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

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Through the halls we wandered, in and out of rooms, up the up starrways and down the down stairways. Do you member when we first saw that beautiful little senior? l asked The fair sex is your department, Holmes retorted. be we of flze The time-the seventh period, the place-jeffeie son, U.S.A. tit eouldnlt happen anywhere elsel, spe- cifically-the boys' gym. At the moment one hundred odd tand I mean oddj adolescents are pursuing has- kethall, volleyball, or ping pong or are just standing around and Indian Wrestling. Suddenly the bell rings. All immediately make haste toward the locker room, some running and others quietly sneaking out. However, the teacher blows his whistle and tells all for Whom the hell tolls with a booming The hell is for me and not for you.l'He then motions every- one to his spot. A lecture then follows which ranges from an appeal for tardy dental notes to a reprimand for the lad who is wearing a Mad T Shirt instead of an oflicial jefferson uniform, whatever that is. At last the class is allowed to change. By this time the late bell is long gone. Four minutes, five hurled sneakers, and three broken combs later, everyone is set to go. Of course, the gym is on the ground floor and as fate would have it, our herols Cnot the one with the Mad shirt, the one who Wanted to be excused because of his triple hairline fracturej next class is Chemistry, which is on the fifth. After breaking the worldis indoor record for the five story dash, uphill, Mr. jefferson arrives hreathlessly in class and staggers toward the general direction of his seat. As luck would have it, teacher is alert today and cahny spying our hero from behind his Bunsen Burner inquires as to what kept him and would he please get a late pass. As he stumbles out of the room our harried Warrior wonders if this really is the best of all possible words and if he should have carried out his previous threat to transfer to Tilden. Rielmrfl Goldstein TIVE ATHLETE

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DEDICATED TO SIDNEY ZFCKOFF Graduates: Hay I express my uppreciution to you for huying chosen me to address you on this. your graduation duy. All of you ure uwure thut this is it duy which you will rememher for the rest of your liyes. A duy thut is filled with such excitement might leuye little time for quiet thought. hut I would like to share with you some reflections on the significunce of this time. Graduating from High School is hoth u heginning and un end. For niuny it is the end of it way of life thut hus heen theirs for twelye yeurs. The close friend- ships formed. the shared experiences, the feeling of ht-longing und liuying to he accounted for in ti large hut xery friendly school. ull this will end. For those of you who will continue your schooling. High School duys will forever cull to mind happy Clays of youtll and iI'1Iioct'lict'. But this day represents it heginning for ull of you. New und greater respon- sibilities face you. decisions affecting it lifetime will have to he made. and greatest of all, the opportunity for fulfillment us un indiyiduul uwuits you. The challenges are there. In confronting these chullenges. let tolerance he your constant coinpaniong recognize that honesty and integrity cannot he comprornisedg realize that educa- tion is a never-ending processg he aware that acquisition of material goods is not the key to happiness, hut that service to your fellow mun. to your community, and to your nation offers much greater personal rewards. Good luck to all of you. SIDNEY ZUCKOFF Well, Watson, what do you make of it? . .

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