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

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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

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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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THE !INX PATROL HSay, Joe come 'ere a minute will ya?U called the mechanic. The tall young man walked up to his shiny new Spad and said, nWhat's up?H The reply was that his plane would be ready to go out on patrol in a few minutes. It was june 15, 1918. The Spads were lined up on the runway of an airfield near a lit- tle French town several miles from the front. Lieutenant Connors of the Lafayette Escadrille walked toward the briefing room. In his hand were his gloves and matches for burning his ship in case he was forced down intact. He was quickly given instructions for his patrol and walked back to the plane. With three others, he flew into the morning sun. Connors was in charge of Patrol 306, the jinx patrol. No one had come back from 306 mission alive. Connors felt he could. There was nothing special for about fifteen minutes. Then about ten specks were sighted above. Pilot Chuck Cloud, an Indian with, of course, Indian eyes, reported that the specks were German aircraft. At once patrol 306 began attacking. It was four against ten. The Germans came on fast expecting an easy fight. Connors waited until they got the range. His patrol in V-shape position waited. Shells burst around them. 1000 yards, 900, 500, 100, HFireLU yelled Connors. At once all four planes fired. Wham! a bullet hit a blue-bodied, yellow-nosed Fokker right in the gas tank. Connors watched it crash to earth, a flaming mass. He was so busy watching it go down, he didn't notice another 24 one slip up on his tail. Cqnnors. nevertheless, came down behind his adversary. He began firing- Instantaneously, n0th1HS3 H15 guns were jammed! He looked at the battlefield. Only another pilot and he were left. He saw his Indian buddy dive to- ward earth, a Fokker after him. They both crashed. He was now alone. He dived for his life. Meanwhile, at the base,everyone was worried. Base had Spled a lone Spad working its way over the trenches. It landed a few minutes later. Bumping along the runway, it was the only survivor ot Patrol 306 Connor was still at the controls. fx, FRED AVNER 5 N 5 f -QM' 3 1 'Ev 3,1 Q f'EB gigx ff gif 'lr f, X , J!! .nj ff N! ' xitaiit 5 a 'I Q asm. - ,fb F- fi ' 7' X