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

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MY RISE TO FAME I'm sure you've heard of me, I'm HGet readysn the voice said. A not going to tell you my name, but here is my story right from the be- ginning. My parents didn't fare too well. Most of their lives were spent in laboratories. When I was born, my father was taken away, so my mother told me. When I was two years old, my mother disappeared a1so,never to return. At first I thought my world would come to an end, but friends fed and treated me as though I was someone special. Tony, one of my best friends, once said I would play a great part in the future of my country. The months passed. The training became more difficult, the tests, more severe. Soon I was ready. Ready for what? Exactly what I wanted to know! All my friends, teachers, and keep-spellbound. ers flocked around me. I was given a blue suit with gold buttons with many wires and tubes attached. I was put in a nice cozy chamber and strapped in tight. quick pounding of my heart told me I was frightened. Thousands of thoughts entered my mind at the count-off. The boys had said I was doing a great job for my country. They would always remem- ber me as a hero. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, zero, blast- off ----- . Those ten seconds seemed an eternity. I was ascending up, up, up into space. The Earth was beautiful a- gainst dark, black, space. Clouds passed by. I saw many wonderful sights. Tony's voice broke into my thoughts, HLever IRg red button.n Fifteen minutes passed. I couldn't speak. I was breathless. I was Then in no time I was speeding Closer to earth. I was again sur- rounded by friends. Tony was con- gratulating me. Now I knew I was the first monkey At first I thought it was the rou- tine training of pushing lever IR and pressing the red, blue, and green representing the United States to orbit the earth. buttons. . Holly Miller -1 f fs e 1 T113 O C L ,iI'x :ali igg LAM ' V,Z2:22, t A A--5-ztf,1?' e Q A E - Q , Q, Q , Q ci-N Q . if O Z! ' 1 A ' f- 4 Q -' e e- a s f -,uma p g as d x. 0 -.feC3 g s ii'g.iff!g!EE!e!'-an N... .f ic f-I-f or O eg sip r ti- .P--If ,i ,g-,,'fg1 -fj.',ill.:f- F' 'Vi i Y ,:' 'if :f,g r4Y,1 RF murray 101

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N496 A f!Fa-.ff- tx ' it 4, ,nu R H XFX . WITH MALICE 'IQWARDQ SALLY As long as I could remember, my older sister Sally treated me like a child. She wasn't very much older than I, just two years my senior, but she thought that she was too old to bother with me. Whenever her girlfriends would come over to our house, she would always tell me that it was my bedtime. Whether it was early or late, she told me to go to bed. I really loved my sister, and I tried to make her realize that I was not a child anymore. In- stead of realizing this, she lost her temper and told me I was both- ering her. I tried to act more grown-up, but she thought I was mimicking her and her friends. As the months wore on, our re- lationship grew worse. She hard- ly ever talked to me except to ask me to pass the butter or some- thing like that. i f . 1 - I 'Q -1 x I - X ' I h W X One day in January, my friend and I went ice skating on the lake near my house. When we arrived at the lake,I discovered that my sister was there with her friends' They were skating out towards the middle of the lake. I told my- self it would be her own fault if anything happened to her. A sign clearly visible pointed to danger. I turned around and went to help my friend put on her skates. just as I was about to start skating, I heard a piercing scream I turned just in time to see my sister and one of her friends go through the ice. My heart stood still with fear. However, I quickly came to my senses and with my friend went to the rescue. We soon reached the spot where they had fallen in. Together we helped them out of the icy water. That night as I was going to bed my sister called me to her room. She told me that after what had happened that afternoon she thought I was the best sister a girl ever had. Victory at last! We were fast friends. Angela Gentile I ,,4f5:+xg v,V! ' 1 X Clie is Q:ff i -. . ---- ' s.. 'ill-1- ----..,,-Q ,iii- r-v-- ' f ' W I 102 ', Ig, w,sv v , .SX N? N, A xl . X