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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THB RUNAWAY what will I do? where will I 'i 9 V. x,43 ' f ' ' Q' X go?N These were some of the puzz- -J,,Qtg, ya !5g5i3l3fia55Sggj ling questions I kept asking myself -'SQ ' I WBQ Sig?-4 Could 1 go back? No: That was if 7 b definite. I had said I would never Ag 5S5Q555iTT5EgfQ- return. I would just have to start I 'N S' ' ti 'Y f-'QT' my new life on my own twenty dollars, would I had been walking But with I-manage? around for three hours and it was getting dark. Then it dawned on mel Here I was, in my own neighborhood. Didn't I know where to find an inexpensive boarding house? Of course! There was one across the street. With a brave smile and a courageous gait, I entered the house. HGood day,U said the propri- etress. HGood day,n said I, although to myself I thought, UWhat's so good about it?n Hwhat can I do for she smart, I thought, to buy a dozen eggs! you?n Isn't I'm not here I told her I was looking for an inexpensive room. What do you think she asked me? How old I am. Quickly I asked my- self how old must one be to rent a room. I had a feeling she was get- ting suspicious by my prolonged answer, so I told her I was sixteen. iN P o Q I-I 0 5 1 41 UQ c+ S o w FD m H m NJ 3 N S le. 1 4 s K YSSESN F T The smiling proprietress then said, UI'm sorry, dearie, but I simply cannot rent a room to any- one under the age of eighteen. UThank you.H What else could I say to the smiling battle-axe? Then she said in an encouraging tone, Ulf I were you, I'd go home. It's getting dark.H That was all I had to hear! I picked up my little over-night bag, and was our of her house in a huff. I was back where I had started, with no place to go. I realized I had no choice. It was now very dark and cold. I pulled my coat closer to my body for warmth. Now, I was on the steps in front of the door. I took a deep breath and rang the door-bell. It was my mother who answered only to say, HHurry up dear! Get wash- ed. Your supper is getting cold.n Nina Gottlieb if .SLWxH'.H'.!lL a ' SAKA 3586913 27