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

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CE MY T Myshclsm-a belnef or docfrme fhaf knowledge and frufh may come of a splrifual nllummahon nof Io be explalned by fhe ordnnary processes of reason As I closed my ducfionary I was convmced fhal' I should be a mysflc There would be no fevernsh husfle of everyday Ilfe anymore now fhere would be only a deep qulef and soofhmg confenfmenl' of fhe soul When my alarm rudely awakened me fhe followmg mornmg I ecsfa- fically fhrew If on fhe floor I pacufied my brofher s mdngnahon by calmly sfafmg I am a myshc ' The pullow I prompfly received an my face only made me realize how beauhful fhe child was I dressed slowly my mmd full of 'rhoughfs of beaufy of burds and flowers Even fhe sfeady drnzzle oufsnde could nof dampen my splrufs On my way fo fhe sfreef car I resolved nof fo wasfe precious energy chewmg gum so I sfuffed 'Ihe wad Info my pockef and walked Iazuly fo fhe wanfmg car I mef fhe Icy sfare of fhe conducfor wufh an angellc smnle whnch caused ham fo muffer umnfellugnble words I relmquashed my seaf fo a sweef old lady and Ignored fhe cymcal Iaughfer of my com pamons Poor children I fhoughf no beaufy un fheur souls I sighed deeply When fhe car sfopped af school I wanfed pahenfly unful fhe Iasl' of my noisy fellow sfudenfs had pushed fhelr way off Only fhen did I descend Hlsfory English Law Economics Bards and Flowers My mind was full of happy fhoughfs When I was called upon I arose slowly and sfood qunefly a confenfed smnle on my face For fhas I receuved fwo zeros one for maffenfnon fhe ofher for nof knowing fhe days lesson Shll smullng I was ushered Info fhe Dean s office I explained my slfua hon fo fhe kmd lady who sand If would soon pass and senf me on my way I wenf fo my locker fo gef my coal' and as I was reachung for ul' I fell' a sudden umpacf of 'rhe door agamsf my arm I dropped my books and clufched my achmg arm WI+h an oafh I furned upon fhe person who had caused fhe cafasfrophe No longer were my fhoughfs of bards and flowers no longer was fhere love In my hearf for my fellow man Mys fucnsm bah' I smacked fhe crnmmal fold her whaf I fhoughl' of her grabbed my books and coal' sfuck a wad of gum In my moufh ran like mad and lusf made fhe frolley pushed fwo old men ouf of my way fo gef a seaf and was supremely happy Rnfa Levy xklf, Q I I . 0 P' QL, 'WC Lu. LLL Ll. LLL LLL. Ll.. -ui EJ

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AU 1 6. is Ll-5 LLL LL LLLLL LLLLL Nui! JS LLLLL LLL LLL gl. I ON THE SUBWAY Through a dark funnel under 'rhe greaf cify of New York, a subway comes rolling, roaring. Wifh ifs cargo of human life, whose very genius has creafed if, fhe iron monsfer slowly comes fo a sfop. A door slides open, and I walk in. Seeing an empfy seaf, I walk fowards if lazily and sink down. Wifh a iolf, fhe subway again rolls on ifs way. Having nofhing in par- ficular 'ro hold my inferesf, l glance abouf me. A queer assorfmenf of people greefs my eyes. A liffle girl, holding her mofher's hand, is gazing af me, open-moufhed. A fall muscular man is chewing gum energefically and is deeply absorbed in a newspaper. A middle-aged woman sifs cro- chefing. An unshaven man wifh his shirf collar open sfares deiecfedly info space. Two women are chaffing gayly. An infoxicafed loafer is amusing fhose around him which his sfrange mumblings. A miserably dressed youngsfer shuffles fhrough fhe car, inquiring, Shine? Where else does one see ioy and sorrow, filfh and beaufy, innocence and evil, sfrengfh and weakness, hope and despair, each wifhin inches of fhe ofher? l sfudy fhe faces abouf me. Whaf fhoughfs Fill fhe minds of fhese people? The liffle girl-her inferesf changes wifh every new sighf fhaf greefs her wandering eyes. Does she fhink l am funny-looking? ls she amused af my disheveled hair? The fall man is foo deeply engrossed in his fabloid fo nofice anyfhing else. ls he free from worry? ls his news- paper his only means of escaping fhe monofony of daily foil? The crochefing woman confenfedly minds her own business, wifh fhe ease and pafience so becoming fo her age. ls she fhinking of her family, waifing af home for her +o refurn? Then again-perhaps her life has been an unhappy one, and she is frying fo forgef her loneliness. The man wifh fhe blank sfare--he is fhe mosf fascinafing and fhe hardesf fo analyze. Has he iusf losf his iob? If can be a more serious maffer. Has he iusf learned 'rhaf his wife or child was injured, ill or even dying? The drunk keeps mumbling. Who knows whaf fragedy is covered up by fhe iumbled fhoughfs sfirring in his head? Gradually fhe wheels slow, and sfop once again. Wifh a sfarf, my imaginafive fhoughfs furn fo fhose of realify, as l gef up and leave fhe car. The subway goes rolling on, roaring fhrough 'rhe dark funnel under fhe greaf cify of New York. Jack Kufzin