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

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WHEN I MET A FAMOUS PERSON One day as I was walking through the woods, I thought of how nice it would be to meet a famous person like George Washington. Then suddenly I heard a faint noise. Right in front of me landed what I thought looked like a space ship. Out of this ship emerged a small man with ver odd lookin clo- Y ' 3 thing. He looked at me with a friendly smile, but I still felt a little afraid of him. He began to speak in a very gen- tle voice, but what he had to say is really what shocked me. He asked me if I would like to take a trip to visit a famous person from the past, Before I knew what was happening, I was in his space ship and on my way to see the great George Washing- ton. When I arrived back in time I found myself in the midst of a,crowd watching George Washington being elected to the office of first pres- ident of the United States. As the ceremony ended, I noticed everyone was staring at me. Then I realized how funny I must have looked in my short skirt and bulk sweater alongside of long dresse and wide petticoats. George Washington stepped f his platform and came over t He asked me where I came fro why I was wearing such odd c him, he invited me to his met his wife Martha, and ed to stay for dinner ner, she gave me a small et to remember her by. me back to the spot where ship had left me. After I explained ever t Again, before I could say good- bye, I was back in the woods. I had the gold locket around my neck, but I still don't believe that I took such a strange journey. Diane Ethridge 99

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1,1 I LOS IN THB WOODS We never would have found our 1 I A, he js x Hg V Y QX f g A I 141' ,wlhmz IWWWZG WMWZMVQU WWWHM 35:-NX V Sl - L I! I, Ill: X I X . way out, if it wasn't for Lucy's keen eyes and sense of direction. It was a glorious spring morning, just right for the hike we had planned. My bag was packed, and I was ready to leave. The girls were waiting at Spruce and Main street. With no further delay, we headed for the woods. After walking for a while, we came upon an area very conducive to relaxing. The growling of our stom- achs told us it was time to eat. Even our cheese sandwiches tasted good. Having temporarily forgotten our diets, we unanimously decided to work off our lunch. Leaving all of our bags at the brook, we proceeded to explore the area. First we climbed a number of small mountains. Here at the top, we saw many wild flowers and small- sized waterfalls. Because I wanted to return home before dark, I informed the girls that it was four o'clock. But heading back to pick up our sup- plies, we could not find the lo- cation of the original path. No one appeared to be frightened. Actually, the girls were petri- fied. As the sun began to sink, our hopes of finding the path became dimmer and dimmer. Suddenly Lucy screeched, HI've found the pathin we all breathed a sigh of relief. If we thought the brook made a lovely setting when we had,1unch, the path looked even more in- V1t1P8 when we picked up our be- longings and started for home. Ilene Narker 98 G 1 4 Q ONE RAINY DAY One rainy day I tried to amuse myself by rummaging around the kit- chen. Deciding to bake a cake, I got the cook book from the drawer, found an interesting recipe, read the instructions, and gathered all the ingredients. Next I began putting the ingre- dients into a bowl. That's where the trouble began. You see, I dld not think I had put enough milk' into the mix. Then I wondered if the mix needed more flour. So, I began adding milk and flour and a pinch of sugar. By the time the batter was ready, enough ingredients were added to bake five cakes. Well, I put the cake into the oven,and, since I had nothing to do while it was baking, I began reading. Sud- denly a burning odor permeated the room. My cake was on fire. Well, no use crying over spilt milk or burnt cake. I removed my master- piece from the oven, intending to dispose of it. But as luck would have it, I dropped the cake on the floor. What a mess! At that moment in walked my mother. Tough luck. The kitchen was a mess and I don't think she was ver happy about it with mix- ing bowls, and milk bottles, egg shells, and other odds and ends where I had left them. The room still had a horrid odor. Well, 1 finally cleaned up resolving never again to bake without mother's help. Caryn Nadler

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