Walt Whitman Junior High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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THE LAST ADVENTURE OF GEORGE G. ERM Y 1 I-ln: u-mp1-l gil 1 I had been running for three days-- running, hiding, running! everywhere I knew: under Pancreas Cliff, at Gallstone Peak, at the Enzyme River. But they still chas- ed me. They kept on my trail and used their best detective---a lady known as Aunt Body, or more affec- tionate1y--- HAunty Bodyn. They were all after me. The Peristaltic Air Brigade was spot- ting me from above. The White Cell Guerrila Force was following me wherever I went. Aunty Body's de- tectives were directly behind me. Everybody in Anatomy-Land was on my trail, on the look-out! All red cells were inspected while going under the Ventricle Bridge and through the Auricle Tunnel. Every- one was on guard! Why? Because my name is George G.Erm CGerm for short!J I came from a place called Organismania. I was sneezed out, I was carried through the air, and I was inhaled by Anatomy-Land. Of course, my en- trance was illegal. I passed unno- ticed by the Cilia Customs Agents and the Larynx and Secret Police. But before I could start my work, I was exposed! And now Ifm running. Look!! There they are. The White Cell guerrilla agents!They're closing in on me. I've got to get away. and - and now, the Air Bri- gade is above me. What can I do? There's only one chance. I could go through Liver Pass, over Bile Swamp and on into the Gallbladder Hills. There I could pass out on the Lunch Train unnoticed and go into the small intestine. I have to make it. It's my only chance. Well I made it through LiverPass and now I have to go through Bile Swamp. There's no turning back now. The White Cells and the Air Brigade are around me. Look!! That thing!! It's coming at me. My mother warned me about it. It's a vaccine needle, and it's---it's carrying penicillin! If that stuff touches me, I'm done for. It's the deadliest liquid knowm In my country, Organismania, they never did find a cure for pencillin. And now the deadly liquid is coming right at me!! I've got to turn back. But I can't! Aunty Body's de- tectives are at my right and the White Cell Guerrilla Forces are at my left!! The Peristaltic Air Bri- gade is above me and the needle is coming right at me!! My time has come. Oww!! The penicillin is eat- at me.... This is my end. ing away IOOCOOIIIOOOIOOIIODOOCOOOI 7 Stephen Sidorsky 48 Az-:Men wATCn5

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THE DAY THAT I PLAYED HERQINE It was a warm and sultry day and the cool water of the swimming pool was perfect for lazy relaxa- tion. If anybody offered me a pen- ny for my thoughts, he would have been cheated as I had absolutely nothing on my mind except a strong determination to do nothing. Suddenly, the pleasant sound of laughter and pleasure was broken by a terrifying shriek which I will never forget. It was my best friend Ellen, who had ventured out too far and was drowning. Her pitiful screaming was a challenge. It seemed to put superhuman speed into my arms and legs. As I swam to her side, horrors of horrors, I dis- covered my poor drowning friend Ellen, had become desperate like a maniac. In the excitement to sur- vive, she grabbed my hair clawed my face, and actually stifled my breath. The last thing that I re- membered was being held under water. When I came to, I was on the patio. The lifeguard was giving me artificial respiration. Ellen, I was soon told, had somehow worked her way to safety. I,quite unexpec- tedly, turned out to be the rescued one instead of the rescuerl Linda Cantor 47

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HALLOWEEN HORROR It is Halloween night, There is a full moon out and the wind is whispering eerily through the tr My brother John is out trick-and- treating and playing his famed practical jokes. I am ten years old. I am, at the moment, disappointed because my friend is sick and can't come trick or treating with me. But, I am de- termined to go---even if I must go alone. See, I am dressed as a witch and myhtrick or treatnbag is hitting my leg as I walk along cautiously. A black cat is crossing my path. I jump back as he hisses loudly. I 4 The night is dark. I turn quick- ly as I hear a crunch in the bushes Nothing is there. I ring a doorbelll HTrick or Treat?n Slam!! Oh well I'll try the next house. I walk down the steps. I see two shining green eyes approaching me. It screams and claws, swinging its arms wildly. Is it my imagination, or is it real? It's coming closer. I'd better run. I am running down the street screaming hysterically. I have tripped on a root of an old tree. The thing is standing over me now. Its hideous eyes are shining in the nightg blinding, terrifying. Its claws are reaching for my throa closer, closer. It laughs in a low, menacing tone. I scream in horror. I am too weak to fight. Then it is I hear laughter from behind a hedge. I look around and out come three boys hysterical with laughter. I turn and see my brother standing with a grotesque mask at his side. He is apologizing between bursts of laughter. I too, am laugh- ing but I don't know why! Maureen Nolan