Prospect Heights High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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emergency, buf Mike produced his, gallanfy, gaily, and efficienfly. He fold me fhaf I was iusf whaf he had expecfed from fhe Ieffers from me fhaf Dick had Ief him read. I didn'f know whefher fhal' was good or bad. I saw Mike a good many fimes affer fhaf, buf only when he was waifing for Dick. l'd always sfroll in, looking Sunday besf, and seem a bif surprised fhaf Mike was fhere. l'd see him and nofice fhe neafness fhaf was a carry over from army life, and fhe loud colors fhaf were his civilian reacfion fo if. We'd falk abouf world fopics and life, and dogs and marriage, and everyfhing fhaf I could edge fhe conversafion around fo. Then Dick would be ready and fhaf was all fhere was fo if. A sudden pang of hunger fhaf always comes fo bring me back fo realify made me go fo fhe kifchen and eaf a fremendous breakfasf. Even fhen I wasn'f cheered up. This gloomy sfreak was worse fhan any l'd ever had. I decided fo play a record fo cheer myself up. To fhis day I don'f know how I lel' fhal' breakable record of Dick's go smashing fo fhe floor. To make everyfhing perfecf, while I was sfanding fhere looking my saddesf, Dick came in. The army hasn'f changed him so much fhaf he can'f sfill gef angry. He fold me in a few well chosen words fhaf if I looked af fhe seal on fhaf record I would find fhaf if couldn'f be replaced very easily. I knew fhaf l'd never feel worse in my whole life. Dick didn'+ say much. His silenf anger was worse fhan a barrage of words. Then Mike came in. He fook in everyfhing, my crimson cheeks, Dick's disapproval, fhe broken pieces of fhe record fhaf neifher of us had fhe hearf fo fouch. Then he said, Looks like I'II have fo cheer Connie up. He picked up fhe pieces on fhe floor, saw fhe name, and broke info one of his grins. This isn'f so fragic. If you'lI fake a liffle walk wifh me, Connie, we'll find a way fo bring back peace. We'II be here again in a liffle while. Okay, Dick? Nobody can resisf Mike, nol' when he gives you fhaf funny, feasing grin. Sure fhing, Dick said. NoI'hing fo gel' excifed abouf. Okay, Sis? We were sipping cokes affer Mike had gone fo his house for his own recording fo replace fhe broken one. Then a miracle happened. I was siffing fhere while Mike wenf over fo puf a nickel info fhe iuke box. I heard fhe romanfic words come ouf of fhe phonograph. Suddenly I knew every- fhing was going fo work ouf righf. I heard myself felling Candy, Oh, l've known Mike for monfhs. I don'f like fo shouf my business all over fhe place. Yes, he's going wifh me fo fhe prom. Then as fhe second chorus came fhrough, I composed fhis opening for a leffer fo my grandchildren. Dear grandchildren: Would you like fo know abouf fhe fime your grandfafher fook me fo fhe prom? I don'f mind sharing fhe sfory wifh you now, buf fhaf nighf he was all mine. I3

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GLASS HISTURY In I943 when we enfered fhis school, everyone was singing a song, Oh, whaf a beaufiful morning, Oh, whaf a beaufiful day. If was a gay, opfimisfic song, and if became our special fune when we enfered Maxwell Annex. We were a bif frighfened, fo be sure. The live fhings in fhe science room scared us: fhe sighf of hundreds of faces made us slighfly dizzy. If fook four years of high school 'ro fransform us from five hundred liffle chicks scrafching for knowledge info a class of wise old seniors. Four years? If couldn'f have been so long ago, fhaf day we firsf learned fhe words of All hail fo Girls Commercial. We feel sorry for fhe new freshmen of Prospecf Heighfs who will never know fhe adven- fures of Maxwell Annex, fhaf building fhaf housed fhe coziesf lunchroom and fhe dampesf bridge. If was here 'Ifhaf Carmela Pafundi won fhe Traver Award and became Class Presidenf. H' was The scene of our Gay Ninefies Review, planned by Mrs. Woodlefon. Miss Wifherbee encouraged us, noi' only in lessons, buf of fun and nonsense in which our class always shone. One Sepfember day we enfered fhe main building which seemed more maiesfic fo us fhan any royal palace. We were geffing fo be much more poised, sufficienfly af ease fo eaf a hearfy lunch affer we had wafched fwo frogs being dissecfed. Regina Schwager enioyed fhe per- formance so much fhaf she immediafely ioined fhe Bio Squad. Doris Weinfraub began fo show fhe skill in commercial subiecfs fha? led her along fhe pafh fo Cardinal Business Manager in Senior Term. Lillian Gilash, Peggy Ryan, and Florence Zielinski began 'ro pifch a mean soffball game, and soon were fhe recognized sfars of Gym I. Violef Manos and Ann Kahn fhrew French phrases af each ofher fo fhe mysfificafion of commercial sfudenfs, who counfered by faking down fheir assignmenfs in sfen. The academics fried fo convince fheir commercial sisfers of +he advanfages of longhand, fhe abilify fo read back whaf fhey had wriffen. As fhe ferms glided by, each one was highlighfed by differenf evenfs, special fesfivifies, new excifemenf. Teachers and sfudenfs wenf ouf in greaf sfrengfh for fhe Nafional War Fund and planned a gianf carnival. Mr. Canale sold ielly apples, while his frusfy followers shined fwo shoes I4

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BY IRENE McCAFFREY I evidenfly had a few fhings fo learn abouf using fhe Silex coffee maker, because when I looked up from fhe funnies, fhe coffee was gurgling all over fhe sfove. I would have rescued if, if fhe foasf hadn'f sfarfed fo burn af fhe very same minufe. Before I could gel' back fo fhe coffee, fhe phone picked fhaf minufe fo ring. Through a haze of smoky inefficiency, I flew fo fhe Ameche, ready wifh fhe aufomafic enfhusiasfic hello 'Ihaf came so nafurally when Mike was concerned. I suddenly remembered my new role in fime fo say, The McCall residence. Consfance speaking. Connie, came fhe voice af fhe ofher end. You'd make a grand felephone operafor. My face fell as I realized fhaf if was my friend Candy Whifmore, nof Mike, who was saying, Did you gef a dafe for fhe prom? She wenf on fo coax me fo invife Bobby. She couIdn'I' gef if fhrough her head fhaf I didn'f wanf fo have fo fell my grandchildren some day fhaf I had gone fo fhe prom wifh a boy who was abouf as inferesfing as a plain Ieffuce sandwich. When I puf down fhe receiver, I was foo depressed fo remember abouf breakfasf. I iusf slid on fo fhe sofa and began fo fake sfock. Here I was, Connie McCall, aged sevenfeen, whose prom was only a week off. The fickefs were fucked info my dress pockef, buf I was no more sure abouf going wifh Mike 'fhan I had been fwo weeks ago when I had scraped fogefher my allowance fo buy fhem. Michael Ryan, aged fwenfy-fhree, my brofher Dick's besf friend, was cerfainly uncooperafive. I fhoughf of Mike, giffed by fhe angels or 'fhe Irish fairies. Mike, wifh his liquid brown eyes, fhaf held so much merrimenl' and mischief. I fhoughf of fhaf day when he had iusf been discharged from fhe service. I wasn'+ in a good humor and had sformed info fhe room wifh my eyes closed, making myself counf fo gef over my femper. I had fo go up fo fhirfy, I was so mad, and when I opened my eyes fhere was Mike, wail'- ing for my brofher, who was inside changing fo his civilian suif. You could have fold me fhaf you were here, I cried. His eyes were filled wifh amusemenf and his Iaughfer was confagious. I forgof embarrassmenf, anger, surprise, and laughed wifh him unfil fhe fears were running down my face. I never have a handkerchief in an I2