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

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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

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J 1 x fl because l can remember any face. lt's nothing that l wish to brag a out . . . just a gift, Even il you never study another tace in your lite, loolc at this one and try to remember it no need for worry. He's really a reliable kid, or means to be, and he met Mr. Brown and tool: him home. Now if Dad had had the right lcind of confidence in Bob, everything would have gone all right, but did Dad trust my brother? No. You really can't blame Dad too much, for there were a few bad experiences that had been caused by Bob's forgetlulness, 'V V :KG MXN: 'J .J J Z , 22 ,Q If K 1 f GX lqlff 4 7.1 ff ,I I'-NX f 4 X NX . 4 - , S1 Bob tried to reassure Dad that he would be there and that there was Q f like that time when he was supposed to get Dad,s dress suit from the tailor the night that they were having the big banquet in his honor. Dad arrived at the station just as the train was pulling in. He rushed up to the man with the bulging suitcase who was getting off the end train on the rear platform and walking eagerly in his direction. l gathered later that Dad had made some fraternity sign to him,-he'll never do it for us-'says that hels not supposed to-something like putting his loot into his mouth, my mother says,-and they fell into each other's arms. Why, Bill, how are you, man?U he cried, giving him a hearty slap on the baclc. The man, who proved later to be Bill Johnson, a traveling salesman whose suitcase was lined with brushes, was glad to be united with some- one whom he was supposed to lcnow. He wasn't going to show that he had forgotten an old fraternity brother, and it was easy since his forgotten friend did all the tallcing. Dad hardly waited for an answer to his ques- tions, and all Johnson had to do was to nod his head up and down, gutlaw good and loud, and malce the old fraternity sign once in a while. Bob and Mr. Brown were already in the living room when Dad wallced in with Mr. Johnson. Bill Brown jumped up when he saw Dad and shouted a greeting. Dad practically llew to the ceiling with surprise. He quiclcly loolced at Bob. Bob loolced at the salesman. The salesman loolced at the door, even began wallcing toward it. Then Dad grabbed him by the coat-tail, yanlced him and Bill Brown into the dining room where they did some fraternity monlcey business. When we were all seated around the dining room table, Mr. Brown said to Dad, You lcnow. Sam, that boy is the spitting image of you. Yes, Bob agreed, Heverybody thinlcs that Dad loolcs lilce me. He-'s getting more like me in his ways every day. Like father, like son, huh, Dad? ll ...f-'X 'fyafr-auf.