Theodore Roosevelt High School - Saga Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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VR L- IT HAPPENED IN ENGLAND Lord Cedric Forsythe was hunting. At least, he was sup- posed to be hunting, but at that moment he was mingling his snores with the song of the birds and the rustling of the wind in the trees. lt was late afternoon, not that Lord Cedric was aware of the time, for that noble gentleman had been peace- fully wrapped in oblivion since early afternoon. He was the type of gentleman who forgot things until the last minute, and then rushed to get them done on time. He had never yet missed anything of importance to him. He slept the sleep of the inno- cent and the just, for innocent and just he was. He slowly opened his eyes and became aware of the ex- quisite beauty of the setting sun. He watched in rapture the delicate coloring of the skies as the sun bid the earth good- night until another day. When it was gone, he sighed for the lost glory of the sunset. With something akin to a groan, he sat up. With another sigh, he glanced at his watch. He sat there, petrified. His watch couldn't possibly be right. He brought it to his ear. Yes, it was right. Like a frightened rabbit, he jumped up and ran. lt was a mile from his cabin and he had only five minutes left. He prayed as he ran, Lord, please don't-please don't let it be finished. The perspiration stood out on his brow, his breath was coming in pants, it was torture to take a breath. And still he ran. On and on, over hill and dale, through a small brook that rippled angrily as he plunged through it. Never, never had he missed this. Never, never had he been too late. Ah, his luck couldn't fail him, he'd reach that cabin in time. His head was tossed back in an effort to breathe in a few lungfuls of fresh air. His heavy shirt was soaked in perspira- tion. Only one more bend to turn and he would be home. He staggered to the cabin, and flung open the door. His dazed eyes took in his wife and brother comfortably reading, the dishes piled in the sink. He slowly sank to the floor in a dead faint. He was too late-his wife and brother had finished tea. KATHERINE KOTT I MY HEART My heart is like a flower Nestled in the grass Waiting for you to take it Any time you pass. FELICE RIEICI 21

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STUDYING THE STUDY HALL The Fourth of Iuly comes once a year. Everyone awaits its arrival with great enthusiasm and noise-making devices. To live through one day out of three hundred and sixty-five days of nerve-shattering noise, is a blessing. To live through two hun- dred days is absolute murder. I clearly remember my first visit to Theodore Roosevelt's study hall. Being under the impression that silence is essential in study, I entered noiselessly on tip-toes. By the whispering and noises that met my ears, I judged that this place was different from what it was said to be. I was in the act of occupying a seat, when suddenly the blast of a police whistle nearly burst my eardrums. I whirled around, expecting to see an officer of the law performing his duty, but lo and behold, the sight I per- ceived was one I shall never forget. Standing in the center of the aisle, her arms waving in such a manner that would make a band leader envious, she stood tall and defiant, shouting for silence. After a few attempts, she finally succeeded, and re- turned to her chair. The performance over, I opened a book intent on studying. I had hardly begun when a wave of music filled the hall. An instructor was giving some pupils lessons on how to play the organ. No sooner had the organ lessons ended, than a few amateur actors began to rehearse a play on the stage, I carrie to the conclusion that the only person who could succeed in studying in this hall must be absolutely deaf. The actors were in quite bacchantic mood when the period ended. Before taking my departure, I questioned a student if these incidents happened daily. He replied that this was the cus- tomary routine of the study hall, and aside from police whistles, shouting, organ playing, rehearsals, and various other elements, the auditorium was considered a very appropriate place in which to spend periods for close study. IosEPHNoTo HOPE AND FAITH Hope is young, True and steady Everlasting and beautiful Constant and comforting. Wondrous and mysterious Hope and faith, Alive and fiery Viffl-165 two, Vivid and fearless. Sweet and sometimes sad Faith is soft, Proud and dear, Unchangeable and endless That stays with lass and lad. Humble and unhesitating SYLVIA MOSKGWITZ Z0

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Tl-IEODCRE A I Y-L' f '5-'1 -4 'ah f.i ..1lmQIa , ..,, gh IQOCDSEVELT LEGENDS In my last term in school, I feel that there are some things about Theodore Roosevelt that will never be forgotten. I there- fore choose to call them legends. They are:-W That being late for the first period constitutes a good excuse for spending the remainder of the day in Loew's Paradise 'k 'k Sl' That every club affair is attended by everybody except club members 'k 'A' it That if you pretend to be intelligent you might fool yourself into passing your subjects i' 'k 'k That when one sees a ticket seller, before the ticket seller sees him, the ticket seller will never see him 'k 'k 'k That the motion pictures have been making our book reports easier 'I' 'k 'k That Theodore Roosevelt is the best school in the Bronx 'k i' i' That if one enters a classroom before the late gong rings, he is a sissy 'k 'k Sl' That if you fail a subject for the first half of the term, you have to be nice to the teacher of that subject for the second half of the term 1' it 'A' That the difference between the old days and the new is that instead of getting our report cards four times a term, we now see the bad news twice a term i' 'k 'k That the students are always more intelligent than the teachers 1' i i' That you are supposed to go down an UP staircase and up a DOWN staircase i 'Ir 'k That the most interesting subjects are discussed in the halls of the school, and not in the classrooms 'k i' 'A' That a good Rooseveltian is one who is eager to go to his classes. After holding a conversation until the late gong rings, you see him dashing through the halls, pushing whatever may be in his way out of his way, in his great anxiety to get to his class before the teacher 22'