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

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THE BANK THIEF From the moment my father ar- rived home, I could tell it had been one of those harrowing days at the office. Nevertheless, his better-half felt it her duty as mother and wife to disclose that day's happenings. My younger brother had become a modern day Jesse James. V However to begin at the be- ginningO00lOOl0OOllGOUCIOCO Both Donald and my mother had visited the local five and ten that afternoon, Cthe scene of the crimej. After making those few important purchases that one usu- ally makes at a five and dime, that half of my family proceeded home. It was there that the theft was noticed. Among the odds and ends purchased, was a small red plastic bank which my mother distinctly remembered not having bought. Of course, Donald con- fessed readily enough that he had recently been told the story of George Washington and the Cherry Tree. With Donald full of contrition, and my mother distressed to think that our family had a nB1ack Sheep? my tired and hungry father came home to an unusally morbid household. -,Q Ay, f ,. f V4 -g- , ,x- p x X tri.. - - -', i j e tzzttb ll' X X .fn 1 gli I I V be 4 4 gm 20 . I' 'Q' ft A - drill 'f - o lpn' ' ii fi ' lm ,,i : X ihn cgi Q wg? ,JTQQEL efx- g lggjsl 7 y yr Y , 5 rg ZSNNX N kQZE+ D: i f 'M ' xii gb - It was decided that instead of ' receiving a good spanking, Cmy mother had read Dr. Spock and knew that physical brutality was harm- ful to a child's spiritb, Donald, accompanied by my father, would humbly confess his sin to the man- ager of the five and dime. Saturday dawned to find the little sinner comparatively calm and his soul-saver agitated for being deprived of his beauty rest. Certainly it was my father's place to impress upon Donald's incompre- hensive little brain that it wasn't proper to steal the brightest thing you eye, but was this the right approach? Papa's first mistake was to remove the bank from his overcoat pocket while he was standing in front of the toy bank display. One of the hawk-like saleswomen immediately pounced upon him. Soon half the store's help had gathered around the loudest attraction of the dayg my father and hawk-eye.

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' 'O TA X N X X J .1,5iFQ?Sg, 'J - X , f be Stai ns. j - '11 545 A f 7 A f -X 4-5, 9' vi., I XX J: '70 IT SEBMS MOTHER IS ALWAYS RIGHT I felt like the luckiest girl in the world when Tod asked me for a date. He was the envy of every girl in the university. Any girl would describe him as tall, dark, and handsome. I can remember our first date as if it were yesterday. It was a perfect Saturday evening when he came to pick me up. I intro- duced him to my mom and dad and off we went. First we enjoyed seeing UAround the World in Eighty Days,N and then we went to Carl's for a soda. To my delight Tod asked me out for the following Saturday. I was all excited when I reached home. Immediately I rushed into my mother's room to tell her all about my date. To my amazement, mom didn't think Tod was right for me. After a long talk, I convinced her that he was a HdollU I asked her to give him a little more time. One date followed the other, and, before I knew it, Tod ask- ed me to go steady. Mom wasn't at all enthusiastic. She hadn' changed her first impression. New Year's Eve finally arriv- ed and Tod and I were to go to the school dance and then perhaps to a night club. Tod was at the house promptly at eight o'clock, and we left for the school dance. The decorating committee did an excellent job of turning the school gym into a night club. We were having a wonderful time. At eleven o'clock, Tod, Harry, some other friends, and I left the school and stopped off at Harry's fraternity party. Tod and Harry decided to show off a little and started drinking. Tod, after having too manv drinks, wanted to go driving. I refused to go. After a heated argument which drew everyone's attention, I told Tod I was through with him. Tod has tried without suc- cess to phone me several times, but I won't even speak to him. Mother certainly was right when she said Tod wasn't right for me. Ilene Narker gffkggx 5 ' N RQ tx r r Q1 -he x. 'J sf . 4 1 , 1 fffzf ll , t if I 1 Q I Fe ' T'Lt,' 553153 ,QNQIKQ if 'ff ' 2 1 d' ' is, -r Y ',-f SF- 19

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nFine example you set your darling little boy: a grown man stealing a worthless plastic bankln shrieked Hawk-eye. nButU......tried to interject the darling's father. NBut nothing. There is no ex- cuse for it.n UI didn't steal it. My little boyooooooooeooooocoooou UOh you poor dear! To have such a father! He would rather incriminate you, his own flesh and blood, than take the blame for a petty theft. How your mother must sufferin With that bit of dramatics over, the very perceptive Hawk- eye clutched bewildered Donald to her side. By this time, one of the help had sent for the manager. How- ever, my father fared little better if not worse with him. In addition to having keen vision, thenarrestingn sales- woman also possessed the trust and respect of everyone connect- ed with the store. The more my father came to his own defense, the deeper he sank. What really clinched the accused criminal's disgraced fate was his telling the truth of the mat- ter. Sounds of shock and disgust came from the employees who had gathered to witness the inter- rogation. On two occasions the manager threatened to telephone the po- lice. Pleadingly he said to Donald: HTake good care of your father son. Don't let him do anything as foolish and as juvenile as this again.H A. 4 ' if ,ein 'M Wfffwu ig?5??g2,4QEE:5?PN RENEW Licking the lollipop which had been kindly and sympathetically given him, Donald stared with his innocent blue eyes and solemnly nodded his head in acquiescence. With the contemptuous stares of the store people following him the distance from the man- ager's office to the exit, my father and Donald departed. After buying Donald an ice- cream cone and a candy bar, my rather confused father turned to the little innocent: NPlease don't tell Mommy.H Alice Graifer 21