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

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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

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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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A :fz'597 -ggggiir W :SFX , ' -14 THE FIRST TIM I SEWED The first time I sewed was an unforgetable experience. My hands were shaking conspicuously as I walked towards my first victim. As he lay on the operating table with a nearly ruptured appendix, I calmly told him that this was to be my first operation on a human being I hoped this information had not disillusioned him in any way, The look on his face wasn't encourag- ing in the least, yet I knew I had to go through with the operation in order to receive my legalized butcher's license, actually,it's a surgeons certificate, but some people don't realize the ence. differ- As the operation proceeded,I was frantically trying to recall the exact procedure. What would happen if I were to remove a kid- ney or a gall bladder by mistake? I wondered if anyone would ever notice? These thoughts raced through my head. How I wished there was a dotted line to guide me or something to that effect. I finally decided it was never, so I cut. I must say even today was the straightest line saw. So far, so good! Now that the incision I had to figure out some IIOW OI' that it I ever was made, accurate plan for finding the appendix. I used my old never-failing method. I closed my eyes, held my breath, and turned around twice. I also recited something like NEnie, Meenie, Minie, Moe.U When I open- my eyes, I discovered that I had completed the operation without any difficulties. x 4' , Xxx pi W-4gEEE,.jN-ind-haf: Z L, .N QIIQIZZIL, gss 'ohmx hm -.5 SQ xg? ,X KS!! .N X Aw A t?J x SKK X I' ig, fqk iigifxxgyxmwx QJNQE EE K5 A KN My Bvffi X13 xx ji j MIM x I? ,pri-ai ' U H fs- , ' if p ' .,, 1 if 5 E1 , , aw' -lille - -X TS. -- L-e ' I M . -5W5ViQPe X Nr' N5-'ik A IL... uR S All I would have to do now would be to close up the incision. This was to be my greatest prob- lem, I whether stitch, stitch. new and gery, I surgeon machine just couldn't figure out I should use a running backstitch, or blanket Then came a flash! With a ingenious method of sur- became the first and only ever to use a sewing Susan Weiner 25