North Quincy High School - Manet Yearbook (North Quincy, MA)

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Rockefeller Phzza : Chinatown - Pell Street: Orchard Street Greenwich Village : Skyscrapers : Conclusion : Joan, it doesn't affect your ears so much. . .up, up, up. . , chatter, then a sudden quiet. . .click. . .round the corner and next elevator. . .up again. . .up the stairs. . .here we are:...a magnificent sight, a view like one from an airplane. . .blue river, green parks, grey streets and buildings. . .a regular patchwork quilt: steaming up the river is what appears to be a toy boat some boy has set adrift...at second glance you see it is the Berengaria: in the distance the Statue of Liberty symbolizes the United States. Quiet-in the center a large, bronze, naked statue happily spouting water: French waiters: poor but ex- pensive food: tables with umbrellas: curious passersby gazing down from the street level. Silent, yellow faces gliding by the car window. The most crowded street in the world: peddlars with push-carts selling anything you can think of, a hub-bub of noise, housewives dickering, the shrill voice of a foreigner rising in native language, quarrels, every country represented daily here. Washington Square: Old greystone houses exactly alike, remnants of a colorful past. In the failing daylight as the shadows deepen it is easy to imagine the gay nineties and the characters of that age in gay, holiday clothes entering and leaving. What grand stories these grim old fortresses could tell. Tall, grey monsters. ...examples of man's mastery over the handicap of space, they make a city. . .shutting out the sunlight. . .turning the street into a dark, mysterious section. . .the top windows reflecting the sunlight seem to mock you by sayiing, 'Tm bigger than you, greater than you. What if I should fall? Oh, scared you did I? Ha, ha, ha! My main impression of New York is that it is a city of contrasts: fashionably clad men and women: dirty, half-naked children: proud, clean apartment houses: dirty, squalid, crowded tenements: bustle, confusion, darkness of streets: trees, fiowers, grass, sunlight, ponds of Central Park: bright lights of Broadway: darkness and silent mystery of Chinatown: the every-day people entering the automat almost next door to the wealthier class, dining in the Hotel Astor. Yes, New York is a city of Contrast. MANET 2 5

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M, 1 ey new ow. by Marilyn Sullivan '41 Prelude : Our hotel: Streets : Broadway : Times Square Fifth Avenue Wall Street: St. Patrick's Cathedral: Empire State Building: Radio City : 24 MANET Last summer I made a short visit to New York. I will endeavor to convey my impression of this vast metropolis. Hurrying business men and women to whom this city of miracles is a common, everyday occurrenceg visitors from all walks of life moving slowly, trying to see everything, hardly believing they are really in the largest city in the world, incessant chatter rising at times to a high pitch, then dropping much in the same manner as the waves on a seashoreg halls silent, quiet, mysterious, hardly a person in sight, deep cushioned rugs. Hurry, hurry, hurry is the byword here day or night, crowds rushing, taxis, screeching horns, speeding cars, the roar of the elevated overheadg sharp report of an olTlcer's whistle, lone man in that sea of mechanical movement. g The famous, glamorous, romantic White Way of a mil- lion tales and songs is just a street with an endless row of theatres 3 some large and pretentious with head- liners in the entertainment world advertised, others dingy, shabby, old with antiquated films, medium class cinema palaces showing foreign films or news reels exclusively-at night a parade of lights, all shapes, sizes, descriptions-outstanding, the Wrigley sign. .. all colors. . .a block long. . .flashing out the Spearmint man and gayly colored fish. Crowds, crowds, crowdsg cars shooting in every di- rection, hurry, hurry, hurry. . .not a moment to spare. A procession of shops, lovely things to buy, how easy to spend a fortune here. Who'd ever think fortunes were made and lost hourly here? Just a row of grey, grim buildings is all I see. A solemn, quiet, gigantic chapel. . .all the more majestic because of the bustle, noise, and confusion outside. A tall, grey building. Standing outside, you Wonder if you'll ever be able to see the topg you begin to get a crick in your neck. . .then there it is. Murals on walls of ground iioor- To the roof, please, - N ext elevator, sir, . . .up,up, up, open your mouth,

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Qeniud by Kenneth Henry '38 Plebeian proleteriat, why must You shun and mock that wretched soul? You fools, you know not what you may destroy, You think your cowardice quite drole. Those eccentricities you see, that . frame So loose, that slovenly attire Are mere deceit. Mark well: behind Such walls the spark of genius kindles into fire. Gcle 7a 14 Glauaaam by Dorothy Whiston '40 In boring classroom here I sit With great intelligence my brain is lit. If I sit here very much longer, I'm sure the light must get much stronger. I'm getting so brim full of knowledge It will be foolish to go to college. O' glorious Classroom I write to thee, As long as I don't have to pay a tuition fee, And when in years I'm old and gray, Classroom dear I'll think and say, What a lot I owe to you Now that my days are almost through. ' 3151 Naiaae by Willie Byron Birds and trees, boats and seas, hills and leas, lawyers and fees, golf-bugs and tees, gosh, darn, and gees, he-men and she's, padlocks and keys, elbows and knees, parsnips and peas, douible-u and z's, Ain't nature grand! 2 6 MANET