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

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► o z o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o $ o o o o o o o I o o ► o t o ► ► ► o ► o s ► o ► o o s o ► ► o t o ► ► o the same, I had better be careful. Oh, it ' s so deserted, dark and lonely. I ' m scared. Suddenly she heard loud footsteps slowly coming up the ramp. Her heart started to beat faster. She felt it pound- ing against her ribs. When is that train going to come? When? Oh, come on train, please hurry. The footsteps grew louder and came closer. She could make out the figure of a tall man with a large frame advancing towards her. Slowly but surely he came closer. Then she saw- that it was only a conductor and he just passed by. The train came. How she wished that she had already arrived home. She got on. She only had to go three short stops, but it seemed like an eternity. She got off at the middle of the platform. She started to walk down the platform towards the stairs. There was no one on the platform — at least no one she could see. She walked quickly. Sud- denly she saw a man lying on the plat- form. Dead or drunk — she didn ' t know. She wanted to scream, but nothing came out. She felt her stomach and her heart turning inside her. She trembled. She had only one thought. RUN ! She tried her best to run, but she froze. Then she ran. Scared stiff and pale as a ghost, she Hew down the stairs and out of the station. Luckily, a bus was there and she made it just in time. When she got off the bus, she started walking. She still trembled and kept glancing behind her. She thought she heard footstep s. She quickened her pace. Those footsteps seemed to go faster also. However, when she looked back, she saw nothing. She turned the corner and started to run. Faster, faster, she kept telling herself. She finally came to her house. She searched for her key, fumbled, and dropped it. She found it hard to see through the tears, but finally retrieved the key. She quickly opened the door, went inside and slammed the door shut. She put her arm against the door and her head on her arm. Between her laugh- ing, crying and sighing, she managed to say : There, Evelyn Albert, wasn ' t it all silly? You ' re home now, safe and sound. Nothing bad really happened. Now, calm j ' ourself and go upstairs and take a hot shower. You ' re trembling like a leaf. As she turned around, she found herself staring into the barrel of a revolver. o o o o o o

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► ► z o z ► ► z ► z ► o ► ► ► o o o o o o o o o I o (pinnuL On, 9%. Jvi i. (DaisL His parents and mine were friends for man} ' years, and they often discussed our first date long before it happened. We lived in the same apartment house. Neighbors, too, seemed to have a curious interest in the happenings of the day. It would be safe to say that almost every- one in the building was concerned with my debut. It was one of those beautiful spring days that nature brings forth to blot out the memory of the long, bleak winter. Birds were nesting. Barren trees and early vines virtually pushed out delicate green buds to greet the warm sun. Ro- mance filled the air. This was the setting for my first date. The importance of the occasion created an aura of excitement in our household. Mother seemed especially happy. She helped with my bath and dusted powder in just the right places. My dress and accessories matched perfectly, and to complete the ensemble, I wore some very effective pins. First impressions are so lasting. Mama was anxious that I look just right, and judging from the coin- By ROBERTA REISS New Rochelle, N. Y. ments as we left the building, I knew that this had been accomplished. He was already there. It was obvious that much attention had been given to his clothes and appearance. He was a picture of elegance. Then our chaperones brought us together as though to effect an introduction. We were then left alone — awkwardly staring at each other. After some very trying, speechless mo- ments, a conversation followed that is hardly worth recording. Anyone over- hearing us would have labeled it pure nonsense. Frankly, the details of what followed next are not clear, but I do know that I was rapidly losing interest in my new friend. Perhaps it was the vast difference in our ages — he was three times as old as I. My young man was most persistent and did not give up easily. He smiled coyly and tried a new line of chatter to hold my attention. But it was all in vain. I yawned delicately and fell fast asleep in my new beribboned carriage — forgiveable conduct for a lass just three weeks old on her first day out. % o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o % o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦