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

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49 THE FRIENDS by Lillian Billson flyer llie rolling liills lliey ran: Cl .gxs Down in llle meadows lliey plnye 1 fDver llle sunlil lielcls tliey rompecl: lnlo llle woocls tliey slrayecl. Not tlweirs to worry or lo Care. Yl4ll0lIQll soon llie clay woulcl encl. For illey linow llie lrusl ol C0l1ll'HdPSlllIJ. Time little lxoy nnfl l1is lrieml. As llle sun XVOIll clown lwyoncl llle llill ln royal pageantry. I rllliey wntclmecl, tlie slmggy mongrel pup And time little lmoy ol tlwree. rlilme liglil sllone on liis rurly llair As llley walliecl around tlue luencl, Ancl llley lll0llQlll ol llully pillows, Tlie lirecl lxoy zlncl louis lriencl. . ' ' 5 Il . 'X 35. Ni? X I I ,,4--X . N Ll Vs P 565 x N 'XQQ ,,, .i.. y . ri., f af J '4 1' llffil i . 59 K KB, . l S- V 553 F 1 .,1,.... 1 M .xx ,.'.. Pe x 1 ' I 1 ',' 25. '. E ...Ii F l: ..,.: Z I.' ' I ' , ifzfi-' -. ,- U . .... ,-LL J. R .' ' - :1 . 1 fi '.f - -v '. - ..g .Z it . , ., I . 3 x.-H . .Q ,n X , 1 x N E, 1' illlillxiaxwllllllip .. C: 1, THE PLANE by Eleanor Thormodsen 'lille singing engines llmroln llH'0llgll llie slay As some pulse lmeat. surging, strong nncl tlmiclc, along ililie palllways ol liglil ancl rloucl-clusl. 'lille yellow sun lurns lllis mass ol sleel lo silver Vkflwicli clarlcens, lilie a slmclow ldigliling on llie eartli. . 1 'Q 1 1 ' 5, . :Z- +'e,t-, i WI ' ' 1 ,f4,, I -.xx 4 I V3 , if in 5 H Q R E F S

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not he available until the day ot the wedding. l liked the loolcs ot his handsome tmrother, a triple cross hetween Glenn Ford, Robert Ryan, and Peter Lawtord. The organist, too, was very handsome, hlonde-haired, lair-skinned. I couldn't decide whether to marry him or my usher's hrother. When the organ hegan playing, l found that l could get through everything all right. ln the ice cream parlor atterward, we even made a a tew jolces about one another. It was tun sitting there with all those hig girls. They told me that it l had a second dish ot ice cream that I wouldn't tit into my dress. There was a round ot festivities, a shower tor my cousin, a lovely gitt tor each bridesmaid, Queen Victoria pearls, all lcinds ot advice from my family and friends. One lively girl in my class said, When you tall on your tace atter tripping down the aisle, dontt loolc embarrassed when you piclc yourself up. I didnyt tell the people at the tmeauty parlor that it was the first time in my lite that I had had my hair done professionally. l thinlc that the ladies lcnew that it was, tor l was rather scared and they lcept looking at me. At last I was at my auntys house on the clay ot the wedding. lt loolced like a department store at Christmas time. Everybody was running around, bridesmaids, tlorists, photographers, all the people that malce up a wedding. Upstairs, it was even worse. The loride was paclcing, and everybody was trying to help her, hut maliing things worse. ln another room was my uncle, having ditticulty with the how tie tor his tuxedo shirt. In the hall was my aunt, wearing a heautitul tmlue gown, hut having an argument with my cousins who wanted her to wear more lipsticlc. I lost my mother in the confusion. l just had to have her tix the crown ot iiowers that helonged on my hair. l'm not usually a vain person, hut I couldn,t help staring into the mirror and admiring all my tinery. The photographer was hurrying us because the wedding cars had arrived. Vvhen we reached the church, most ot the guests were in their pews. As we were lining up in the vestihule, a hoy in uniform came over with his brother. My ushert I thought that his lorother was handsome, hut my usher was like something straight trom Hollywood. We said a tew words to the hride Whose happy eyes made her loolc more beautiful than ever. The chords ot Lohengrin sounded through the church. The actual cere- mony was just a tmlur to me. It wasn,t until we were at the Forest Hills lnn enjoying the reception that l relaxed. There we all were, teasting and wishing the hride and groom happiness. And my usher came over to me to have the last dance. 8

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x ........ . ' I 432352 ge, em Q4 4,5 Q ' X Je Q f LIKE FATHER, LIKE sow vilkwl' Z' 'X . lf ll ll by Phyllis Klinger Q-.4 ff? ?j??iJ f -53 'f EE llgmdwif f' if X E i li'il,'Jg1lllW E 75Ra1m.sAf Like father, like son,H is a saying that my Dad never believed, but Dad is a disillusioned man these days, and he,s not sure exactly what he thinks. I suppose that my big brother Bob, who is seventeen and a senior at Bridgewater High, had a good deal to do with the fact that Dad has had to change his mind about a few things. I'Il have to tell you why. Dad always used to tease Bob about his short memory, in a good- natured way, for the most part. He drew some comparisons between his own very fine memory and his sonys. You can guess who benefited by the comparisonl Dad always claimed that he could remember the face of any person to whom he had been introduced. Bob and I used to sit by patiently and wonder. Vvell, one day, Bill Brown, Dads old college chum, wrote telling us that he would be in town for a few days for a long promised visit. Dad was so delighted that he was walking on air. HVVait until he sees my fine familyf, We overheard him telling Mother, HVVait until he sees this nice house and those two grand kids. Thereys one thing that you can count on with Dad. If he gives you any compliments, it won't be while you,re around, but behind your back he does a good deal of bragging. It was just Dads luclc to have a very important business appoint- ment at the time that Mr. Brown,s train was clue to arrive. Very clubiously, since there was no one else to send, Dad agreed to let Bob meet the train, but not without a million instructions. Getting out his old college yearboolc, he showed Bob an ancient picture of his friend and had a tallc with him. 'SNOW Bobf' Dad began, look at this picture carefully. But Dad, after eighteen years, donlt you thinlc that he'll look lcincl ol? different? Not the face. Look at the face. Study it. Analyze it. Now if I saw a face, really concentrated on it, Fd have no difficulty in recognizing the person, even if it were a century laterf' HA century, Dad? You'cl lcnow a person after a century? VVouldn't hebed .... U UA manner of spealcing naturally. As I was saying, loolc at the face. Youyre so forgetful. If you were more like me, lycl have no need to worry, 10