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

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DON'T COUNT YOUR CHICKENS BEFORE E THEY ARE HAT HED HGet off those eggsln shouted Mary Granger, as Cindy, a black cocker spaniel, jumped upon a box of a dozen white jumbos. UWhy must you be something that you're not?N Cindy was an average, New York dog who had one ambition in life: to become a hen. Although she looked like a dog, her idiosyncracy was to attempt to hatch anything that resembled an egg. A few months before when Cindy's mistress, Miss Granger, took her shopping, Cindy broke away from her leash and scampered to the butter and egg department. You can imag- ine Miss Granger's frantic state. All of the customers stared with amazement as Cindy politely entered and jumped on a fresh-laid case of NNew Jersey jumbo White Eggs.U By the time she found that she was not welcome there, a carton of eighty-four eggs was demolished. It took two hours to get the gooey mess out of Cindy's fur. Miss Granger knew something had to be done. but. what? ,, A A f E2 -eeh lei ' , r .fl . ' If - E 'Z' , X ,- ?? 2 'fffy' A E 1 7... .3 5 1, 3 Y ' ,,, Q f 2 EE. F? QE: f ,.,f sa- as ff: f, . 59 -qgvg Cer tZ5?ao55 '19 -fps: E211 '7 V' a gg, icy, 5, -S i, 2 '55 ,iff ,Q Q it I Q 1 1' if. ,I ff. 6 figviw I x e f I A J-- 2 Q- 111 1.-41 ,gg 2f ' Y 1' ' ' -I-1-3 - ' mu 4-,,...-sz. A 22 ' W . i -gs- fa. ,- ' O L-ff? if w' if - - . -- ezf'f T ,V Q ,,6ggff' 11 , H,1f!l111 U H HLA- 1 fl'-1 A, I Y' ' if , ' , K' - 'Z?ZZZZ621g,- -My x x ' ' 7 V11 The following evening,Miss Granger tried to get Cindy's at- tention away from eggs. She de- cided to buy Cindy bones, every kind available: H T Bonesn, NL Bonesu, nMarrow Bonesn, and nRub- ber Bonesu. This occupied Cindy for a few huurs and then she was back to her eggs. She even tried sitting on hard-boiled eggs, but try as hard as she might, it was to no avail. She just couldn't hatch those eggs. After all, did you ever see a hen hatch a hard- boiled egg? ' The next day, Miss Granger bought Cindy her favorite food, veal, and decided to make Cindy a special treat, breaded veal cut- let. Subconsciously, Miss Granger dipped the veal in egg and then into bread crumbs. Of course, when it was time for dinner, Cindy would not eat. She had no canni- balistic tendencies. In the next few days, Cindy was psychoanalyzed by a leading veterinarian who advised Miss Granger that Cindy was about to become a mother of puppies, not chicks. As soon as the blessed event occurred, she would lose all interest in being a hen. It was hurry, scurry, around the Granger apartment. Cindy was given anything she desired. With- in a short time, Cindy had her litter. They were three beautiful brown and white puppies who had no resemblance to Cindy, They all had one peculiarity, a bit of yellow fluff behind the right ear! - Neil Mendick

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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

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DISASTER It was the year 2500 in New York City, Radiation had ceased and ten people emerged from their shelters. The sight that met their eyes was of complete destruction. They were the only survivors of World War III. Among the survivors were George Wilson, a general prac- titioner, Jerry Sherrin, a builder, and farmer. Men ren came out The three Charles Simon, a women, and child- of the shelter. men named were put in charge of building a community. Since Jerry was not- ed as a famous builder, he was put in charge of building the houses they were to live in. Simon was in charge of food since he knew the most about growing things. For material to build the houses, they used the remnants of other houses. Food was no worry because they had stored seeds in the You would shelters. expect that people who had witnessed the destruct- ion brought by the war would not argue with each other. Alas, this was not the case. Before long Simon refused to share his crops with the other families. George refused to give medical care to the people, and, to add to their troubles, Jerry would not build the homes. It is still the year 2500, but there are no survivors left .2 c -4 'T ' ,ff f' : L-'-- T' -L .af n -52535 gi Tevfl i?'0 t -I2 '1 x ' ' 'L' - , is V 1 i I .. A YA .-'l ei2:L ,,w Lf?- -rl lL- Q t Y , ,' - J Q., 2 Rffflwnay V- ee.--Ie--eff- do A of FIRBD! As the ship blasted upward, I cautiously checked the gauges and dials. With all the rockets quiet, I reached the peak of my arc. I started downward. Things seemed to be working perfectly. I was sup- posed to be watching the gauges, but I sat back and relaxed for a minute. Unknowingly I fell asleep. As the ship sped downward, I con- tinued sleeping still unaware of my predicament. Base called me, but I was still asleep. When I finally awoke,I was 1000 feet from the ground,speeding, I quickly jammed the brakes, but they didlft Work. I had no height for bailing out and I could not level off. I worked desperately at the controls. At 800 feet, no satis- faction! At 400 feet, half the brake rockets were firing. As I reached 300 feet, all of my brak- ing rockets were in full play. My ship finally came into a bumpy and safe landing. The first man to congratulate me was a fel- low pilot. NBrother, are you luckygn on earth. For a moment I felt elated. ,,. TE9dY Sher Then I heard another voice, that of of my superior. Fired!, he ppX fuqgiw ' fl 'j if said. NFired! You are fired for 4 9. VL9' Q. s I falling asleep at the controls.U no .z'x 1 x, ' j -if-1 TJ Hifi 7 x -. '7i'u ' 'J Ross Turin - ' I A .y'ZV'!!9 -au. Q 1 h ' g, -n 0 J -fvffw X 1' A' 23