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

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in lights, two gallons of bright red neon, and the hoolc, THE ART OF LETTERING. Marie Juhl leaves to the occupants of Gym I, a voice lost while cheering the Senior Baslcethall Team on to glorious victory. Dorothy Hartman and Dorothy Johnson have a gift for all language students, especially for those who have lost the ability to do funny trans- lations. lt is a famous French novel called, THE MAN VVHO LAUGI-IS. Miriam Murtechaly leaves a source of funds for the Bio Depart- ment. Oscar, the skeleton that hides in the Bio Squad room, might he rented to the wealthy owner of some mysterious mansion for haunting purposes. To the faculty, the class leaves sun glasses to soften the glare of the hright and shining faces of prospective Prospectors. To SCRIBE, we leave four extra hours lor every deadline day, and trillions of pins to replenish the ever empty pincushion. To CARDINAL, we leave Pistachio Cucumber Green, our vivid- green, four-eared, pink-eyed mascot. To Mr. Holober, we leave our gratitude and deep appreciation for his never failing guidance, as well as a life-long, round-trip ticlcet to Florida, so that he may recover in the sunshine from all that our senior term has put him through. To Miss Ficlcs, each one of us leaves our love, and the words of Walt Whitman: You have done so much good to me. l would do the same to you. i' 7 .,...... AT DUSK lf- by Fay Katz M 'ff I . 1 1, I, ,i X If I -40, l X ' 1 A U, 1 , A, 1 Now the quiet evening leans Y Against the twilight door, I look FOI' peHCC OHCC ITIOFC. I seelc rememhere melody Of love lost ong ago. Now let the day he lingering A d the feet of night he s ow. Beauty in the fading nig tp- Jewels in the sunss last ray. If l could not dream hy night in rl t w X And here in shaded quiet, xx ' CAT . ll ll xt in ,. l l ' 1 Cl ll l r it H 1 , A Il 4 I X fl' fl. 'gy F A 1. l 5 Kiki lik l could not wall: hy day.

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- XX WEAR Eunice Lugo Miriam Murtechaly Be it known that we, the Ciass of June 1948, being QQWJ sound a d IW: not-so-sound mind, and knowing the uncertainty of Iiie with Regents ahead, do hereby make and deciare this, our iast wiII and testament. To the up 'n coming members of the Cardinal Notes Staff, Vinnie If 19 as as -i i i C'-A55 W' U- ..... Latorre Ieaves stacks and stacks of unsorted manuscripts and the busi- ness card of her favorite ocuiist. Hiida Troob Ieaves to the Music Department, an ampie supply oi cough syrup and nose drops, to be administered freeiy to distressed fresh- men who deveiop convenient coids six feet away from the music room door. She aiso Ieaves a iittie tormuiaz Donyt be itat: don't be sharp: just be naturai. To the future G. O. President, Jean Biake Ieaves her copy of HOW TO WIN FRIENDS AND INFLUENCE PEOPLE. Agnes Homsey ieaves a speciaiiy made compass, guaranteed to draw square circies and round angies, with the hope that iiie may be Iike arithmetic: joys ad-ded: sorrows subtracted: friends muitipiiedg iove un- divided. Evelyn King and Mickey Poiiin Ieave to future artists, a hammer guaranteed to open stubborn paint jars. At the suggestion of a member of the cieaning staff, they aiso Ieave a mop. Claire Fitzpatrick Ieaves to the next Justice of the Student Court, copies of LIFE, LIBERTY, and CRIME DOES NOT PAY. To any and aii future women architects, Eiinor Thormodsen Ieaves a copy of her poem, I SHALL HAVE A HOUSE. Annette Tricarico Ieaves a hatbox and make-up box to aii aspiring modeis. Norma Penny and Liiiian Aivarez have a unique donation: a freez- ing unit for aii Prospectors who shiver at the thought ot swimming. They wiii mereiy have to siide across the ice to get a POOL TEST O. K. Theresa Caiiicchia and Frances Marino ieave to the Sten Depart- ment a copy of the F. B. Ifs Secret Code Reference Book to heip under- ciassmen decipher vague shorthand. Jeannette Cheuvreux Ieaves to aii who dream of having their names 19

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by Rosalie Katz ' 'T a J I love tortune tellersl A few of my friends thought there was something wrong with me, hut I just have a fatal fascination lor crystal halls. I have heen to Madame La :-.- g .-.-.. f Q 0 W CLASS PROPHECY : : w W Haseehit. But the thing that thrilled me .i,, 5 I most was the time my uncle from Scachatori, Pa., sent me a crystal hall for a hirthday present. l set the heautilul, smolcey-glass glohe on my dresser, pulled down the shades, and loolced into the glass of the future. From its depths l saw absolutely nothing except my own reflection. Then l remembered, I had forgotten to aslc the crystal hall what I wanted to see. What did I want to see? Then I knew. fd prove to my dishelieving friends that there was a way to prophesy the future. l'd tell them where they,d he ten years from now. Oh, magic crystal of the future, tell me where my friends will he ten years from now,H I chanted. Almost immediately the crystal changed into a cardinal-and-white churning mass. Then slowly it settled down. and in one corner of the glass, l was ahle to malce out the figure of a hlonde girl. She was seated at a deslc, talcing notes from a tall, distin- guished woman. A sign on the door read Do not disturh. This is the private ollice of the President of the United Statesf' Maureen Hole had heen promoted againl Then. to my amazement, I recognized the dis- tinguished young woman who was dictating as Susan McCormick, the girl who sat next to me in my English class. HVVait,u I screamed, as the picture faded slowly away and murlcy undertones of purples and hlues rose to the surface. But time was passing, and my crystal hall would wait for no one. Out ol the mist popped a small artistic hand holding a long golden ruling pen and triangle. Then slowly a head and loody appeared. Here was Elaine Weinstein, famous as a pioneer in modern typography. As the inventor of the original square-oval letter, she had achieved lame. A pencil hrolce through the mist, and I heard a voice yell. Mama, l'm 21