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

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The zfIllC'5!lfIll'6' 0 ' T THE PI IK CARD I walked into jefferson and I did frown, For all of the stairways were marked UP and DOXVN. I followed all rules and did not try, Even after three years, them to defy. I trod through the stairways. each day for three years, And always gave heed to the signs of my peers. I followed all rules, but then came the day, VVhen a stairway marked DOXVN was to cause my dismay I cautiously climbed as the kids ran right past me, A big guy came by and he wanted to blast me. I ,got to the top and lo and behold, A teacher was waiting, month open to scold. Get down to the bottom. I heard him scream and cry I felt like a fool and I wanted to die. I was quite embarrassed and counted to ten. But when he wasnit looking I tried it again. I almost succeeded, but when I reached the top stair, He called np to me but I didnt care. So he screamed and yelled, And he didnit let me speak, His reign was soon over ,... I CRADUATED THAT VVEEKY Adrienne Potaslinian We rang the bell for the elevator and after a five-minute wait got to the second floor.

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THE ++++++++++++++++' 4+ +++++++++++++ ++ F I AL PROBLEM ff I ,, , 5 Is this a Regents which I see before me, the questions towards my face? Come, let me clutch thee. VVill I pass? I know not, yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal enemy, harsh unto my grades as unto my feelings? Ur art thou but a misery to the Il1II1Ll, a horrible creation that proceeclecl from The brilliant teachers' brains. Thou temp'st me to use a gyp sheet and Such an instrument Ill like to use. My intelligence is made a fool of by The others, for look at all the rest. The room is still and on my paper, Answerless questions, which was never so before. Thou art a terrible Thing whose contents bring one thought only to my mind, now half which is NVorking. And to my tired brains my answers seem dead, and wicked Dreams abuse these torturous hours. The faculty celebrates. Thou sure and firm-set heaven, hear my prayers, which way they walk, for I Fear this exam will determine my whereabouts. I beg you, take the present Horror from mine eyes. WVhile my soul dies. my teachers happily lives And feelings of anguish my heart gives. I go and it is done: The bell invites me. But lack of time made it to be A knell, that summons me to heaven tgracluationj or to hell fnot gracluatingj. Phyllis Saretm l j 'W ,, ,,, V ' ,

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be me 0 THE FADI ORY It's 1959, and were graduating from High Schooll How very mature we all feel for our age. Not as old as our 'ipractically ancient? parents and teachers, of course, but very grown-up indeed. NVe now look back at our 'cchildishw years and recall uthose good old days? in kindergarten when we were young. But, in 20 years from now, we'll look back and reminisce in the very same sentimental way about our ujuvenilei' days in high school. And will we remember all those tests? Boy, did we put in hours of study and preparation Qto place all those long test answers on those little 'cgyp sheets? D. And will we recall the clothes we wore? XVill you fellas remember copying the appearance of singers Elvis Presley and Pat Boone Cwho you claimed you despisedl? You started at your head with those long sideburns and went right down past your paisley print shirts to the white buck shoes on your feet. And will we girls recollect those big, baggy crew neck sweaters we wore four sizes too large for us, while we wore all other sweaters four sizes too small? Sneakers Qwhich were sinful to wear cleanl was the vogue in footwear, and heavy make-up was the trend for eyes fit weighed down eye-lids and gave a good excuse for falling asleep in classj. XVhat about the memory of our lunchroom and our favorite delicacy, potato chips? CVVe also liked egg salad, tuna salad, bologna, pastrami, salami, cheese, ice cream, candy and anyone hungry?j And will the memory of these sly techniques we used in class haunt our minds in the future? For example, nodding our heads yes in Spanish class to give the teacher the assurance that he was putting his lesson across. CVVe knew very well it all sounded like Greekd Then there was the falling plaster tthat kept falling until the painters camel, the new look of the school when the painters were through Qsame old light green colored walls, we loyedl, the weekly baby sitting jobs, the homework Call week and twice as much on week-endsl, the blind dates falways lu lusl, the gym Qwith the daily dressing and undrcssingl, and the weird expressions Culiin cracking up , crazy man , I could croaku, 'Tm going to blow a fuse And those were the good old days .... YVill we remember??????? H0l'lIt'lll' Sllillfttl' Try every room on this floor, Watson, remarked Holmes. You know O ll my methods.