Robert Louis Stevenson School - Circus Yearbook (New York, NY)

Text from Pages 1 - 72 of the 1946 volume:

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Lilcmry Editor YV. 4' ' AR LENE MANDLEBAUM Art Edilory - MARILYN JOY RICHTER I I ANNE JOSEPH I BARBARA MUNSELL Ari SMH KITTY GITNIK, '47 NINA KIMCHE, '48 JOAN KURTZ, '46 ANNE NICHOLAS, '48 MARGOT ZEMACH, '49 u' I I' I' Bfzfineu Editor DORIS PEARLMAN if I A 'fvfgu ' 1 K f', QL . 4,, I I I I R ,-Q ' I Aniflanl Bzuinesy Edilor MURIEL STERN Literary Anlvifor DR. ANNETTE RUBINSTEIN 6 Art Advimr MRS. FLORENCE SMITH X 3 RJ C j N if xii gf ug' 4 'QQ 4'ff?x KJ ig f'5 O0 QI K A aa: mfs nrdxlyx 1 I 1' fb III IIIIII F' -, V41 Vt,-iv R ffm 9 dw.. TfT111,, g . U 'x 1 e e e p f W pwp f A .5 eff we Q WK f -:fm 'ff UV eff ,p ,ryv,.f J, X ' J, I -.. , an S 'iff X.. A A s I I W ,,' Q we' M K . 4 X IJEDIQAHON page 6 vm' f Eurrokl.-u. page 7 4 'J ' HFAmlNERs av S M -A 1 7 A A P9 , gf V17 AKA '1 f 5 ' .l,LL'!,y, it Simi SHOWS page 23 ' X' j I f Q, 5 W VMI? ,fig - TRAINFRS page 27 . 711' REFREsHM1sNTs page 39 V Los'r AND FOUNU page 55 J BARKER page 56 FORTUNE 'I'xal-l.1flz page 58 WF X X CIRCUS ANGELS page 60 X .., p X xk ' ll Z Q.. ff.. 2 If Q f X-RX 0 ' fa N . 2 X K' 0 :D if Nfiivfif iff' V Nfiv iNfiViNr 'VAYAV Nr-N We the class of june, I9-16, dedicate this year book to Elizabeth Atwood. All of us who knew her, have missed her very much. We are indeed sorry that she hasn't been able to guide us through our last and most important high school year. Her warmth, eagerness to help, love of young people, innate understanding, graced Stevenson's library and Latin classes. No matter what it wasg the definition of a word, college information, logorithms, passive peri- phrastic conjugation, watered stock, or some personal problem, we all sought her advice. Her counsel was always sincere and given freely. We hope that for many years to come, we will remember the things she taught us, and doing so, make ourselves better persons. Our sincerest wishes for a speedy recovery, Mrs. Atwood. 552215 Q, Lt f C f 'E In l milf fi A ll all , f Witv , if 4 I W ii 2' JFCQ5 Q X 4 9 .ptedlen 5 5 Editorial E . ...- l- i. .- CCW HAT have we learned from all this schooling? l can read and write, spell and add, but that's taken for granted. I've learned a lot of facts and theories, but they were already in books waiting to be examined and absorbed. I've enjoyed myself at school - outside, toog but that's hardly enough - and - oh yes -- I think I've learned to think. I tried it once, the teacher gave me a boost, and then I was over the thorny wall. There was my chance to soar over the tomes written by old men, yesterday's dreams and the newscaster's theory. I was free. Free to do everything I had done before, and more, I had a whole new universe for myself. just by thinking I suddenly discovered some amazing facts! It's really worth the trouble to think - so many people don't bother that those who do have a head start. Propaganda was invented on the theory that the biggest lie is the easiest for people to believe. Actually, it should be the easiest one to discover and discredit. However, if it isn't anticipated, it stays, grows, thrives, and eventually overpowers you. It's hard to think for one's self. So many people don't want you tog so many to whom you listen may have ambitious ends to attain. Crushing people under their success is the method by which they may have achieved their success. It is too, too easy to play the fol-lower, which involves no effort, work, thought, or risk. Perhaps insufficient training is responsible. The people with college training earn more than those without equivalent experiences or training. Is it because one group can formulate independently opinions better? But independent thinking is the only safeguard in the world to keep the peace from disappearing into different catastrophies. In most cases, high school helps as a first escape from intellectual imprisonment. Most people should have won this freedom today, yet the world and bigoted interests have erected bulwarks against an era of human beings capable of thinking for themselves. After gradua- tion, the ex-high schooler seeks new stamping grounds which have been planted to grow barriers and create artificial restrictions to intellectual freedom. Instead of solving problems according to their own interest, people often back solutions which support forces diametri- cally opposed to their own happiness. The answer lies in more and better education - education which should permit people to abolish the intellectual prejudices that restrict them to circling problems, instead of attack- ing them directly. The path is uphill, but when you've overcome difficulties once, the second time they are easier, and the fourth or fifth time they no longer exist. Independent thinking requires stick-to-it-iveness. The longer you try the easier it is. Real education is the guide which goes along to make the path easier, to make you try a little harder, and then, the barriers are down - forever. .Lake innerafein Art Club Pres. '43, '45, Pan American Club '44, '45, '46, Class President '44, '45, '46, Editor- Look South '45, 461 President Student Council '45, '46. History Award '44, Honor Organization '-43: Service Award '44, Art Award '43, '443 Student Council Award '45, Pan-American honorable mention '45, A stroke of a paint brush, Noise without passion, Humor and appetite And a Lord and Taylor: fashion. IDU U4 .YQ N I 4.51 l 97' lilxl 'll 'g xx ZAR COLE!! Art Club, Dance Club, From England she routes, To Florida she goes. There is one in England, But Florida?'- Who know Jn A61 , X- l Q X x x 9 Jil AQ ,Ji French Club s! elflfllle 626' 041 French Clubi Dance Clubg Horseback Riding Club: Psychology Club. A regular feller is our jean. Full of pep - Her wil is keen. Add lo it her infectious laugh. Troublex alone, are doubled in Math. ,Q ,l,'y.f,f5,Ag, L, ,, 5221 1154 e H ,. ' 2,1211 X an 3 u V I Qu ' X 'E grace gala Clam Secretary '46: Business Editor - Spanish Magazine '45g Pan-American Club: Tennis Club: Swimming Clubg Softball Team: Spanish Medal. Well hercls to Grace, With her sweet charming lace, She's an all around Gal Tha! ha.: many a pal. .MEADE gflfel' Newspaper Club: Basketball Club: Dance Club: 'Dramatics Club: French Club: Pan-American Club: Art Club: Student Council '46. Newspapers out, newspapers late, Maybe, because, Helene's got a date. Red hair, smile so sweet, Added together, she's all reet. .aKW4 ' were afgof Qoffdel French Club: Treasurer Pan:Amer1can President Pau-American Club. A quarter, a quarter is her weekly cry. Over Lord Byron she does sigh. In scholastic achievement - she sets the pace And Long Island University she will grace. xgx I X . ti' I . :Q X U, A 'K xf X K . w age, X I Y x XX - ',-A--'-.X Q9 L - X Club Jinx farun Basketball Club: Horseback Riding Clubg Vol' leyball Clubg Swimming Club. A modest rninx, She never caused us any harm Always there with warmth and charm, And yet you .ree her name is Jinx. ,n '-1: -me, -.. I., A marifyn green er? Basketball Club: French Club: Class Captain ljulia Richmondj. Could easily be the pin-up of Stevenson. Radiant with wholesomeness and contagious fun. Earnest and serious when the occasion demands. Lightness and gayety always on hand. l i l SQ 41 ff' lille JOJQIJ Art Cluhg Psychology Cluhg Dance Cluhg Art Director - Year Book Anne is clvarmin in manners and dress, - 8 For her artistic ability we know her best. She plans to write a play, WE know she'll have her say. N 41. QI I 4 W :Ib K ff 1 -R oyce .Harlan Staff - Richmond News Qjulia Richmond Her answers are precise, Reading books is her vice. Her smile is warm, her charm is sweet. Brains! - well, shes' got us all beat. D Swett Jctm Pan-American Clubp Psychology Club. Dainty and petite Sydelle is Ilffy neat, The piano she will play With eadz passing day. '90 laid J6'auAAar Dance Club: French Club: Pan-American Cluhg Attendance certificateg Service Credit Award. Her rrnzvrting glory is her hair, Her complexion very fair. If at times she' max' .went blasj Il's berause her thoughts are far away. 6 A 21? 'C SX ora ee reini French Club: Pan4American Club: Art Club: Basketball Club: Editor - Lamplighterg Service Certificate. In with a bounce, out with a boy. Corkeyis lalc but Corkey's come A laugh, a squeal, a dose of fun. Whfft does she get that giggle from? D. THU C74 N-J if oan Jccrfz Basketball Club: Psydmlngy Cluhg Dance Club Dramatic Club. A streak of lightning on land or sea Our juan is full of l'7lt?Tgj'. But when it mums lo chemistry Ohl1l1h, Mr. li0u'er is her plea. Q. M .!4l'A'H0 l1Hll0KLl1llI'Yl SllIll1'lll Klmxmil 453 llnm-lnuk Riding Club: lkulmlogx Kllulmz lllznss Il'l'2lNlll'l'l' 5155 Assistant l,lll'I2lll l-.dilrrr lI'rIl lluxvwrl, jzrrltx' l.nw1l mul lrur. 'I'l1ul'.s our 'l'1'nx', Au u'lml'.s new! lun Ilimk. -. r Q 4 geI'fI'UJe CSZEIQJOII French Club: .l'an'American Clubg Darice Cluhg Meritorious Service Award Qlforesl Hills High Schoolj. Playing the piano is her ment She likes the rlassir and the sweet, Her future life - a career or a man, Whatever it is, we know Gertrude can. X ,E L X' 5 v , Z gafgafd Millie! Art Clubg French Club: Dance Club, Dramatic Clubg Student Council '45. Bobby in jeans Is all for Art. Her talents teem From her feel, hands and - heart. 1 C , N Caro! Walk? Horseback Riding Club: Dance Club: Dramatic Club, French Club: Vice-President Class '46. A bit of poise, a dash of charm, A quirk tongue that does no harm, A little nylon, a bit of lace, All behind that pixie fate. N U it arid lgearfman Art Cluh: Horseback Riding Club: Student Council '46g Business Editor - Year Book. She keeps her glasses tucked away, In srhaol affairs she has her say. In jeanx, and morcasins she's on the beam, But she's nu! the tumlioy xhe may seem. X O , ., ci wilt' figxxdfw rl 4 A 7 , ,Q I X I cally KH QCIIJIJGIQOFI llimi-lurk Ruling Klluhz Dramatic Clubg Danc- ing I lulv' ht flulu' Hlhktlllllll Club lilu IN n lnxxlnx in haul In undefslan tim fhmk lhur ull Ilun is lu her is clothes and mum u num lillllllll Ihr mmf! um he quick clear and quite discerning. 4 ,lf X V l I ' ' x v A d LLXi5 1 l . . , P ,R . IQFW? Xi' lf 1 I I- ' ll '1 Ill ll -1 ' -' 't d ,N H ll lllllllll. I I II , ICM IS 31716671 y all Ps. ' K' 4' X. X I . Q .h l l . . .NX t X f , X, N Nw x:NX ' if 1 r 91 , X , r 1 e z J , 4Xx QD madfgn lgchfer Dance Clubg Basketball Clubg French Clubg Art Club: Student Council '46g Art Editor - Year Book. Big green eyes and as you can see, joy ha.: quite a nice - personality. A little hit eccentric, but, oh so sweet, A charm with which no one can compete. QQ r w Sue QOQHIQI' Art Club. Little Sue with eyes of blue, Better late than never. To Schrafft's she is ever true, And art is her endeavor. X X A X 1-' 'gn X , ' be X 5 XQ ' .ff 5. in srl, x .-M - lp Jil f X f Oan Sa 620100 Psychology Club: Basketball Cluhg French Club: Poetry 8: Creative Writing Clubg President - Dramatic Club: Class President '44: Treasurer Student Council '46g Assistant Editor - Year Book: English Medalg Honorable Mention - History. joanis namr ynu'rr sure to see Aplashed arrosx a theater marquee. The look the voice can't compare With our loanie of the braided hair. A is arifyn lgowman French Club: Art Clubg Psychology Club A stylish girl with lots of grace, With a new pair of glasses in her msc. To be a buyer is her aim, In this field she will make her bid to lame. 5 egina abberman Pan-American Clulmg Art Cluhg Dramalics Club: Latin Club. lilarh hair slreamiug, full of fun, From llighlanfl Mmmor she rlid came. lx u college degree her aim, 01 could il be a change in name? f' 11 WI urie! Siem Dance Club: Basketball Club: French Club Horseback Riding Club: Assistant Business Edi tor - Year Book. Questions mme thick and fast, When Mickey is in1Geometry class. Hur as soon as class is out lt's Mickey's turn to lead the rout. Fw , 7 1 lah: min fraug Psychology Club: Dmmatics Club: Latin Cluhg Secretary Student Council '46g Treasurer Stu' dent Council '4G: Editor - Year Book.. Iffr in home room, mad ax she ran lie, Thinking of a year hook she thought sl1e'd never see. HW Iiaharilmlf' We made il! Rita Weintraub. 2 , t 'dk' f 5 O ' w ,C I AE, im B C-or 'N c , L fr 2 'I UQ ,Quik miner French Club: Dance Club: Vice-President Stu ilcnt Council '46. Ruth had dignity that this ditty, Can't explain - it's the same As her warm and lovely eyes, Laughing, yet so very wise. D sl A X Q. X K x - 0 x xxN N I ' B 9 wsu Y L C N 41 i XXX e 32 C tl h XWQ.KuQgf 'T We YJ 'lf X XX f AX 1 l Q V l Jetta 'MW French Club: Art Club: Psychology Club Hereis to intelligent, quiet Helene, To us a mystery she does seem. Well integrated to knowledge xlze holds, But her ambition is to wear a hand of gold. fn bu l x 1? i R. N: .Heine llfllnfclag Psycllology Clubg Art .Xwa H S 'Nj To be a vel is hw' aim, l A I lrml Qlmluslrial Art IA ll'e'rl like to be llze dug .slm'lI train. A .llllllfl tongue, Il mind llllllxl quirk, And in lilo Alle doe: click. yan mttman Psyclmlogy Clulmg Dramulics Clubg Latin Clulap Lampliglulcr. Ginger lcnrmus many relelrritirs The .Sunuuy IQIIYPA. the Gyjuy Ruse Lees. Ilrr tripx lu Cnmulu bring lllufll .S'IlliAflll'li01l, lil' umltlw, ll lmt'x the big attraction! X gs C . ,Q 7 QWNHQQ 41, Agua i ing 14, Q Q Fgivmi G A X UPQQSU G U G. 5 xwk J G J ., if J 13,50 Q G, X Lf X 5 UQ Q ,W ,B Q Q DAKEXQ Snot Saws Step right up folks. Get your tickets here for the side shows. That's right! Everyday, ninth period the Student Council conducts a tour. Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Get your tickets! Here you are. The Student Council's in session . . . someone pops in with a couple of f'Wi7 , dl I 7 ofa? Di X 463 Hershey bars for the members and Hits out Ztros U 4 again. Deedie drapes her legs around the chair- W' man's chair and waits for the late comets to tricle in. Rita scoots in loaded down with vari- ous papers, reports, receipts, and a harassed expression. 550 C I 9 'GED Doris Pearlman is, as usual, excited over 5 something. Roz tries to remind us of that X' foreign thing called parliamentary procedure, CJ ll l' a and Ruth suggests that everyone except the if X chairman-SHUT UP! For all the lack of order, which is slowly driving our treasurer, Rita, mad, this year the Council has a full program for the term. A swimming party in March, a baseball game in May and a theatre party in june. The Student Council also has been getting its name in print with the cooperation of the Lamplighter's Editors. The noisy arguments between Ruth and Doris, and Doris and Rita, and Rita and Deedie C who, being chairman, should keep her opinion to herself but never doesl take up a lot of time and energy, but after a term on the Stevenson Council you learn one thing, if nothing else--the value of a sense of humor, especially in politics. . 4. Now folks, here we are at the truly All-Ameri- I can Game with a Stevenson branch just started this year! Yes Sirruree! It's basketball! It's a popular game. You don't need a million players -ss Z4 X and all kinds of equipment. No, just five girls 'Aw ,V QM with hustle and coordination. That's right! You, ' 1.-'D -..-f K,G. too, can join and play. The Stevenson's team is 2: hopping. Next term, you'll see their trail blazed in shining lights. The Dramatic club meets Tuesday and also Thursday. It has eight very ardent members and a swell coach, Miss Lynn. They haven't . put on a play yet, but the Dramatic c1ub's been busy getting ready. The ambitious Junior High , School members Cthere are seven in ith are , , r determined to keep things swinging. They've ..--1 studied improvisations and report, DeHnite progress! Next term, who knows? maybe a Stevenson First Night. ' A5 -EN 2'I'?, 1 if :ilk - .PL i gg., flax , B Up we go! The fourth floor! Yes, every- thing's in a flurry. Papers are Hying, type- ag' ffi 1 writers banging and everyone's rushing. It's the ' e e qwg, ,of ,ff A newspaper ofiice! 'i yrT .X Z? Articles are being stenciled, and the smell -fsgfflhiygs yn, of correction Huid possesses the air. In the K 1:49 corner Helene inks the mimeograph machine, ! ' EQ, I' H, ' and Sue hurriedly rewrites the gossip column I, . - .w mi to keep. it up to date. Should you use the 1 7 k to KX I preposition to or into Cora yells. And how Ei A Q can I concentrate, if you're shouting? L ' fs' ' f ' Cora's desperate! What did Sydelle do with - , I e gl the m1meograph.ink?.Where's Ginger and joan . . . that interview!!! How can I do DY! page four. SIDE SHOWS Bea tries to fit the giant comic strip to the small stencil and someone else runs for. the book on how to do it. It seems hopeless--but it only seems so. The first issue of the Lamplighter came out! Now, Cora's working at a tradition of monthly Lamplighters - always on time. Monday afternoon, the show goes up to the gym. A group of prospective Pavlovas are ready. Miss Broughton says cheer- N ..- ily, All right girls-and over, one, two, three, and up, and over, one, two, three . . After the creaking of rarely used ,C jf aff! ii' I back bones subsides, Miss Broughton, not a hair out of place, 'V V. fgllf SX smiles at our accompanist and says, Plieses Beckie-appro- Ml N, xxx I 'gl ll, . priate music, please. Groans are quickly hushed up, and one -, I ,, , i by one, eyes now bleary, hair mussed, clothes coming apart, f px the girls Cpoor thingsb go through the rigamarole of the If .gk me successful prospective dancers. Finally floor work is over, and ag 'Sy everyone is free to perfect the dance, to be presented at the end of the term. The dancers gather together, the music starts and they're off. But instead of a well danced, equally danced ballet, we are having a mad race to see who can finish first. Miss Broughton, with a wild glare in her eyes, breathes heavily. Once again, and this time perfect . . Again the girls gather together, ring an imagi- nary gong and are off. This time jean controls herself, Marilyn keeps her toes pointed and Barbara doesn't forget that it is a pirouette at the end not a grand jetee. The club goes through it a couple of times more and at last with satisfaction gleam- ing all over her, Miss Broughton bids us farewell until next week. GLA ' Y ' ' a h d life! But think muscles!!! Lots of new bi stron Q , , es its ar , , g, g x' ., muscles for the dance club. Ji ' The year book- ple-ese let's start the year book . . . Let's go sketching in the park. F '-l There's an exhibition at the Modern Museum. I ' What about a bazaar. Il l That was a lovely tea. T The Spanish club needs a series of water colors for their as- ' ya-'X' sembly. Dr, Rubinstein wants a few more posters. The Latin Club loved those caricatures we did. P1ease! the Year Book! The art room hidden behind the glorious efforts of past classes, the tables cluttered with embryo masterpieces of the present classes. The art room-council chamber for most of the school assemblies, plus the all important Cand slightly hecticj Year Book staff. This is Mrs. Smith's kingdom - every Tuesday afternoon she holds Court - Art Club is in session. In two hours she tries to carry out all the plans and responsibilities that have been left in the art room during the past week. This year a peak was reached with a fashion show-the whole school fincluding the Art Club who spent days decorating, and practising their Gait J agree it was a super- SUPER event!!! Yes, there's a lot to see in Stevenson. Up stairs in the Spanish room, the most beautiful room in Stevenson Qof course, except for Dr. Rubinstein's new office! the Pan- s,,,.- American Club meets. Yes sir, you're right! that's the current events forum, emphasis on Spain and Pan-America. 16 fad! WJ? gil l 114, m '.,-5,i'- ' 9. ff ,.-lg: ' ' , - .' g,M. For weeks and weeks the whole Spanish department W X a. x worked. Deedie, I really think you should try those il- ff' ll 5:2 lustrations again. joan, did you write the narrative. .31 ll What! Someone can't dance? She sprained her ankle! Can we dance in long dresses? Did everybody read ' z 5yEu.r' the letters? We really ought to do something to help Spain get rid of Franco. Yes, I know, atter that Pan-American tribute to Gatcia'Lorca, we've really got to do something. Okay give me a can, too. So Stevenson pitched in, on corners, at subway sta- SIDE SHOWS tions and. at school they collected money. What success! See how heavy the cans are. Why mine's filled, too. There's fun in the Pan-American Club, too-a trip to see Open City and visits to museums and Spanish restaurants. You can't laurels. say the Pan-American club is sleeping on its Three cheers for next year and an orchard full of apples for Miss Levy! Right here, next door is the light of classical learning! Don't worry sir, you can't blow it out. The Latin Club is new and strong! It's this term's baby. It has twelve members fthe whole Latin departmentj who put their braided heads together to wrangle a new trick from the Sibyls. They're successful all right! . -41 -' ul' IF., X .V :fix I gif sg. ' l 1. All N0 J wp :K X-.,. B' ,VI . C'mon girls we've an assembly next week. How about some rehearsing? Yes, I've. been thinking with I-Iic, Haec and Hoc and be a success. All we need is some practice. Where are the togas. Don't tell me you Six Lessons From Madame La Pollin we'll forgot the passive periphrastic conjugation! Well, we'll just trust to the Vestal Virgins, Good Luck! That's how it went and was the assembly I just simply howled! a success! Why it swept me off my seat! This way folks! Sorry you'll have to walk! The elevator stops at three o'clock. It's just a few steps down three flights of stairs. ll! That's right! just take those stairs to the second floor. Yes sir, it's 5' 7,3 the second door on your left-The French Club. ' Bonjour Madame. Comment allez-vous? Well let's get down , .N to work. Un sou dans la banque. Ici on parle francais. And so it goes. After all the money goes to the year book. But I'm not S Q' a senior yet. Study yoiir French . . . et puis . . . Dictation, s'il vous plait. Where does Madame collect those K 3 hilarious anecdotes? Why can't gym be like this? Madame, , 23 MB I've got my money for stamps. Madame Ive finally. brought those 0 C clothes for Yugoslavia that Ive been promising you since the begin- ning of the term. It's the second box we've filled already. Work goes on and on and on . . . the stories come in, the art works finished and some- one's written her article over for the eleventh time. Finally, Un Petit Coin De France is finished. Hurrah, let's celebrate! Margot, I know a swell place for French pastry. Hurry up! Depechez-vous! Vite! Vite! Folks! How about a trip to Central Park? the grass is green, the bridle path is dry and the horses are rarin' to go- and so are the Stevenson girls. Carol hurries ahead with Claire, It's almost live o'clock girls. We can't be late again. Remember that instructor last week. He was terrible-always yelling and he almost fell off his horse. I don't think he'll come with us again. I'm not staying in the rink. I didn't fall off last week, so I think I can go out. ' I ,V V I I 'tt i IS I ' :fi . F27, D f:'l ' T lx - VL, , p X ' .xx u X aff 1' 'll I l 1 I I . f I if Rn. Girls it's five to five. Here's the Claremont. Where's Bobbie's ticket, I'm broke. You lost your ticket. Did you look in all your pockets? Three good rides gone down the sewer. Oh that wind! Doris here's your crop. Oh! look over there, Claremont's Esquire Iiwish he'd take us out. Doris be good today- no jumping, no galloping. Remember that handsome cop. Girls a trot please, nice and slow. Jinx, please, we ride in two's. One more canter, then we go in. Gee, it's the first ride I didn't fall-not even once. Now I think I can ride. Why I'll go to a ranch this summer. fContinued on page 375 -DR. ANNETIE RUBINSTEI Dr. Rubinstein, our English teacher and principal, also holds many other important jobs. She's chairman of the West Side Child Care Council of'Greater New York, lecturer, and one of the founders of the Anti- Fascist Refugee Committee. She studied at home until the seventh grade, and one of her earliest tragedies was being qualified to enter the eighth grade, and being too young, was refused on the trumped up charge of not knowing French. But to this day she maintains that it was unforgivably unjust since most of the other children didn't know French either. This was two strikes against the school already. She ,entered the Woodmere Academy-stayed there until her senior year, then went to Lawrence High for one year-N. Y. U. for four years. While working towards her Doctor's at Columbia, she was a philosophy instructor at N. Y. U. She was only nineteen when she was called on to substitute in a philosophy class, where the average student's age was about twenty-four. She was terribly afraid that they wouldn't take her seriously and when anxiously asked the outcome, she modestly answered, But they did. She considers. her outstanding incident of this period, the time when she wrote a term paper in Limericks after having dreamed through a course in History of Philosophy! Next followed a job in the Department of Welfare-but after one year she decided to go back to teaching and in 1954 she became principal of R. L. S. She has one tremendous passion-Shakespeare. After being in her English classes for many, many months and hearing her quote profusely from Shake- speare, Browning, Dickinson, Keats, and almost every other, even half way decent writer, we are aghast, if she doesn't remember some remote line. But that's her fault-she trained us wrong. Our amazing Dr. Rubinstein has, however, one serious incompetency, she can't carry a tune. Z Mn? WLlJf0I' . lf' - ,rf . -M - WJ E l Q tvgpiiwymgm It .1 'lim' .W 'U'll1l7 i r 5 flaw, ' Y 4 C W it p at I ...ll . 'vi . 1-M lwvlwm uuluu fli XA X A 4 1 Y' 3 nUl7'3FTTIl'Mi:'t11iN1ff2'?YifiNntP .uiilinLcil1llllll ginihe gardier Madame Barbier, for a number of years has had charge of the French department in our school. Her taste, her thought, and even her manner of speech is reminiscent of her native land. When one says she is French, one does not imagine or picture any one specific characteristic. But France as a nation has always been distinguished, and its people have always carried that distinction into their Own way of life. As chairman of the Summer School City Wide French Committee, she prepared the syllabi and has been writing all the examinations. Madame Barbier is also founder of our French Magazine Un Petit Coin de France, which has been published annually for the past nine years. She is now completing a French text-book, that will be of great assistance to students preparing for college entrance examinations in French, especially for those carrying an accelerated program. Madame is also an accomplished pianist and she has sung professionally in Paris. One of her pleasur- able pastimes is the collection of antiques and news- paper clippings. As a teacher she brought France into the classroom. She is sincere and conscientious and whatever she undertakes she does with an energetic and complete wholeheartedness, such as war bond drives, and campaigns to provide food and clothing for war torn countries. w..i.fsmi, Somehow it would be very difficult to picture Stevenson without Miss Silsby. Not only has she been here a long time falmost nine yearsj but if any of the girls need anything or want to ask a question fno matter how trivial or great it may bel the first person they go to is Miss Silsby. This year the school has undergone a few minor revolutions C among them a new beautiful office for Doctor Rubinsteinj. One of the most important changes was the promotion of Miss Silsby to Assistant-Principal. It doesn't really change her duties too much fexcept that she has a very able new assistantj, but it is a rather nice title that she certainly deserves. Miss Silsby went to St. johnsburg Academy in Vermont - then to Wfellesley College where she majored in Biblical History and Spanish. She tried teaching awhile, but abhored it, then she studied secretarial work in Boston. Her jobs varied from a job in a California bank to a Secretarial job inChina! She spent a few wonderful years in China then came back to the United States via the Suez Canal and traveled through Italy and France. fSomeday she hopes to go back to China for a visitj. Another thing she'd like to do is take an airplane trip fnever been up in onej. Miss Silsby has always preferred working in schools and is very fond of Stevenson. Miss Silsby, we hope you'll remain here for a long, long time. eff mffaef Bower I sharpened my pencil and wandered into the Bio room. After all, it should be nice to have a jump on the gossip about the new science teacher. I sat down opposite Mr. Bower -- no he still wore his navy uniform flieutenantj. I wondered but then came down to earth. What school did you go to? and then what did you do? A B.S. at N. Y. U. and an M.A. at Columbia, then I worked for the U. S. Coast Geodetic Society in San Francisco and taught science on the West Coast. Finally, the navy - the Pacific fleet. Mr. Bower was on the carrier, the U.S.S. Independence in photo- graphic intelligence. Besides analyzing pictures, Mr Bower collected about 1,500. We saw some - they were fascinating. I was thinking After the navy, teaching must seem quiet and dull. But Mr. Bower assured me that he preferred teaching. Teaching is a challeng- ing occupationf' he said. People are interesting. Mr. Bower also has an orientation class - a pet project of his. In fact Mr. Bower said, Orientation is vital - everyone should take it. Through such a course the problems become crystallized and it helps people select an occupational field. It helps you to understand people too. ,. -V ,f ' .M ' f Shri? dJ7rougLfon Every Monday afternoon at Robert Louis Steven- son you have surely seen groups of staggering females shufliing up to the gym to trip the light fantastic fan' l do mean fantastic, with an occasional tripb. The reason for all this is our very attractive dance teacher, Miss Shirley Broughton. She is an Alumna of Bennington College in Ver- mont, where she finally decided to become a dancer. The necessary requirements for a dancer are rhythm and coordination but there must be that unde6nable something declares Miss Broughton. She has studied under the supervision of Honya Holm and Martha Graham. She likes the dance drama, which is the new type of theatre Martha Graham developed. She believes that modern dance offers the basis for a better vocabulary, better suited to express emotions than some of the, more classical forms of dance. If time would permit, I could go on because Shirley Broughton is a very interesting and wonder- ful dance teacher. There's just one thing we can't understand - why is she so forgetful - or is it just spring fever? ouia 6401605 Louis Chacos is our basketball coach. He speaks with a southern drawl, having been born in Rich- mond, Va. He majored in physical education at the University of Maryland. He gained a lot of his ex- perience in different high schools. The Army inter- rupted his career for two and a half years, but there too, he benefited by his experience. He was a part of the very vital reconditioning program. Recently discharged from the army, he is now working toward an M.A. degree at Columbia University. He intends to study administration, and physical education for two more years, eventually getting his Doctors' and then going on to be a college administrator. He believes that anyone who has gone through life without ever experiencing the pleasure deemed from physical activity, has not had a full, enjoyable life. By physical activity he means anything from football to dancing. Mr. Chacos has coached the girls this term, only in basketball. However, future plans for the club include golf and tennis instruction. Q0ur Mr. Chacos' athletic talents are variedj. The basketball club which meets every Monday afternoon is one of the most popular clubs in the school, and Lou Chacos, with his modest soft spoken manner, is really a favorite among the girls. if X gb-i ia Wx -I it vb. I 'O' AR i we 4' 5 7.2. min. 1' ,asf llI'gaI'0f jdffeff I don't know - I was supposed to interview Miss Levy at 3:00 Wednesday afternoon. Here it is 7:00 Wednesday evening and I've interviewed Miss Farrell - librarian and teacher of junior High School com- position. lt started in the Griddle. Miss Levy and I were thinking up what I should ask, when Miss Farrell swooped down upon us. Every question Miss Levy tried to answer -- Miss Farrell beat her to it. This went on for about an hour - so Miss Levy finally made a very sensible suggestion - why not interview Miss Farrell? O.K. - that's fine - so what happens? lfask Miss Farrell the whys and wherefores or her li e. On jazz - Miss Farrell is definitely a purist - Dixieland, Chicago and New Orleans - hesitates a bit over Bessie Smith and the best man on drums is Sid Catlett - Pinetop Smith's O.K. and Eddie Con- don's gang is tops - loves Bix Biederbecke's .Bottom Blues. l'm a believer in classical jazz - not swing. Miss Farrell has an amazing store of quotes - which she distorts to advantage. Freedom's a thing that has no ending It needs to be cared for lt needs defending It's a great long job for many hands Carrying freedom across the land and Miss Farrell added - across many lands. Ji ian cally There are two outstanding things about Steven- son's pupils in reference to Miss Levy: they're ter- rifically loyal to. her and are willing to work very hard at her request fassemblies, etc.J Miss Levy not only teaches us Spanish, she also conducts drives for the Spanish Republican Refugees, takes us to Span- ish movies, and restaurants, and museums, puts on Pan American Assemblies, and sells cakes for the benefit of the junior Homeroom. She went to Eastern District High School and Brooklyn College where she received her B.A. fSpan- ish major-Education minorj. After graduation from college she was bursting with help Humanity ideas and for a while did volunteer work for a Settlement House. She liked the work but realized that it wasn't enough, wasn't approaching the crux of the problem. In 1958 she went to Mexico on money that she had saved for several years. She took courses at the University of Mexico, taught English and did some translating. She did censorship and secretarial work in business offices but finally went back to teaching which she preferred. h And as to what Miss Levy wants? A year of travel, and to own a few of her favorite paintings, and see a democratic Spain. 14: 11 of .MAIN-ith gul7ll9l'0l-'Af Mr. Gumprecht was born in Hamburg, Germany. He studied music there and taught the piano for many years, However, he was always interested in psychology and tried to combine it with music. Gradually he gave up music, thereby leaving time to do active work in psychology. As a means of getting out of Germany, he accep- ted a scholarship at a technical institute in England. He worked in England as a radio technician for two years and in 1938 came to the United States. He's studied here at Columbia Teachers College QChild Psychologyj. Next year he hopes to give a course at the jef- ferson School. Mr. Gumprecht always has a warm smile ready, he's always eager to discuss any of the girls' prob- lems with them. He has taken the members of the Psychology Club to visit various nurseries and child care centers. Mr. Gumprecht believes that social conditions are responsible tor mental disturbances in people. There- fore - correct the wrong in society and mental dis' orders will largely be eliminated. M is ie if--J K 'Nik 7,4 x 35: H fa : .ix 4 59 S f' igxi A Q '29 R X fx Pl H 5 ww-f fl my 'HS ' A4139 i Wi' savanna: 'Q ,ml X, MEA' 1-'N' f N 15,5-' Su- Q' .L 'F , nf 4 QA u W5 5 4 M 'Qi Sv f A M W 1 b upm, A .,,,,..A. , W Vw, ,,,.,.A.-ew , 'S . ,M W' af P.. . . ks, A 3 .11 - -. X .-'. 1 mi' A V bi . nf ,,,' vm ui- 51 1 31 - 1.9 , I, Ya ,gf 5 nv QI V 6 X , v Q ' 5 5' f , 116 w, N QL K 4 va ' 55.-r -f 1 Q gl' K ,Ai z' aria pofdn Another new addition to Stevenson this term was Mrs. Pollin - AND - the functional technique in latin. She was a student at Hunter High and Hunter Col- lege. She taught Latin at Hunter High School and then did tutoring and private testing. Mrs. Pollin says she's interested in private school education because it allows for close contact between teacher and pupil. She feels that education should be a life experience, with people doing things -- active classrooms. There should be less stress on formal teaching technique. Small classes and field trips are important, she says, things outside the classroom should be related to subject matter. To carry out this idea, Mrs. Pollin has taken the Latin classes to Greek restaurants, on shopping tours for thin s for the S latin room, and to museums to see exhibits related to their subject. But Latin is not all that Mrs. Pollin teaches. She's also in charge of T.C. 1'l'echnical Compositionj. When asked: Isn't that a rather dry subject, and sort of old-fashioned? - Mrs. Pollin replied - There are still certain fundamentals essential to everybody and T.C. is not really gotten in Elementa 'Y Schools. AND - don't ever say Latin is a dead language! 6hzaLefA lynn N Where have I lived? Mostly in Oklahoma City Hollywood, and New York City. , Why did I decide to study dramatics? I had been a dancer in Hollywood. I hoped to write . . . But I got pushed into acting. After acting around with- out knowing what I was doing, I decided to find out or else give it up. Do you prefer the theatre to the stage? Yes, I do prefer the legitimate theatre to the movies. I like the element of chance, and the presence of the audi- ence. Do I find more satisfaction in acting than in teaching? When I succeed in stimulating a pupils imagination and in opening the door of his own cteativeness to him, the satisfaction is the same that l find when as an actress I manage to create a living character. What quality do you dislike in actors? Ignorance. Who is the most interesting person you've met? Albert Einstein. Simple as a child with a wonderful laugh. Where would you like to live? In China, for a while, to get the feel of time they seem to have, as a people. Then in Russia, where theater is not a com- mercial gamble, but art. Finally in America . . . where this has yet to be achieved. Jean lgudindfein When classes commence each morning, buzz goes the buzzer, in saunter pupils, then angles, triangles, axioms, etc. are run ragged until they penetrate - but deeply. Mrs. Rubinstein started her schooling in Public School 147, then Hunter High School, and college also at Hunter. She says her greatest thrill came after graduation. She was given an assignment to teach English to a group 'of foreigners. Actually, this is where she gained a great deal of confidence in her ability, because, these adult students were so eager to learn they clung to each word which was said. In 1925, Mrs. Rubinstein and her husband founded Camp Winona for girls and Camp High- lake for boys, in Pennsylvania, which are now super- vised by her son and daughter, Irwin and Ruth-Jean Rhodes. Mrs. Rubinstein has a definite viewpoint about public schools. She feels that the necessity for private schools would be eliminated if the public schools would only fulfill more adequately their purpose. In her lifetime she observed through various teaching positions in different neighborhoods poverty at its worst. This has led her to believe that one of the greatest crimes of -mankind is poverty. One usually thinks of a math teacher as cold and calculating, but Mrs. Rubinstein is just the opposite: charming, friendly, and warm. ' W. . 7-., i .,,...wNs,-,.,,,,.,,4,.,,,a...z,,.. , argery .Saline Mrs. Shine, our school secretary and assistant to Miss Silsby, has been with us only a few months, and we were especially curious to find out about her. Here are the dry but necessary statistics - Born - Brooklyn, education - Grade School, High School, night courses at Brooklyn College. While studying at night, Mrs. Shine worked in various ofhces and took business courses on the side. She wanted to go to college but couldn't afford it. Her jobs were many and varied - Department of Welfare, Triborough Bridge Authority, U.O.P.W.A. fUnited Office and Professional Workers of Amer- icah and many others. This is her first job in a school and when asked how she liked it, she said that she enjoyed her work very much though it largely con- sists of handling out nickels, and dimes, and answer- ing questions about report cards. Mrs. Shine wants to accomplish two big things. She wants to travel fMexico, Western United Statesj and to raise a family. She likes bicycle-riding, tennis, ping pong and folk dancing -'AND -'is looking for a ground floor apartment! W Madrid gg? Mrs. Sigel just wanted to teach - no special reason why. She really acquired the yen when she came here from Germany, and attended Greensboro College QBAJ, Syracuse University QMAJ, and also Clark University. Then Mrs. Sigel taught. She is still working for the perfect class made up of perfect students - Plenty of umph, personality and brains. Mrs. Sigel would rather teach boys than girls - they're more interested in government. By the way history and English are the most important subjects. However, Mrs. Sigel is domestic at heart. She loves to cook fancy dishes - foreign ones preferred. l love to make parties out of all occasions. I like music. Dancing is divine, especially the imaginative modern kind - but no jitterougging! I love to wear tailored suits, earrings, and pure Sllk blouses. Out- door sports are tops on my list. Don't ask me to chaperon though - just burying your teachers alive. QMrs. Sigel has been swell about it anywayh. My ambition, besides eight hours sleep a night, is to near a good concert, have regular picnics with barnfires, raise a perfect family, and do a wonderful research job. jgzrence Smifd Mrs. Smith was born in Eufala, Alabama, and came north to study art at the New York School of Ap- plied Design for Women. After further work with the Art League, Mrs. Smith did newspaper illustra- tions. Mrs. Smith never intended to teach, but her sister who taught at Stevenson enjoyed it so much, that Mrs. Smith wanted to teach, too. I can't imagine teaching anything but art. There's always something new and interesting. Next year, I hope to do some more Crafts work with the Art Club and go on more field trips, also. The moderns? I like some very much - Renoir, Matisse, Monet and others. But, for the surrealists some distinction ought to be made. Some are de- lightful and charming, but there are some who go too far. Mrs. Smith prefers teaching older children fthe junior High and onj. She enjoys seeing pupils who thought they could never draw discover some latent talent and develop it. If I didn't teach I'd give all my time to Howers and the running of a kennel. I like wire haired ter- riers the best. I've had so many of them, even now, I have one. Some day I'm going to retire to Florida and enjoy the leisure and the absence of haste, which I have often found missing in New York City. QOJCIAIIJ ggffulnf This is an interview that never went off. The day I was to meet Mrs. Strumpf, our charming and usually quite serious music teacher was bubbling all over the stage, telling us that her husband was just getting his discharge after four years overseas. As she flew out of assembly hall she waved back that she'd see us in a few weeks - but that this occasion demanded a vacation and she was taking one. So now there'll be no more Mrs. Strumpf for a couple of weeks, and that's what happened to my scheduled interview. I did dig up a little bit of information - Mrs. Strumpf went to Hunter. She is a lst Rate Citizen according to one of the other teachers. She loves folk music and she once assured me that she has oodles of boogie-Woogie records - right next to Bach. She's an accomplished pianist, and has given quite a few recitals and appeared with various groups. She believes everyone can carry a tune - and her Friday course in Music Appreciation is something that more and more of the students get a chance to enjoy. She also gives a course in singing and probably the most important thing she does during the year K is to rehearse the seniors for their graduation pro- gram. ls . f . SIDE SHOWS CCOnlinued from page 263 Now, ladies and gentlemen our last show is staged 4, ,, at the English room. Let me introduce our fail! I ringmaster, Mr. Gumprecht, Stevenson's psy- Q? chologist, and the eager, young ladies seated S ' 0 vs . , . 9 around are the psychology club, heres one 'gig A- ,, I more, a late comet escaping from the Biology 'E' ' '5' room. 7' K I Starting off quietly, with infants and their ' '55 very normal development we are thwarted in our progress by giggles - Oh it's really nothing, I was hungry and wolfed Dorothy's Mounds, then Deedie tried to get them. Her tactics are unfair. I don't agree. My little brother is a year old, he hates to do the same thing over and over. I do, too. All right, there are rare exceptions and gross misobservations. But we won't judge that now. Strange to say, the Psychology club progressed-their theoretical children grew to be four and five years of age. On successive Thursdays, the psychologists didn't appear in school fit was legal of coursel. They were observing the kindergarten groups up at Teacher's Col- lege. Then finally food, food and Schraffts. Where's my allowance. I had it just a minute ago. And more discussion. Tests were on the agenda. They were discussed-with levity by Roz, with hilarity by the casual members and from the artist's view by Deedie Cand Mr. Sigelh. How can such bad pictures create associations? Frankly, I agree with you, it's bad art, I'm nauseatedg but after all good art might really suggest something. That would be tragic-ideas for free. All right ladies, it's a quarter after four. Don't forget we meet here next week. wx, i' ,y QQ? 5.9.3 WIWWW0 wk? QW lllllal , Xi!!! 2 QQ E O S N ex TMJ ..,o'-'f 6 S X Q Se Sf ll' J l a P I J 'logo kr ol Qs. c I Table of Contents Prologue to The New York Tales . ...,. ..,,.,., J an Waldman Illmtraled by Claudettejorel Block Party , ,.,.,.,...,..,,.....,.................,.. ..,..,.. M argot Zemach Illzrriraied by Margo Zemacb The Unvanquishedn by Howard Fast ....,..,. ,.... R osalyn Moskowitz Wasteland by jo Sinclair ,,,.,.......,........ , .,,... Susan Pearlman Portrait of a Lady by Henry James ..r,. Rita Weintraub The Tale of a Headstrong Worm ...... Judy Harris lllfnlrated by Margo Zemarb lf at first you don't succeed . . ,. , , . Barbara Munsell lllurlrated by Barbara Munro!! Time , ..., ,...,................t......... . , ..... Ruth Weiner Illmlraled by joy Ricblcr Two Worlds ,. ..... . ....... .,.. .......,.,..... . . . .... .. Grace Gallin lllmzrazed by Barbara Bacalla ' .Susan Pearlman Music ., ..., ,.., ,,.....................,....,..,... . . lllurlmlcd by Deedie Diunenlein A letter . . ..,, ,.,...,., ....,,,.,......,........, .,... , . ,Rita Weintraub lllxzriraled by joy Richter Dogs at 7:30 t t t ,.,.,....... .. ........... .Deedie Dinnerstein Illurlraled by Decdie Dinnerrtein The Country .,.,,,,........ ....,....... .4..,.,... .,...l........ 4 E l len Rose Why the Theatre Gommy Is An Optimist ....,... Anne joseph llllulraled by Anne jorepb The Greatest Show On Earth ....,.,..... ...... .,...... A r lene Mandelbaum Illurtraled by Claudetle Sorel Two Friends ..... .....,,................,..,.,..... ..,...,, K i fry Gimik Shore Special ........,....... ......,.......,..........,........ . Deedie Dinnerstein llluuratcd by Dcedie Dinncrrzein A POCm... , .,,................,..... .....................,....... N ina Kimqhe exe V Nm R-e -I XX f CW 'Ml X' ln Prologue to THE NEW YORK TALES lWith Apologies to Chaucerj When whistles blow and bells begin to ring Be it summer, autumn, winter, or the spring When honking cars with angry drivers sound And people came a'scurrying from all around Then I too think it's time for me to blow And hop a bus 'cause that's the way I go. Once on the bus I find there is no seat And so I face the problem of my feet. The pushing and the shoving go right on But still I had a chance to gaze upon . . . . A sailor, generous to the core Ogering his bottle to a score Of people. And gabbing away like a house ahre About the things most men desire. He's tight as a drum And doesn't give a damn. He'll tell the world He's a happy man .... Next I spotted two bobby-soxers Solid were they like a couple of boxers Their line took in the movies and actors, In their lives two very important factors. Is it Frankie, or Tyrone, - and how about Van? He's their idea of a dream-type man. Gum cracking teensters with boys on the brain From all this sharp talk what could they gain? . I was suddenly startled by a poke in the side From a nervous fellow taking a ride. He pulled on his tie and straightened his hat, He twisted and turned and then nearly sat On the floor. He gazed at the time every two minutes He was busier than Admiral Nimitz . . . Sixty-fourth street came in sight I took the exit to my right. And as I walked along the street I looked down at my tired feet And sighed and said - someday I hope to see An empty bus, with only me. GINGER WALDMAN 'NRI , Q1-wa s ' ' ' r l eg? K. I . W i 1' ' is ll 'EJ ffl f an ral.. H , fi X, ,X lit vfrl' .. X. 'gfii' Y ff' ,1ff ' ' ,f K f' X 1 3 f f f' Af fy if , Us J J 'fy Qisydf 4 l 1 9 Z il The dark street is light the traffic roped off- the feel of a carnival is in the air. Old women with wrinkled faces sit on rusty fire escapes now bright with strings of colored lights Flags and streamers drape the windows and lamp posts. A little band plays. Old and young dance in the dirty street. One little kid with bony knees and a pinched face jumps I 0 BLOCK PARTY 2? of ' , , F ' , . A 'I in and out of the crowd singing by himself. An old couple and girls throw themselves around in a sort of homemade ' mv as 9? KX A ' ' , jitterbug step The band goes faster the old women tap their tired feet A soldier sits on the stoop, looking into the crowd Tomorrow the street will be bleak the gaudy decorations will look worn and faded people will go on about their everyday business The bright night will be forgotten. margof Zilla!-'A dance, the wife with laughing eyes and greasy apron. Boys its 1 .XJ G: . 9 2 '- i ' 5 ' c We ' . N6 rl fp 1 1 'Q L THE UN VAN UISHED BY HOWARD FAST The novel about George Washington, during one period of the Revolutionary War, was as real as an account of Al Schmidt in World War II. A few paragraphs in a grade school history book could cover what led up to that second successful crossing of the Delaware, but The Unvanquishedn brought it into life by treating the characters as men, some fighting for ideals, others for money or adventure. Fast left them as ordinary men, sick and tired of fighting the superior British Army, who kept on fighting any- way. Washington, being the main character, was the clearest. His reaction to defeat, gwhich he takes as a personal failure, is to push his body and mind further until he and his men win. This is essentially a novel of one man, but through his objectivity, the men in the American Army and the people for and against them, are glimpsed. Nathan Hales I am sorry I have but one life to give to my country were not now empty words, because of the chapter devoted to him. Tom Paine's relation to the Continental Army is also clearer. One scene of action, which is after two centuries a ferry stop, takes on a certain air of adventure now that the story of how it got its name is told. The style that brings dead names, dates, and events back to life, is the casual tone it is told in. The Generals Knox, Washington, and Mifflin are interested in winning this war of freedom, but they also want comfort and their homes. I If is not an historical novel that gives chronological order or facts, but it does show the man who did a great job of leading an army that was the first to fight for the United States. podafyn Woadowifz i nom 0 Qu N WASTELAND BY JO SINCLAIR Wasteland by joe Sinclair, is the most unusual book I have ever read. It is a book that shows the progressive thinking and writing of young America. It made me think deeply, to the point where it still lingers in my mind. l Wasteland is the psychological study of a man-his loves, desires, hates, frustrations-his life from a point where he is bitterly unhappy to where he at last finds himself. It is not only a story of human relationships, but also of things that make life human. jake Brown, the central character, is a man of thirty-tive with a successful job as a newspaper photographer,-he is unhappy, and frustrated-he feels that his life and surroundings are one huge, desolately hopeless wasteland. Under the guidance and persuasion of his sister, he goes to the psychiatrist to whom she has been going. He is reluctant and completely adverse to the whole idea of psychiatry, but he is miserable to the point where he feels that anything is worth a try. In the beginning Jake finds it impossible to talk to the psychiatrist. But slowly, gradually, he tells of his life-his torments and fears -his family, whom he dislikes, but cannot tell why. As the story progresses, his family assumes a very important role. First there are his parents-two people whom he feels were never parents at all, but people to be tolerated, put up with, his father, tyranical, weak, his mother, oppressed, timid, without a personality, his nephews, Bernie and Allen, whom he wants to protect and do right by --especially Bernie, mis- understood unhappy adolescent, and most important of all, his sister Debby-the only person strong enough to overcome the miserableness of her life, and be happy, intelligent, creative, sensitive Debby- bearing without hate people's contempt of her because, as a child, as a result of the weakness of the father and the whole family, she had had to assume the responsibilities of a man, and had therefore become a homosexual. jake, in the beginning, doesn't realize his problems. What seems to him to be the real problems- his unwillingness to attend the Passover Seder which is a ritual in his family-his reluctance to photo- graph the persons close to him - his feeling of aloneness - are in reality superficial cover-ups for the deep problems that grew out of his childhood. As the psychiatric treatment progresses and you are able to see the why and wherefore of these problems, you find yourself more interested in the problems, their roots and the treatment than in Jake or the book itself. Psychiatry becomes fascinating as you realize the reasons for jake's withdrawal from his home, his family, and most important, his people. You are made to realize that everyone has a wasteland of repressed fears and doubts and desires and that each person has to overcome that waste- land individually, with or without the understanding and guidance of a psychiatrist. The author writes with unbelievable understanding, ,knowledge and courage. For it takes courage to write, in a first novel, about the taboo subjects -of the sub-conscious of a man, of psychiatry, of homo- sexuality, of the jewish religion and tradition-especially in a world where there is still so much con- vention and opposition to the mere mention of these things. This book is honest and sincere. Human beings and their problems are portrayed realistically and with throbbing sympathy. It is bitter at times, but the bitterness is filled with truth and frankness. It is, and will remain to me, a true and beautiful book. Susan lgearfnan THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY BY HENRY' JAMES The Portrait of a Lady by Henry james is indeed a portrait of one lady Isabel Archer Osmond surrounded by her intimates. After reading nine hundred and some odd pages you will be able to see this portrait-Isabel and everyone who has affected her life grouped around her. You will be intimately acquainted with these persons' intellect and personality, but their physical proportions will have been supplied by your imagina- tion for Henry James doesn't describe his characters' features, except once or twice when he alludes to some very prominent point that emphasizes a specific personality trait. Henry james takes an insignificant plot that can be described in a dozen words. lt's the kind of plot that Faith Baldwin might stretch into two hundred pages of fiction. The characters, too, would be insignificant in the hands of many other writers, since basically each is one or another stereotype. The wonderful part of The Portrait of a Lady is what Henry James does With such often misused material, of course, he wrote in the 18805 and it may have been fresh then, but I doubt it. The characters are skillfully described, their personalities are unfolded by the author's direct description of them and by the opinions of the novel's other characters. Thus the characters become not only individuals but related people- one affecting another. The people form a unit: meeting at each other's houses, scheming, quarrelingg and generally living. You become absorbed in the book, and forget it's just a make-believe story till suddenly, you come upon a situation which seems to be a cliche. Then you'll find yourself startled because the conventional solution doesn't appear. Upon examination, however, it's logical. You don't feel cheated. The characters are people acting according to their own personality patterns. This honest character portrayal is true to life making the whole book three di- mensional. Things happen gradually. You have waited for them so long they are anti- climaxes when they occur. Even the crisis of the book doesn't cause your heart beat to change. But it's a story involving people, real people, caught in meshes of their own weaving by their own personality, which you have thoroughly examined. Isabel Archer Osmond, the lady with whom the book is particularly concerned and around whom its situations revolve, becomes very well known to you. After the first one hundred pages I could have described her, now I'm too well acquainted to pin her down with adjectives. In the beginning I saw her outward mask: the unpretentiousness, the charm, the wit, and the imagination. Now I still see the same qualities, but also what's behind them and how they act. I could say confidentially to a friend, Isabel's very unusual. She's witty, and very imaginative. just wait till you hear her ideas! Oh, I know you'll like Isabel very much. But I would like to ponder a long time, if I had to go further. All the while you're reading, you know that Henry james has drawn his characters to scale with an eye to every one of your reactions. You feel that he really knows people and how to describe them. Henry james persuaded me Cwithout objection on my partb that people are im- portant. Important in the largest sense possible for people not only affect material things, but even more, other people. james thinks the latter of primary importance. The changes brought about in people are permanent and remain even though they may be obscured by the development of some other long hidden personality trait. The Portrait of a Lady was enjoyable for its realistic attitudes. However, I can see that its length and repititions, which might sometimes have been omitted, would annoy a reader impatient for action and escape. mia minfrau! The Tale of the Headstrong Worm The flowers bloomed And the birds had sung, When out of the earth, There suddenly sprung A large and remarkable worm. He called to his brothers len million strong, And he spoke of the terrible deeds of wrong Which the creatures on top of the earth had done, To the cultured and civilized worms. They use us for bait to catch hshf' said he, And all other kinds of unpleasantry, For they feed us to birds, and they plow up nests, And they never give us a momenfs rest, Went the doleful tail of the worm. So let us unite, and fight, fight, hght, And demand of these people our natural rights The equality of the worm. Then all at once, from the sky, so blue, A star dropped down and cut in two this patriotic worm. The head part began to cry aloud, Go back in your crack, like the rest of the crowd While I say a thing or three. But the tail part said, Though you are the head, Youarenotasnearl wellb 'l fl y ru , or ff 1 , or as rnannerty as me. So on they fought, the live long night, While the other worms crawled to their holes in fright! In fact the blood worms turned quite white At this whimsical fiddle-dee-dee. Then down from a tree, flew a well mannered bird, Whose rest these fellows had quite disturbed, And he swallowed them silently. Now the moral ofthis story is to have you be prepared When you're cut in two, Don't fight with you, But have yourself repaired. Jael? .jJar-rid Q 43 O AI nano JI, an Jr, 9 ll Tl llll ill W U r 7 X. x. rj? X f l ,f li at first, you don't succeed Fudge is my favorite candy. That is-chocolate fudge. For fudge I would climb the Empire State Building-barefoot. For fudge I would turn handsprings down Broadway, or let my dentist drill down to my toe nails. In fact, I might even go so far as to say that I would rather eat fudge than listen to Frankie. I am an artist. An artist whose soul blazes anew when I have created a creation. A masterpiece. A hot tamale. Fudge and Art. Damon and Pythias. Romeo and Juliet. But genius cannot paint without first indulging in the pleasures gained by eating a piece of fudge. Chocolate fudge. But, and again l repeat, but - as all great things on this earth, fudge must be created by human hands, from ingredients of nature's bountiful products. I cannot make fudge. I cannot even make Vanilla fudge. I have tried recipes from everyone of the 48 united nations. I have traveled the length and breadth of this wide world, going to great expense of course, trying to find some creature who would convey to me the magical touch. The method. The means of producing a perfect square inch of chocolate fudge. I have tried in vain. l have been shocked to my depth. A human hand cannot produce the simple miracle. Not a human hand-But, and again I repeat, but-I find that the perfect piece of mellow sweetness is concocted by pouring powdered ingredients into a pan of milk. Fudge is now manufactured. I have only one thing more to say in this matter. May the Tootsie Fudge Manufacturing Company be blessed with eternal age and happiness. garlara munaefl fiat it fill X W of I.-5 K .fm hfvxf . Vx., jburk- M O lffle So often we hear people say How fast goes time, where does it'st y? a Wherever you are, whatever you do Time always seems to be there too. A child for instance, starts to weep And says: I don't want yet to sleep I just got up and I am now playing. No, no, time to go to bed, mom's saying. But a student says, School lasts so long Sometimes I think the clock is wrong. But after school the time just runs I don't understand how that comes. Parents do not believe their eyes Aly child has grown up your mother sighs. I still remember him so small, And now he is so strong and tall. Grandparents tell you about the past And sigh: Time goes for me too fast. To be young now, that must be good. We call that a sentimental mood. People are born, will live and die And time goes on, it seems to fly. There is but one thing we can do.' To use our time usefully too.' RUTH WVEINER we Q ff We ll sl A i ' l T fl ,I T' W H QBLJ A i .ixrx AR.. J ll X I eblw- Q C If l 4 1 x 2 E ,Z 0 4 .-f Z '7 lf X as Jen wo 'lflkfhh I dreamed I did die and to heaven did go, Where are you from? they wanted to know I stood straight and tall - I didn't flinch, I'm from Stevenson - would do in a pinch They opened their eyes and at me did stare, Come in, said St. Peter, you're the first one from there. I entered and searched for to find me one friend, I gazed and I gazed but 'twas to no end., At last to St. Paul the small one, I trotted And asked the dear man where my friends could have gotted. He stared sad and long but at last he did say, The devils done got them, they're way down - a - way. I asked for a passport to Hades and back, H I took off my halo and my wings I did pack, I fell down to earth with a terrible smack, And broke my poor neck, and my head I did crack. This time I did die but to Heaven didn't go - I came to my senses away down below. I pulled on the rope by the black gates of Hell And the devil himself came to answer the bell Where are you from? - what a gleam in his eye.' I'm from Stevenson. - my simple reply. The Devil was pleased, a broad grim he smiled Percentage one-hundred, from Stevenson, my child. GRACE GALLEN '? j -is fs f I f n 417 3 March I9 Dear Ann I have just received your letter. College sounds heavenly -- all you have to worry about are term papers, exams and more dates than you can handle. What a normal prosaic lifel Im going crazy' let s make no bones about it! I planned to go to college Cwe were to have a better world, you knowb but I'm always refused. Will I ever get to college! Remember when we planned the kind of colleges we'd go to. They'd have beautiful campuses handsome males and wonderful profs. Now 1'll settle for anything - but the colleges don't seem to want to settle for me. Every afternoon I sit down to record my favorite books, the exact color of my hair the pigment of my skin, the languages we don't speak at home other than English and any ambitions the colleges think I ought to have. They say, will I! Every night I go to bed and have nightmares. I am sitting at a great big desk on my right are millions and millions of college catalogs and on my left are the applications. I start reading and writing all at once as fast as I can. As I write refusals start coming back at me, faster and faster - I write more and more but refusals keep on coming. It seems hopeless. Morning comes -- it's seven oclock. School today! Every day I have school and every day I worry about college. I usually console myself, After all they must take somebody, maybe I ll be lucky. But can I count on it. I m becoming desperate. What happens if I don't go to college. I could get a job. Maybe I would become a politician. After all it ought to be quite simple to do all those childish things politicians do -- filibuster to avoid an issue, fight instead of discussing problems or anything else that young people are not supposed to do. But really what can I do? There isn't too much time now and I don't want to be left holding the bag. Should I keep on sending my biography and dentist's report to Secretaries of Admissions who never read them or should I just forget it all and trust to luck. It s so hard to know what's best. Love, Zi.. 1 If you apply to enough colleges, you're bound to get in somewhere. But DOGS AT 7:30 . , -. y' , I 3 at ,vhi ,,, X st- xy 5 ' A Ninety-sixth and Fifth is a busy crosstown intersection - . f Y J' but at 7:30 in the morning when only a few busses rumble I ef Q ff XV I. Ti . U xt I f 'I . N avi. 5 IYN fr through the tunnels and a couple of trucks roll down di fn towards the East river, that's when this corner becomes H something special in New York City. Starting at 7:15 they begin to arrive - little old women with well-kept pekenese - sleepy girls with cockers and scotties who keep frisking N ahead, chasing the leaves - puffing business men with avr DW U Ll ' 5 ,., 9 c.f i :N their wives' poodles. By 7:30 the corner is awake with barks and helloes and entangled leashes. The more energetic masters get together to give their dogs a run around the reservoir. The rest of us drift into little groups to comment on the weather, and how late we stayed up last night, and how the Russian wolfhound is the dumbest dog and buzz, buzz, buzz - bark, bark, bark. A tall boy with an Irish setter comes down the path, he's one of the energetic ones - he's been out since 6:30. The group of slee y girls swear they're going to get up at 6:30 somehow and lug their dogs around the reservoir, even ilp they collapse in the attempt. Earnestine strides up in her riding outfit with her boxer I-lansaf' She waves to me and we climb up the hill. The dogs run loose up here and it seems like a fantastic world of pedigree dogs, and muts, and pedigree dogs who turned out runts. A cocker chases a colly across the paths and two young boys come chasing after them. Mike, Mike -here. An elevator man is being pulled along by two smug little dachshunds, one in a green knitted jacket, the other in red. Hey-You comes galloping up to us, and drops panting at my feet. The wind had died down and the sun was getting warmer. At 8:50, Ernestine and I shot down the hill with dreams of delightful sausages and scrambled eggs dancing through our minds. Ieeahe Einnersfein THE COUNTRY I rode the horse to the top of the hill, the wind blew through my hair. Never before had I felt such a. feeling of complete freedom. I had been born and raised in the City and had never lived in the country before. I was staying at my friend's farm. I got off the horse, after tying the horses reins to a tree, I stood on the hill and looked down at the green countryside and the farmhouses which dotted it. How free it was here, away from the noise and constant hurrying of the City. How friendly the people were. One day the cows had broken the fence around the pastures and gotten out. People from all the neighboring farms called up and told us about it. By the time we got to the pasture, a neighbor had already rounded up the cattle for us. When threshing time came, all the farmers helped one another out by working for each other. There was never time to loaf. We got up at 5:00 A.M. to milk the cows, and our work wasn't done till 9:00 at night. One of our jobs was cooking the meals for the farm hands. If we needed any food, all we had to do was go out and pick it - milk and eggs could be obtained by taking a short walk to the barn. After the meals and the dishes were done and the house cleaned, we went out and worked in .the fields. It was hard but satisfying work. Waking up from my deep reverie, I realized it was getting dark and I would have to get back by milking time. Untying the reins from the tree, I rode down the hill. UA.. IGM X xx' 1. Alf 4 'X 4. ,Jo l 'J i on A ? lllxm K X V ttv. u Cf , M t,r-- 'il 'V ' .ii 17x . K p ,I p ,zrgllgg .5 I i ' KA ix W g t I ,f Q I . t 5 Q j f -I, 'L X af- Wh The Theater Gommy ls An llptimist The theater was in darkness. A soft lid of dust fell over the tired eyes of the footlights. The curtains hung limply on each side of the wings giving a dismal atmosphere of the gallows. A tiny grey mouse cautiously scurried across the stage and up onto a large stretch of canvas. His tailwas his train and he sniffed his way along. The audience seats were straight and still. They appeared endless and lost their army in the darkness. Now, no place was ever more quiet. But! - what was that!! A tiny voice . . . Cno it muttered more than that of the little grey mouseb . . . there was something or . . . someone behind that scenery. A tiny speck of a figure C no taller than ten or twelve inches with his stocking cap tassel on endj darted out from behind the sets and stood in the middle of the stage floor. He stretched his arms out. Come on fellahs . . . I say . . . come on out . . . for there's trouble in the air tonight. A whole score of gommies appeared from behind the orchestra, the eaves, and the last one came out of a playbill, which lay discarded on the end of the stage. They all gathered about their leader muttering. Yeee . . . a new show opens tomorrow. There's a new show opens tomorrow. There's a big job ahead. We'll make the floor more slippery where the acrobat dancer does his spins and . . . And the seats in the third act don't squeak enough! said a fat stubby one. How about raising the microphone for the little short singer? the skinny one replied again. Or change the number of that act on that piece of scenery, answered another. Soon the ommies were bus at their mischief. The are usuall a talkative crew, of course, in their Y y Q . a own language. However, when they are at work never a sound is uttered because they are so intent in doin somethin to s il the act of a erformer so well that he or she will make u some sort of alik 8 y , Y such as: I had to leave the theater because . . The gommies know full well no true artist even says this, even if he has been foiled ten or twenty times by their efforts. In this way they eliminate false actors and the like. During rest periods their muttering goes on: Say you should have seen the trick we played on the new chorus dancer in the theater I used to work in. I loosened the straps on her toe shoes and she went out dancing, wabbling about so that she said she would never go back as a dancer. Of course, if she were a real dancer she would never have for- gotten to bring the good slippers and I would never have been able to loosen them an eighth of an inch. Come men . . . it's to work again until the morn when our tasks are complete and we've left lots of traps for the stage people! Some will stumble over them, some will fall in them, and some will see the tricks and step over them, and go on to their success. So . . . back to your jobs again . . . Yeee . . . This is why the actor attends dramatic school and studies correct pronunciation for hours. This is why the singer trains so that she may be heard, even though a gommy has raised the mike beyond her level. This is also why the dancer practices so regularly his correct positions, and, if his shoes are too slippery he sand papers them before the act. Most performers have the fear to do their talent well but few realize that fear is really the gommies! So, you see - even though the backers of a play, the directors and producers, and playwriters pull their hats down and go out and get drunk, the theater gommy never loses faith or hope in a new play until it closes. They know the real performers are always on guard against their pranks. You under- stand, now that you know them, that they're really not bad fellows at all! And . . . without them there could never be a Broadway hit! .ANNE JOJEPA K , v fmt ' 'lil' JH A . it i in ' I r g .. qv X 'R 1 , 4 I ,rr lil' 'lielFll'YEIV A f 'N l f itll ,l, l.l'l !' I 'M ll gl '. f x If .ll ,, in In .0 'P ll 'J f 9 fff X' v A A 'A A: I A ,L IU uf y l V 5 !' hi ' 11 'tv I ' n 1 y A ,KXI.:':.v ll if ,fi U l 'N H, , 'Q if l fi e iv, . , 4 lf . 4' ! I , '1-A H fl I U Y t ' Q ' X ,, l i ' 6 ' N ' NYG THE GREATEST SHOW CN EARTH Yep, as I have always said, Agnes, the circus is the personification of America. Sort of like baseball-real old American tradition. Please get off my toes Ma'am! Hurry up Aggie, we want to see all of the side show. And a lady, with all life drained from her, holds up a prattling head for all the world to admire. The armless and legless wonder, who can type and write and do count- less things, just as you and I. Look at that, will you. My goodness, I wouldn't like to be a freak, sort of horrible. What's that you say? Well, money ain't everything. Gosh just a stub of a hand. Sure love the circus. Makes me proud to be an American. God, what a crowd! Flab upon flab drools down a shapeless leg. Forever, that smile that's as false as the day is long. Fat and formless, Lord what a posterior! Wizened little chaps who seem to have a fountain of knowledge that far exceeds their tiny forms. All wrinkled, they sit and smile on a gullible public, who are willing to pay to see folks smaller than they. lt's ghastly the way that lady swallows those neon tubes! She seems to glow from the inside. Sort of spooky like. My see the midgets! just like little monkeys. Gosh the' smallest one made a face at me, I'll slug him. This is fun. So democratic. The musty smell of the basement and the electric lights, and the pink! fuzzy candy that melts in your mouth, the roar of a tired lion, the roar of a tired barker, the roar of the crowd all seem to fuse together into one colored mass. I love side shows. All the people having a good time. Stop pushing! This mob doesn't know how to behave. No consideration for others. Look at the midgets, and the sword swallower, gee! a tatooed man. Gosh this is as American as peanuts. Hurry up, Agnes, sneak ahead of that old woman with the crutches. .fdfklll Walldefldllhl , .ll 'Rx - f to af- c s N 1 i' A .3 f f 4,5 I 4 Q , L as 1 X c I X f I X X, 'yi 'st . I +C' Two wendy +8 I would never have gone if I had known we'd meet. It was a big surprise seeing him there walking toward me on 34th street. I tell you I would never have gone, and I would still be living in blissful peace, no thoughts haunting me - not see his face. You see it's night. All this happened today, a few hours ago. The day had starred beautifully, little puffs of clouds, blue, blue, sky, and a warm May sun. Yes the day was beautiful and I was going dancing. I was happy. Then I saw him. He saw me at the same time. His face lit up and he smiled a broad grin, he walked toward me. Yes, I'd known this boy well, I'd lived a whole summer with him, sung, danced and eaten with him. We'd gone to the same camp, laughed, cried, and played together, and'now we met. He hadn't changed, he looked the same. I was glad to see him and we stood and talked about camp, his sister, how he was, and then I looked around. People were looking at us, staring at us, staring at me. Two women, well dressed and sleek, brushed past me and I caught the word Shame Outraged stares, indig- nant stares, stares, smres, stares, everyone was staring at me. I felt as though I was on a stage, a huge stage, I was an actress, I'd forgotten my lines. I knew. I knew then what was wrong. Somehow my joy felt forced and wrong. My skin felt tight and stretched across my face. I didn't feel right. He realized the trouble and his face tightened. I shall never forget his face. His head held high and his shoulders taut. We both began to speak and stopped embarrassed. He said he'd see me soon and went on. I knew I'd probably never see him again. I was there alone at 34th street, the crowds pushing past me. My fun was spoiled. Yes I got a dress, a beautiful dress, a dress to have fun in, to dance in. This all happened today, and now it's night and I can't help thinking, thinking of a Negro boy whom I hope I shall never see again. .jdlly glint! The Shore Special The 5:50 chugged past the many tourist and resort towns that spot the north Jersey shore. The car was full of mid-summer commuters who sat hunched over their New York Times or Wall Street journal. It had been a hot sticky day and the faint breeze that came through the open windows was met with weak and grateful murmurs from the passengers. Tlx k bldg- - .15 I r . W i if .. 1 l 'kv .1 f, mx Y X Q Mike slumped in a seat at the rear of the car. He threw j .4 2 his dufile bag down at his feet and let it rest there as he 5 fumbled through his pockets. The conductor came by and 9' . . . . i -. waited patiently while the soldier pulled out a crumpled half to a round trip ticket. The train clambered along into heavy sea-mist. Mike pulled out a pack of cigarettes and began to take long thoughtful draws from one. He let the smoke settle around his head, his eyes following the swirls and patterns with a blank stare of exhaustion, his uniform was mussed and the bright colors' of his campaign ribbons were shadowed by a film of soot and dust. He slumped further in his seat and with the window ledge as a pillow he tried to sleep. At Red Bank the car emptied, a dead greyness fell over everything and as the electricity was switched on the figures of a few dozing old men were sharp shadows against the lifeless car. Mike stirred and tried to turn his head away from the glare. As the train jerked along his head kept hitting the ledge in time with the engines steady drone. Little lines seemed to cross his forehead and around his eyes. His handswere clenched and the muscles of his jaw worked up and down. These people - the 5:50 regulars were going home to a cool shower and a detective novel - this was their routine-oiiice-train home-train-oflice. Mike had his routine to-war-train to camp to train to destination unknown-and back. Now he was on his way again. By the time the train left Alberon the ugly lines and tense muscles had disappeared. Mike slept - in the groggy unconsciousness that follows a long period of strain. He let his head pound against the ledge and his knees were extended in wild contortions over the opposite seat. Last stop - Ocean Grove -- Everybody off now! the conductor hustled into the car. Hey Mac - the ride's over - move the body, he gently nudged the sleeping soldier. Slowly with terrible deliberation Mike opened one eye - then the next. They were clouded with fatigue and the rims were red and swollen. As he untwined himself and began to adjust his dufile bag the horrible littlei lines began to sharpen and the muscles in his jaw shot out. Finally, he threw the bag over his shoulder and walked carefully down the aisle. Inaba Zinnerafein G Ndx A Poem I Sweet is the taste of impending danger Beautiful the thought of a murderous plot Enticing the sensuous beat of a savage's drum And the pounding of thunder inside your brain Exciting the dream of a suicide fall And the howling of devils down within hell Forbidden the thoughts of oozing blood Tempting the look of eyes in the dark I have felt all this And I have seen much more Like the little figures crawling up my bedroom wall And the slimy snakes wriggling When I walk upon the floor And the arms of Sataris messengers That grips me as I pass The evil face that glares at me When I peer into my looking glass And the piercing, shrieking whistle That breaks into my dreams And the laughing of a tortured soul My very self outscreams Uh, the pity and damnation and the hardness of it all That I should have to suffer so And bear these miseries within my deadened heart. And have no thought but that of dying soon II It isn't fair It shouIdn't he It will not be I will not let myself be drawn into these tedious nights of horror I will not let these demons of the devil Iixtorl from my soul the precious price of happiness. What matters it? If I die, I will have peace Beautiful soothing peace My body will find rest Its torment stayed But ----- If I live ----- What hope is there for me? I myself have lost all hope My soul has been taken It is not mine anymore I grape forever in the darkness Trying - Trying to bring it back But it forever eludes my grasp. T'we.re better I were in my grave ' Than to live within this hollow shell of life and misery. III With endeless caverns for mouths And millions of heads Each with a spear of white flame licking out towards me From their green foreheads And no more torturing hours of being by myself Of hearinglweird laughs from all corners of my room Laughs that grew louder and louder and louder till my head seemed about to burst. And then the sudden silence Deafening silence the room resounds with the heavy volume of nothingness. IV But ------ Oh how could I have forgotten There is just two more hours of life left for me The doctor told me so! After that ----- Security will harbor itself within my body. And I will know peace as I have never known it. Isn't it wonderful ---- ? No more dreams of dragons And I can no longer see The white walls are going farther and farther away The lines of contours of the room have become dimmer and blurredL The clock is striking the hour I shall die soon I know I shall It will be nice - very nice Ifm glad I'm dying There wasn't much else left for me upon this earth Only unhappiness And l'll be glad so very glad When I finally leave here And find the final security That has been lacking all my life. 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