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

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QUR E IOR TEACHER Four years have swiftly passed us hy. And we are leaving old .lellerson High. XYe extend to you, teachers, our appreciation, For adding a ehapter to our education. On many occasions we argued. it's true. It was only because we worried aliout you. Like the times you said. Test and we said Noi XVe thought only of your marking, papers, you know. Or the times we forgot homework. you lieeame mad, You had less to eorreet. we thought you'd he glad. Youll miss our kindnesses. hut try' not to fret. Previous students like us. you are soon hound to get. t ------be .. ...d M ,Wm 'W From left to right, front fUlL'.' Nlrs. Nordell, Nliss Wlirtli. Xlrs. Gilhert, Mrs. Sehor. Mrs. Roth, Mrs. Lasker, Mrs. Solow. Buck row: Nlr. jahin. Xlr. Fenton, Mr. Beek- man, Mr. Hecht, Mr. Amienherg. Missing: Mrs. Gallagher, Nliss Xlillson. Nliss Sarquis. Xlr. Beekenstein, Mr. Drucker, Mr. Pfeffer. Little did we realize, however, how important she would be to us . .

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Affair? TO ?++++++++++++ i l ?++++++ A FRE HMA - 41 lt is an Ancient Senior And he stops a new Freshie 'tliy thy long drawn face and glittering eye Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? jc-llerson's doors are open Wide They're there to let me in The students met, the school is setg Cans't thou hear the classroom din? He holds him with a knowing eye The Freshie now stood still, And listens like a three year child The Senior hath his will. The hell has rung, the school halls cleared. Nlerrily the students Hew, Past the ottice, past each room Past the teachers too. The Freshie, he turns his face Yet he cannot choose hut hear And thus spake on, that Ancient Klan Now in his Senior Year. And now he told how late he was To every class head had. And thus he told his tale of woe To this young eager lad. 'Uh Freshman! This soul hath heen Late eyen to a Regents Class. So late I was, that I myself Saw no Way l could passl Sweeter than the graduation. T'is sweeter tar to me To walk in on time to eyery class. XVith a goodly company Oh a ,left S.P. taught me well To get to my class early. And forced me to tell my tale And only then he lelt me tree. ulfarewell, lkarexyell, hut this l tell To thee, thou lfreshuian hoy llc passeth well, who goeth early To eyery class with ioyf' The Senior whose eye is hright, And came late neyer more ls egoneg and now the young Freshman Turned quickly to his classroom door. lle went like one who hath heen stunned And is ot sense forlorn A sadder and a wiser Freshie, lle rose the morrow morn. Marilm XVHIIUCI1

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be Crm 0 THE HAPPIE T DAY Bright faces are gleaming, proud parents are beaming, and hundreds of vibrant voices are re-echoing tones of joyful laughter. All because it's graduation day, and youu are graduating. But why aren't you laughing? And why do you feel so tense? Perhaps itls that noise, that dreadful, rhythmic, repetitions beat that keeps pounding in your ears. G-d, what is it? Then, for a moment, reality, you realize that it's the sound of your heart palpitating with such abnormal intensity. And once again your head is swimming. XVhat is happening to you? How will you ever get your diploma? Suddenly, all noises fade into the distance and you,re all alone, and thinking. It seems as if it were only yesterday and you were starting out in elementary school, but 12 years have already passed. You hadnit a problem in the world then, except perhaps, the task of choosing whether to play ball or to ride your tricycle after school. Many of your actions were silly, but excusable, because you were only a kid. Then you reached the higher grades and just couldn,t wait to grow up--to be a teenager. To have funl Teenage life did consist of that fun you longed to have, but it was also a blend of the problems of adolescence you hadn't anticipated. Your pranks were criticized, yet understood, because you were at that in-between stage. Strong was your desire to grow older, as was your goal to be graduated from high school. XV ell, the time has come, and youire afraid! Suddenly, the sound of music breaks your period of silence. The noises of the crowd seem to return, too, and you realize that you are no longer alone. You're in a world with millions of people who expect you to face responsibility, make decisions, and react with decorum to all arising situa- tions. You know now that living won't be a 'gbed of roses, but your education has, both directly and indirectly, helped to prepare you for the future and now you must hope for the best. All around you happy faces are glowing, and before you know it some of the radiance seems to be passed on to you. You find yourself proudly smiling, and you know, uthis is your graduation day. You finally made it, kid! You're all grown uplu Hoclzellc Snyder By 11:00, we were well on our way to a solution. We had gathered many bits of information from cooperative teachers and had narrowed down the search considerably.