Seward Park High School - Almanac Yearbook (New York, NY)

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uCne evening whiie in the midst of my homework, the teiephone rang. I ran to answer it and was amazed at the voice at the other end. It was PauII What a pieasant, hut shocicing surprise. iDon,t forget Linda, the ioig night is just three weeics from tonight. I hope you havent forgotten my invitation to the Prom? I thought my heart wouid never stop pounding. I thought Iyd never he ahie to answer, when unhesitantiy and cheeriui I repiied 'VVhy Paul, how couid I have ever for- gottenlg it had happened at Iast .... HAncI now, here it was just three weeics Iater, and here I was, Iistening to the doorheii, and my iman oi the moment' to arrive. In he waiiced, IooIcing oooh so handsome. standing so erect and proud in his formai outfit of a white dinner jacket, hiacic trousers. and a hiacic how-tie. 'Who wouidnit he proud of such a ieiiowf I thought to myseii. Paul waiiced in and handed me a corsage of red roses and a white orchid, and he just stared at me whiie I put them on. Later when we waiiied out he complimented me and my formal attire and toId me that he was com- pIeteIy enthraiied hy my appearance. VVe went to the prom and had a woncierfui time. MAS aII good things must soon come to an end, this one was no exception. Say- ing good-night to Paui, I couidnyt heip Iout think CAII through the day .... , 5, SI-IEILA BROVENDER SONNET: ON HIS VISION HVVhen I consider how my Iiie is spent Ere haif my days, in this daric worid and wide, And that one taient which is death to hide'-N IVIILTON Can I who see Iife so near to my eyes Reach out and grasp its greatIy tangied strings which Iife eternal with its sorrow Iarings Gr he compeiied to teII rnyseif it Iies? Gt those who see themseives so weII that they Ne'er care to Iooic at sorrow and the pain Lest death shouid seem too near and then again Bury their heads and hide their eyes and pray. Oh Iifei for whom the hiind seem so to care Will your voice neyer sing a song thatys free? Ope wide your eyes and hreathe eternai air For your existence is so dear to me. I reach for thee Iout thou art never there Qniy death in the shadows can I see. By BERNIE BENSTOCK 'I3

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P!-X U IL!! if it at it 'Ar it 'Afmilr ir it All through the day, I dream ahout tonightf' were the strains of music pour- ing forth from the radio, and there sat Linda, staring into space and thinking of those words. Yes, tonight was the night of the Prom. ui can't heiieve it's come at iastiu said Linda, thinking aioud. Hi donjt reaiiy heiieve itss truein That night everything was just too perfect for words. The moon was fuiig the stars were shining hriiiiantiyg the sky just seemed to giowg the air was fresh with May hreezesg and Linda was happy and excited. While under the shower she couidnjt help hut recapture some of the events that led to her first formal . . . Hit ali started way hack in seventh term, when I hadnit started thinking of the prom. I aiways did have a soft spot in my heart for Paul. it seemed that whatever theme I wrote in English, it always had something ahout Paul. Paul, coming into class wouid generaiiy greet me with a 'HL heautiiuif and a hroad smiie which would instantly display his shining white teeth and dimpies. Oh how I thrilled to thati Cnc morning, walking through the hail, Paui quite casually remarked, ivvouid you like to go to the Prom with me? AVVhy, Paui, iid iove to go., I an- swered, iiattered at such an early invitation and yet thinking he was just joshing ahout the whole thing . . HVVeii,H thought Linda, stiii in the tuh Hthat certainly feels as though it were a iong time ago, and I guess I didnit know whether to take it seriously or not. td hetter hurry up, itys getting iate. But yet I can't help thinking ahout the whoie incident. Linda continued dressing. She got into her formal and iooked into the mirror and was startled hy what she saw. It couidnit he Linda iooking so exquisite in her dainty hiue gown. Her hair, her make-up, her gown and her accessories of goid looked just right. Her family and friends were grouped around her Uooohingu and Haaahingf, She iooked iike something out of a fairy hook. Thus while she stood gazing upon herself she hegan turning the ciock hack again . . . uAt last I was a Seniori Those days when the senior pins cameg that first senior dance, and the senior hats, and oh, just everything that happens in a senior termi Finally I hegan thinking ahout the Prom. Paul hadn't heen acting very friendly iateiy, and he,s never mentioned the prom since that morning in the haii. Could it really he that he had heen kidding? True, I thought so then and it didn't seem to matter much, hut now, Chi how I wish that had ask me again so that then fd he sure he's taking me. I knew all of Pauiys friends had already asked their girls. Donald was taking Sue, Richard was going with Jeanne and Mei Vvho was taking mei I was compieteiy disiiiusionedg when one of Pauls friends asked me to go with him to the prom. I was almost tempted to accept, hut quite humhiy I answered no, hoping against hope that Paul might ask me. Things lagged, and Paul hehaved the same, with that usual indifference towards me. - 'l2

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LAST WH ILIL if iff 'A' it 'A' it ir it ir 'iff Z Alt r by V4 XR 4 I We of the Senior Class of June ,46 being of sounci mind, clo hereby give ancl bequeath all our earthly property i-1 namely: To MISS ADLER: A song fustay as Sweet As You Areuf. To MRS. BAYER: An electric eye on your classroom door, so you won't have to Work so hard when you go out and Come in to put the lights on History 5 and the Industrial Revolution. To MR. BLOCK: A bigger and better office 116 with e built-in torture chamber, To MISS BRAHDYi A syllabus that mentions rulers fSo she een roll her rrr'sJ. To MR. BRAVERMAN More oranges for his Solid Geometry and Trig classes. To MR. CHANKIN: Qur sympathy. To MISS CHASNOFF: Our phoney elihis to be held for future hookey-plnyers. To MR. FRANK: An axe fSo he can chop Seniors down., To MR. FREYER: An empty 'Pub Office twe're not ltiddin'J. To MISS JONASr A plea for more exercises, hut only after we graduate. To MRS. KLINGER: A copy of the Folio and little Bernie Benstoclc. To MISS LA PORTE: Une fenetre. To MR. LEICHTLING: His raise and smaller Senior buttons fso he can have a Well-balanced Senior Classl. To DR. LIEBERMAN: A straight razor 'I4