Stern College for Women - Kochaviah Yearbook (New York, NY)

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The next day she and her parents went to visit her uncle who lived in the country, and they spent Saturday and Sunday there. She felt a little sad when the weekend had finished, because that marked the end of summer for her. School would begin and she knew she might never get to see Fred again. Of course she could drop into the drugstore on the way back from school, but then perhaps he would leave town now that a new season had started — ■ and besides, he did know where she lived. It would be wonderful if he did stay in town and if he accompanied her to and from school every day. She would proudly stroll by and show off her handsome and wonderful friend. Monday morning she thought about her walk to school. Her two friends Jo Ann and Betty would come along giggling and skipping up to her door and tell her to hurry or they might be late to school. It would be so much nicer if Fred could walk with her. Somehow she wanted and needed that kind of companionship now. Her mother told her to stop daydreaming and to finish her breakfast. The girls arrived right on time . . . they always came on time, it seemed. Somehow the first day of school didn ' t seem quite so exciting as she had expected. She slipped into her jacket and picked up her books . . . then she saw him approaching the house. Oh joy! She could walk with him after all. Her mother wondered at the strange look on her daughter ' s face. What are you staring at, Daphne? It ' s Fred . . . Oh Mother, it ' s Fred. Isn ' t he handsome! Isn ' t he wonderful! Her two friends stopped short as the fleeting figure dashed up to Daphne and greeted her quite joyfully. Mother — Jo Ann — Betty . . . This is Fred! Fred happily acknowledged the greeting. So this is why you ' ve been acting so strangely lately! Daphne ' s mother exclaimed. Yes, Mother, Daphne answered. At last I ' ve found the one I want. The mother smiled and thought profoundly about the girls prancing gaily off to school together, and a third — her Daphne — entrancingly engrossed in her wonderful Fred, who furiously wagged his tail and barked in glee. THE SABBATH RHODA L. GLYN, BALTIMORE, MARYLAND The seventh day! The glorious Sabbath Queen Tiptoeing softly on the threshold of my home Bearing her gift from the Almighty above Our Sabbath most holy, a sign of His love. There ' s a present of rest and of thankfulness too. Of joy and remembrance of what ' s happened to you. All week under strain with the drudge of each day The thought of the Sabbath washes troubles away. Each Sabbath day the glory of G-d Sheds its light upon my house As the candles flicker, their flames so bright. Give us reason to bless this precious sight. Relaxed and composed from the tasks of the week. Renewed by the quiet and peace that we seek, The poor, the rich, the young, the old, Can share its glory, more worthy than gold. Happy are we who were chosen by G-d. To enjoy such a holy and precious day. V!

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FRED SELMA STILLMAN, LONG BEACH, NEW YORK Daphne first saw him down by the corner drugstore. His hair was dark brown in color and his eyes had a soft, lovable look. Questioning the soda-jerk, Daphne learned that Fred often visited that very drugstore. just at that moment Fred came inside and Daphne noticed the brisk way he carried himself and the friendly greetings he got from the drugstore staff. She wondered whom he lived with and the soda-jerk informed her he didn ' t know. Somehow afraid to ask any more questions, she left the store, looking back at Fred just once. Instinctively she liked him and knew that she would return to that soda fountain often. As she had hoped, when she became part of the drugstore scene, Fred finally noticed her. One day he sat next to her while she drank a malted milk and she dared to watch him closely for several seconds. When she turned the stool around so as to get off, she accidentally kicked his leg. When he jumped back in a sutprised manner and looked at her in a slight cringe of pain, she cried, I ' m sorry. A special awareness in the look he returned her made her happy that this little accident had occurred. That day he walked home with her. Well, he actually didn ' t walk home with ,her — he just sort of trailed her in the background. Daphne felt a glow in her heart and a blush on her cheeks, but she didn ' t turn around to acknowledge his presence; she knew she must handle this right — especially with one she had begun to feel so deeply about. About two doors from her house he stopped walking and just seemed to be watching. Daphne watched him out of the corners of her eyes. I guess he just wants to learn where I live and maybe, oh maybe, he ' ll come over one day. These were her thoughts at that moment, but she did not tell her mother or father about Fred. He was her own secret and besides she didn ' t know if her parents would smile on a drugstore-meeting-follow-home friendship. So Daphne decided to stay away from the drugstore for one day at least, with the hope that Fred would come over to see what had happened when such a steady customer absented herself from her daily haunt. But Fred did not come, not at all. It made Daphne a little sad, but she couldn ' t act disappointed or her mother would notice and she didn ' t want to tell about Fred, not just yet anyway. 18

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AMERICA LEA ICZKOVITS, TEL AVIV, ISRAEL I had heard many admiring remarks about America as a country of beauty, of largeness, commercial development, etc. But about the high level of education and art I did not hear anything. When I finally arrived, I was impressed mainly by these aspects. I did not pay much attention to the beautiful places of this big city, because it appeared to be natural after hearing so many enthusiastic descriptions from people who had visited here. It surprised me much more that New York itself is such a big center of education and art. To be honest, I wasn ' t so happy to come here at first as everybody emphasized to me when they heard that I wanted to attend college here: If you want to enjoy your life; go to New York, but if you want to study seriously, go to England. As soon as I arrived here, I realized how much people can be mistaken. Wherever I turned, I saw adults as well as children anxious to study and progress. First, a very interesting thing caught my eye here, particularly because I never before saw anything similar to it, although I passed through many civilized countries. I never saw people who wanted to learn, read, and visit museums and all sorts of educational assemblies as here in New York. In the subways, in buses, people read even in standing position. After watching the material that those people devour like hungry wolves, I found out that many other beliefs of the people were wrong. The greatest percentage of citizens read good readings, and not those cheap stories that were attributed to them. As for musical development I learned that the U. S. A. is not filled only with cheap music. Even in Radio City Music Hall one can hear fine musical pieces played bv an outstanding orchestra. Even television helped me to learn much about the common American citizen ' s educational interest in various fields such as poetry, history, literature, music, paintings, etc. Quickly I destroyed the whole line of challenges about Americans. Another example would be the statement that people who were born here don ' t speak any other language except their own mother tongue. To disprove this, I found out after investigating thoroughly, that one who finished high school has to learn a foreign language at least for two years. Therefore, most people, at least the same percent as in other countries, know one or more foreign languages. When I attended school I was convinced completely that my attitude toward America was wrong. I imagined girls would have no educational interest and, instead, I met intelligent students, well-educated in various fields, who were willing to learn and succeed in their way. Two things I learned from this. First, never again will I take any one ' s word in advance. Second, to form an opinion it is not enough to hear and see from a distance, but one ought to investigate thoroughly and then to form an opinion and criticize. To apologize for my early thoughts I can only say that one can consider herself fortunate to come to the United States, get a balanced education and, have fun, especially at Stern College! The original flavor of the Israeli style has been retained in the writing of both Miss Iczkovits and Miss Fromer (on the following page). COLLECTORS SELMA STILLMAN The world is full of collectors — These things may interest some others, Of clippings and cameras and cars, But I have intangible hies Of miniature ships and old paper clips Of happiness sparks from witty remarks — And historical surgical scars. I ' m a collector of smiles . 20