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

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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

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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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hungry. l shoolc my crystal to see what could have happened, and then looked to see Ellen Gerstein rubbing her head and waving her fist at me. Here was the oddest office I had ever seen. A crib stood in the corner, and the room was littered with children's toys. Ellen was proving that even the editor of Vogue could successfully mix marriage and a career. Miss Cipola is here now, and she is ready to be photographed with the Hope diamond, a messenger girl said. Rosalie Cipola of rosebud lips and swan-neclc fame, breezed in like a feather, wearing a long, black Florence Solomon Original. It was a blaclc sill: that could be stretched from an afternoon dress into an evening gown by a slight tug at the hem. Once again a violent eruption shoolc the crystal. Uver and over the magic vapors churned, until they gradually calmed themselves into the form of a laboratory. This was the famous Ger-Shore-Korf Laboratory in Texas City. pronounced lilce a sneeze, this team had proved that aslonganamis could cure anything, from hams to people. It had changed the human life span to 190 years. It was made up of three solutions: a cold cream invented by Claire Shore, a Latin herb discovered by Barbara Ger. and Lila Korf's new mathematical symbol which, dividing the two, produced the magic cream. To think that ten years before this we had all been guinea pigs for these experiments! Not even waiting for the scene to change, Florence Kolasinslci came dashing in and breathlessly excused herself, but Rogers 5' Hammerstein were rehearsing a new show, and she hated to keep the cast waiting. As she spolce, a curtain ot mist fell over her. ln her place stood Fay Katz. As editor of the Textile Vvorlcers Daily she had astounded the industry with her revolutionary black-on-black design. She both wrote and illus- trated personalized blouses. She was playing the part of celebrity now, as Marsha Syndell interviewed her for her syndicated column, ulVlarsha,s Many Moods. mls it true,H the columnist asked, Hthat you went to school with Zelda Herman before she went to Hollywood? A roar sounded forth from the crystal, and a blaclc Hash ot lightning shook it to its base. Rose Marie Stenza was fighting again in Congress. As Senator from New Yorlc State, she had baclced Felicia Phetlens ap- pointment as Secretary of the Treasury. Now she stood on the Hoor of Congress and yelled, UAS Senator from New York State, I say, if Annie Ferindiano is not elected Miss America, America will be turning reac- tionaryl turning reactionaryl turning reactionaryln The words were repeated over and over, fading slowly away. My crystal ball was weary. Never again could it match the bright lights of 1958 that it had just foretold. 22