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

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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

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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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l ll '-l!!Ll? V is ' ,... I 5 Q-Q L .W , e -,.. as f , --' ' -- 3 di, H gl f- A f 't 2 , W' .J 'A 5.,A'N' -1- -4 f ,-- 1 'fav -I 1 f ff f - -, -?.1IA..... nie., ' K 'fp f-'J - ' A Y,-Tau. b-f ' '-V: ' q'.?':5 -'T A ,,,Jf-:H - 3-1 - in -'I X V ,Alf ,fi-if A 1 ' F-A 'A Y -Q i A:--- ' Eu- x Y i 4 gg gjfi' -4 1'-eh 'I A WINDY TALE q --L I I I ' - - 1-E1 -- .lx It was dark and cold. I was on my way home from the library. Suddenly a heavy wind started to blow. I began to run but didn't seem to be getting any place. I kept tripping over unseen things or so it seemed. Finally, though, when I made it to the lobby of my house, a cold strong hand grabbed me by the neck. I struggled to free myself of this new-born terror only to run into a wall of heavy-looking, musty old books. When I fqnally untangled myself from this unexpected horror, I got into the elevator to go to my apartment. Mr. Josephson, my neighbor, was in the elevator. Upon see- ing me he said, nRicky, what are you doing with all those '+. R,F.Muv.v.n1 The reason I seemed to be tripping over unseen things was that the treacherous wind was sweeping me off my feet, I had felt that I was getting no place because the furious wind was against me. There was a cold hand, but it was only the cold, icy wind, The smothering wall of books was created by the fact that, as I stumbled into the hall, I raised the books in front of my eyes and they appear- ed to be ominous. Gosh, now that I think of it, I'm glad and relieved that it was only the wind and books that gripped me with fear and not the real thing. Lois Axelrod books? Here, let me help you.H He then asked me why I looked so horror-stricken. 26 1 w p v