DONALD McKYLE. 9BR

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REVELATION--INSPIRED BY A RADIO BROADCAST The air was filled wiTh The i ing and a ing of man do s. The man sTanding ouTside The wire gaTe cockeidjhis head ian5plisTened. Tkilere 5165 someThing odd abouT This man. SomeThing ThaT broughT our eye back To his Tace. He was Tall and slim wiTh The sTraighT carriage oT a soildier. buT This was noT iT. His Tace had The same qualiTy in iT ThaT old brown IeaTher has. Tough. wrinkled and hard. buT This was noT iT eiTher. RaTher iT was The eyes. His eyes were pale blue. aImosT .colorless, and They were cold. and They were sTaring. and They senT cold shivers down your back. His record in The war deparTmenT read. Jon SmiTh. IsT World War. blinded by a blow Trom a rifle buTT. I Jon SmiTh was abouT To see The dream oT many years come True. On The ground beside him lay an old knobby cedarwood cane. In his TisT was clenched a meTaI ring. On The oTher end oT The Thong There was a Tall brown dog. Tom was The besT seeing-eye dog in The BrenTwood kennels. A Tew minuTes beTore Jon had walked ouT oT The gaTe and had sTopped. WiTh a deep breaTh he Tossed aside his old cane. Tom looked aT The lace ThaT had been his home Tor so many monThs. Then he Turned his head and Iookiued aT his masTer's Tace. Tom pulled im aTienTly on The leash. anxious To geT home. The deserTs oTpMonTana are lonely. And yeT Jon loved The soliTude. Tom and he would s+and Tor hours smelling The biTTer-sweeT odor oT The cacTus pIanTs and idenTiTying The various sounds ThaT waTTed abouT him. ThaT graTing noise like The scrape oT an emery board was The wind brushing over The hard sand. ThaT Twirp was The call oT The deserT bird. ThaT rurr was The raTrTIe oT . . . Jon caughT himseIT up. ThaT raTTle would mean only one Thing! And he couldn'T even see The snake! His hands groped em Ty air. Tom! Where was Tom? How could he TighT againsT someThing he couldi1'T see? Where had he gone? Suddenly he TeIT Tom's body hudling againsT his knee. Torcing him backwards. His hands groped behind him insTincTively. There was noThing There. He Tell heavily. Thrice The snake sTruck. And Thrice The dog ThrusT himseIT Torward To receive The blow. ,K ,k ,,, ,,, Somewhere in The deserTs oT MonTana There is a lonely ranch which houses a sTrange couple. One is a man who Trom a sudden shock is regaining his sighT. The oTher is an old dog who is ToTally blind. The resulT oT a snakebiTe received some Yew ago' PRISCILLA FLEISHER and DONALD MCKAYLE. 9BR ME A bouncing baby girl was I. Who hardly o ened her mouTh To cry, JusT saT in her liiigh chair and laughed all day. Playing wiTh her Toys in The cuTesT way. AT The age of one. I was ouT oT my crib. Walked To my high chair and puT on my bib. Yelled Tor my dinner, making so much noise ThaT moTher said she'd raTher have boys. The years passed by and I sTarTed school Now I realize was 'I a Tool I biT The Teacher and ran away. BuT somehow my moTher goT me To sTay. Now I'm grown up and in my Teens. Learning abouT liTe and whaT school means. SomeTimes l'm happy and someTimes l'm wild. And someTirnes wish I were sTiIl a child. FRANCES BEREN BACK. 9A I ,DREAMS Nine o'clock. The Time I dread. For ThaT is when I go To bed. Up Trom my seaT. across The Tloor. Up The sTeps. and Through The door. OTT go The day cloThes. and on go The nighT. Then on wiTh The covers. and oTI7 wiTh The lighT I sTay awake a minuTe or so, y Then inTo Therland oT slumber. I go. I dream oT people, places. and Things. OT rich men. poor men. knighTs and kings. l dream oT Things Trom books ThaT I've read. OT men and women. long since dead. I dream and I dream all Through The nighT. 'Till along comes The morning, and wiTh iT. The lighT Then oTT go my dreams. righT ouT oT my head. To resT 'Till nexT nighT on The sheeT oT my bed GERALD HALPERN. DAVID MILLER -63- '

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Phones: SLocum 6-7860-74II PAUL GALLERIES, Inc. Aulograph Albums - Diploma Cases - Phofography Schools Exclusively FINE ARTS Oils - Wafer Colors - Elchings Reprocluclions of Old Maslers and Moderns for School and Home 336 NEW YORK AVENUE BROOKLYN. N Y I 1 MRS MRS MRS PARENTS ASSOCIATION NILES JUNIOR HIGH sci-iool. IDA S. BRONSTEIN ..... BERTHA WIESENFELD FRANCES TESORI, ......,.. . ............ Honorary Presidenl' Presideni' Vice-Preslclenf MRS LOTIIE BRAND ............. ............ C orresponcling Secrelary MRS MARY KLEIN .....,.......,.................. ................,..........,. R ecording Secrefary MRS CHARLOTTE GLASER ............... ......,...... F inancial Secrelary-Treasurer MRS EVA THAW .....,.,.,..,................... ................. M embership Chairman MRS SADIE SILVERMAN .,............... ......,.......,................,....,......... W elfare Chairman MRS AGNES TEDESCO .........,..,.. ..- ....,...... Publicily and CuI+uraI Chairman MRS MARY PAPPILARDO ..........,... ...................,.........,......,..... H eallh Chairman MRS HELEN BUNGE ..........,.. ,......,..,..... D efense Chairman MRS MARY CHIANESE ........... ...,......, W .P.A. Chairman MR. SALVATORE MARUCCI ...........,.. ..............., L egislaiive Chairman L . -65-