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

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'ii -47 Avy' v ff Asr wxu. Nl ff .., ! '5 Q.. LSL g .:.' Q- S s. ' :. D 0 M L AND TESTAMENT Mrs. Miller, in your sweet wav, You hel Mr. Cantor ped to brighten every day we leave to you, Third year Fren , Miss W7irth and Mrs. Solow, to you we declare, do not despair. Mr. Fenton with your hu ch and our thanks too. A new gymnasium, so I mor so line, You made English a y d f O von er ul time. Mr. Wlest and Mr. Kaplan, you've been just grand: To vo ' l 1 ' 4 u ue eaye a fine orchestra and ba d - 'n . To Miss Peters, a hne teacher and friend, All our gratitude we do extend. And Mr. Harni A set of math boolt Mr. Glass to you we shall leave, All brangs and brun0s, so do not grieve. cla we shall give to you, s all shiny and new. O For patience Given witho O ut a gripe XVe salute Miss Palmer, who taught us to type. K'Rip Goldman, youlre really on the beam, Y ' d ou re oing a lot with our football te am. Mrs. Dicltman to you were leaving today, Another terrihc radio play. Miss Port, for your help, generosity too, A perfect Liberty Bell we leave to you. Miss Allenson and Miss Schmidt all our thanlts xx From the Senior Council and each graduate. Mrs. Quinn and Mr. Muldorll, you helped us when tl Our gratitude can't be expressed enough. Mr. Kaphan your guidance was swell, ln meeting lilies problems we shall excel. Our school, thc teachers, and These are the things we shall always rex . Cli.om.x Sueimuu 'e state, ie going got tough. all we hold dear. Q 3 A 1-vii' ., L IL 3 I ll Al.Xllll.YN Ho 1 fan 4.11. .1 ya all l

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questions in clehancc. Irie wipes his lmntl over his tlungarees, pushes the tail of his sportshirt untlcr his ht-lt and writes his answers with assurance while he surveys his poor struggling classmates with sympathtic contempt. I Ia! Look at poor Milty. I coultl have tolrl him that the teacher woulcln't liall lor that borrowing-some-ink-act. XVell, what's a zero to him, anyway? Anal I see Selma is trying that cough and peek trick again, hut it isn't working this time. VVell. ro work. Boy! All these questions are just on what I stuclieclf' he says triumph- antly to himself. Easy as pie! XVoncler where I ought to take Zelda Friday night. I guess Ive nearly got this test licked. I-Ie rubs his hancl instinctively over his grown-in crew hair cut and serawls the few remaining answers across the paper with the confidence of a master scholar. The teacher signals for the exchange of papers. The marking begins. Eagerly the answers are checked. Calls of protest and shrieks of relief are hearcl throughout the room as the correct answers are given. The teacher reacls oil the marks .... Sam-63, Shirley-92. . . RITA FELDMAN

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Dr. Horowitz, lNlr. Cantor, Mrs. Dickman, Mr. Schain, Mr. Greer, Klr. Fenton, Miss Vlfirth, Mrs. Pasternak, lNliss Schmidt, lX'liss Millson, Mr. Glass. Blr. L. Goodman Mr. Sakol TRIBUTE My parents, I am the product ot your anguish Ol your chiding tongues, GE your molding hands, Of the Cold swcut on your brows. Thu slay lights up Witli the Home from my huiirt, Which you, my tcuchcrs, kindled From Ll spark. You arc my sun chasing dnrlincssg My road is nglow with linowlcdgc. Aurora, The cold midnight air dispcrsos In thc presence ol' the rod gold Burning with thu still, stcudy hre Thur I am. CLAIRE SOHMER