Stitt Junior High School - Laurel Leaf Yearbook (New York, NY)

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DENTISTS CHAIR I sat in a chair and fell asleep, I had a dream that wasn't so meet. Itwas sitting there in the Dentist Chair, I bit my nails and pulled my hair. The Dentist opened my mouth and looked inside, He asked me what kind of food I abide. I couldn't answer, I was too scared, I would scream and holler if I dared. No, I couldn't move; my bones said no, I'd run straight home if I could go. He looked at me and made a sorrowful sigh, He said, Your teeth are going to die! My eyes popped out, my nose did run, I was a scared son of a gun. My legs started to tremble, my feet wanted to fly,- I was so scared I could die. Then at that moment I did awake, And resolved Better care of my teeth to take. Dorothy Davis, 8-314 PEOPLE People are different wherever you go Just as different as your head and your toe, Some are quiet and quite reserved, Some are noisy and like to make themselves heard. But wherever you go you will probably find, When you get to know them they're bound to be kind. Winfred Bendiner, 9-304 B-Paige. c138 x

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NO SOAP Not long ago, Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Carson moved froi'n Omaha, Nebraska to a rented house on Long Island. They were happy to find a home, because of the housing shortage. One day while Mr. Carson was out, Mrs. Carson busily prepared dinner. The doorbell rang and she wondered who could be paying a visit. She opened the door and found a well-dressed young man smiling proudly. Are you Mrs. RonaldCarson, former- ly of Omaha, Nebraska? Yes, she replied, want to know? Ofcourse you saw the Sudsy Soap Pro- gram on television yesterday. Why no, answered Mrs. Carson. The young man smiled again, Well, I have good news for you. You have won the weekly grand prize--two railroad tickets to Omaha, Nebraska. Mrs. Carson gasped and said, Do you really mean it? Of course, Then the young man added, If you don't care to accept the prize, Sudsy Soap will hold another draw- ing next week. but why do you Mrs. Carson replied excitedly, By all meansI'll accept the prize. Only the other night my husband and I were talking about moving back. He is not satisfied with his new job here. I'll return later this evening with your tickets. A few days later, the young man stood on the platform saying goodbye to the Carsons. He stood outside the train window, smiling and wishing them a happy journey. My boy, Mr. Carson called to him, you have been very kind and helpful. I wish there was some way of showing you our gratitude. Oh, but you already have. What do you mean? asked both of the Carsons in surprise. You see my family and I have searched everywhere for a house on Long Island. Now, thanks to your moving, we have found one. Ohlby the way, Mrs. Carson, when you get back to Nebraska don't waste time looking for my brand of soap. You won't find Sudsy Soap anywhere. Albert Killian, 9-403

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THE DAY THAT I WOULD LIKE TO RELIVE In everyone's life and in mine there have been days that were happy, average, and disappointing. The day that stands out the most in my life is my eighth birthday tMay 17, 195W. This was the day thatl was going to become an American Citizen. My mother and grandfather told rne that this was the most wonderful present anyone could receive. I didn't know, too well, what that meant, but I know that I was very proud and happy, even though I would rather have had something with which to play. What child of eight years wouldn't? As I grow older I understand much better what this means to me. In France where I was born, and lived for five years during Whorld War-Two, there was con- tinous fighting and no one knew whether he was safe, or was going to be killed at any moment. So you see why I'm so happy tobe in the United States, where everyone is treated alike, everyone stands for the same thing, and everyone has the op- portunity to become what he or she wants. If I could turn back the calendar to May 17, 1950 and relive that day, I would be too proud and too happy to become an 'l American Citizen again, for I know the real meaning much more clearly, now, than when I was only a child of eight. Beatrice Van Aalten'9-325 M f; usflu 9-353 M453 E II V f C