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

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♦♦♦♦ ♦♦ ♦♦ ♦♦ ♦w ► o ► z ► % o ► o ► o o WibA. dhl n A. iRonpSL Qohimn, By ARLEXE BECKER Milwaukee, Wise. % % o o o o o o % o o o o o o o s $ % % % How to Make a Date 1 lovely Stern maiden 1 pound of luck i pound of pluck 1 bucket of mathematical skill 1 good-natured dad 2 horsepower of hydraulic pressure I Cadillac convertible J My Fair Lad} tickets With the horsepower, extract two My Fair Lady tickets and one use of the Cadillac tor the evening. Then pul the bucket ol mathematical skill at the disposal of the maiden to lie used b) her as the occasion requires. Take the remainder of luck in one hand and pluck in the other and present yourself at the Duane Mezzanine one evening. Spill the pluck in all directions. Splash it about vigorousl) and while she is dazzled by your performance, ask her to go with you on the specified evening. If she hesitates, plunge your hands into your pockets, whistle a tune and swagger away in the direction ot her best girlfriend. Re-apply later and lie rewarded with success. o o o o o o o z t ' o t ' '

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♦ o z o o ► $ o i ► o o s o ► i ► An alarniins first-person experience TERROR! TERROR By ROZ BERKOWITZ Hartford, Conn. I shall never forget that day as long a- I live! It was July 6, 1944. The sun was shining brightly, reflecting the glee of anticipation within me. I was going to the circus. It was not to be an or- dinary, small-town affair that one sees in pictures, but one with a big top, hun- dreds of huge animals and large grand- -tands. I. a youngster of six years, accompanied by my mother, was on my way to sec the celebrated Barnum and Bailey Circus. I recall my thoughts as we entered the huge tent. How anxious I was to see that circus! Later would come the joy of relating the episode to my friends. Little did I know of the crisis soon to occur. Today, my recollections of the elab- orate opening of the e ent are hazy. However, from the conclusion oi the trapeze artist ' s act to the termination t that never-to-be-forgotten day, my mem- ories arc extremely vivid. Entranced in the glamorous world of circus life, my thoughts were shifted to reality by a tremendous flash of light followed by a loud crackling of fire. And then the nightmare began! Yes, this was the shocking Circus Fire of ' 44 about which many people, tucked securely in their homes, read. Although they felt that they knew of the horror which ac- companied the injuries and loss of life, only the figures in this real drama of human slaughter could possibly conceive the pain and horror, anxiety and despair which accompanied this tragedy. Terror! Terror! Terror! People throwing children into waiting arms, chairs tumbling down through the grand- stands, shouts, screams, cries, animals prancing madly in their cages, people racing, falling, pulling, pushing, drag- ging, crawling, crying — these things drew me further into my world of fright a« I groped toward safety, half running and stumbling, the rush and roar of the 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 %