Thomas Jefferson High School - Aurora Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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utomptation freshman lnirialion . . Salulralion . . lnlegrarion . . Revelalion sophomore Elevalion . . Conversafion . . Casligalion . . Dominalion Junior Confemplalion . . Concenlralion . . llluminalion . . Apprecialion senior Culminalion . . Compensalion . . Libera+ion . . Gradualion EXCLAMATION ' Selma Luxenberg 65 ' ' 99 danclng ln the dark Evening claslied ber cymbals, announcing llwe niglnl ol flue prom. Triumplwanlly, winler blew lner discord ol wind and snow inlo Jrlie radianl laces of Jrlie graduales. When llfme seniors linally slvul ber oul, winler walclmed inlenlly Jrlirougli Jrlie windows ol Jrlie warm, brillianlly-liglfred ballroom al llwe Waldorf-Asloria. Music enveloped Jrlie dancers and greeled llne newf comers. Dazzling liglwls and mirrors rellecled llne wonderful orclieslra, Jrlie smoolli dance lloor, Jrlie couples lleeling by. Evening dresses ol swislwing laliela, ruslling sillc, craclcling organdie and purring velvel blended inlo a rlfiyllwmic pal- Jrern. Fluslied cheeks, familiar laces and warm liellos were everywhere. As Jrlwe evening wore on, llie music subsided, liglwls were dimmed and niglil slrelclned oul an enveloping arm wlmiclm drew The dancers once more inlo llie fury ol llwe wind and snow, and liomeward. Only memories remain. Irene Clioldalcer

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uyou 've got me crying again 'Q Well, There I was enTering JeTTerson Tor my TirsT oTTiciaI high school day. I paused Tor a minuTe To read The inscripTion over The doorway, l.eT reverence Tor The laws become The poIiTicaI religion oT The naTion.' Abra- ham Lincoln I chuckled-a guoTaTion oT Lincoln over The doorway oT Thomas JeTTerson I-Iigh School. I inTerred ThaT JeTTerson never said anyThing proTound enough To adorn The cornice oT This sTaTely school building and I enTered. I-laving Tripped up The TronT sTeps, I was conTronTed by whaT seemed To me an eighT TooT gianT wearing an armband marked wiTh The IeTTers HS. P. Where do you Think you're going? he bIurTed. I am a Third Termer, I said apoIogeTicaIIy. ThaT's your problem, he said. You'II have To waiT Till The bell rings beTore you can enTer The building. I Thanked him Tor his aid and wenT ouTside To waiT. I spenT my Time on The sTreeT, idly counTing The windows in The buildings across The sTreeT, as I anxiously looked Torward To The ringing oT The bell. Five minuTes passed and I heard The bellg I sTraighTened my Tie and enTered again. This Time This TugiTive Trom JonaThan SwiTT's Brobdingnag meT me aT The door and said, You're IaTe. I Tried reasoning wiTh him, buT iT seemed I was making Things worse. I-Ie Tinally Took me To The dean's oTTice. I sTood in The rear oT The oTTice while The STudenT PaTroIIer las I IaTer Tound ouT he was calledl, submiTTed his charge againsT me and Then IeTT. The dean eyed me causTicaIIy, Are you here again? he said. I remember you: I never TorgeT a Tace. I poIiTeIy explained ThaT I was a Third Termer. I-le was very nice abouT iT, released me Trom durance vile and dismissed me wiTh a warning noT To geT inTo Trouble again. ThaT was eighT years ago. Now I am a senior. The HS. P's wouIdn'T dare boTher me now. Ch, nol WhaT did you say? Why, I didn'T even eaT ice cream. VVhy should I clean The Table up? LisTen young man, you should respecT your elders. All righT, don'T push: I'Il go. Mr. lvIuIdorT, here I come. ArThur I-Teller