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

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'rms WOLF SKIN RUG, Although I was covered with snow, my body was on fire. My right leg was undoubtedly fractured. The slightest movement was torture. I screamed for help until I lapsed into unconciousness. I was on my spring skiing vacation in northern Canada at the time. It was my last day, and I was determined to get a full days workout. I left the ski lodge early in the morning to gain time. It had snowed all night and the slopes were pure white and unmarked. I, it seemed, was the only person out. About eleven o'clock,I approached an area which I had never seen before As I skiied down a steep s1ope,I hit a hidden rock. My skiis flew off and I rolled helplessly down to the bottom of the incline. When I open- ed my eyes again, I found the sun ,, Nothing moved but one lone figure. I couldndt tell what it was but I sensed danger. My skiis were gone but I still had one of the poles. Using this for a weapon, I prepared to arm myself. Closer and closer loomed a four legged animal, hungry and savage. When he sprang at me,his fangs ripped my jacket. On his second lunge, my arm and pole caught him and knocked him out. I must have blacked out for the next thing I remember I was being carried into the ski lodge on a stret- cher. A doctor was called to set my leg and within four weeks I was well enough to return home. You may think this trip was a total loss,but you are wrong. I am now the proud owner of a genuine wolf-skin rug! Keith Sherwood setting. i f , N . li l 12 . , , 55 , ' f ' ' .. ARL' I an f -' ,I . Q ' sdft-1f'au L v ' YR , . Q , X . -,. M r. - I' A f f if 1VN7x5vN uf 45 792 ' 'T:::: X I My A-so ef If KQg7?Ss J'Ah'q ,xl 'QED xox ML- p A v X ' 17 QQ X33 'I 1 .5 X' , C , 7 f E 'vw 1' J 1' bl' -i-. - ' ffm M A G' y U .3-40 gg v ,- i- V rl 1 . ' ' i I I in inf A fxzizf ?55'? l ivfi Wei LN af'--:gtg --V 17 fin--MGP' fyi fitlfcff' 'Lf' I 'I' , ' as - ' 9.17 V, , , I g af-'41, X , i 'HW' ,' in fl I S t ' ' I' 'xv V lift. , ,ff ' -v Q x' ' , 1 X ' My ,X Q . fi Q- - -PW' ' diffs it? ' Q2 ' Cx PV t' gf,-ly! ' Q X , Q X i 'i'Z,f'3e' X ' X 'fffaye ,Z P- 'Va x j 'ff' vhfly Q .qfzzh lx, .I I 9, gain , A J f ',,f -gin--1' 1 f I ,W V y . ll' A , ZZ? llf h ' nf , Jig . vf .- - -- - s 1.4.1 I of 60.2 ,f I Q , 'egy - gf, Xi -f'- v ' - 'f Y-sf' r g ,-Pif -A a : fa ll 1 5?-4.5 -wmv ' 32

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THB IQM The call had been given. The riders and hounds were off! The silver fox ran for its v As usual, the lead hound ahead. ery life! pulled hunt, 1 the pack, ran with exceptional speed and unusual grace. This was my first fox watched Rex, the head of with great interest. He Rex, like the other hounds,took the first hedge with ease. Up ahead was a high wooden fence too high for the average dog to jump. To mv sur- prise Rex jumped over 1t, but landed on his rear legs. In great pain he lay motionless. The riders came to a halt. I rushed back to the stables to get a doctor,who,on arrival, announced that Rex's injury was not serious. After Rex's recovery I purchased him from the stables knowing that he would never be able to jump another fence. Rex is now a father,breeding puppies which will some day match,if not excel, their father's courage. William rdon Rm. SIMON 'rms SARDINE ' My pet, Simon, ate my small gup- pies and soacquired a brain. It all started one day at four ofclock when it was time to feed my fish. It was then I heard a small voice say, UI was quite hungry and I ate your guppies.H I tried to detect from where the sound was coming. Finally I heard a hiccup and saw bubbles rise to the top of my fish bowl. NSimon,N I said, His it you?U HYes,U he answered quite casual- ly. I wondered how Simon, my pet sardine, could talk. His super- brain read my mind. nYou know if you eat fish you can become clever, too,H he quietly re- marked. from that day on Simon was in the genius class. He invented a time machine, did my homework, and found convenient, easy ways to speed up housework. His main accomplishment was teaching me to become clever,too, for which I am eternally grateful. Phyllis Klepper 31

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MELVIN AND HIS ANTLERS While Melvin, the moose, was mind- ing his own business one day, his antlers got caught in some branchesa As he tried to free himself, thrash- ing this way and that, kerplop! he fell into a trap set by hunters. As he picked himself up and looked a- round, he thought, UThis is the re- sult of my clumsy antlers. Why, they're heavy and cumbersome. After much effort to free himself from the trap, he realized there was no possible escape. A loud moose call brought a fellow moose who tried vainly to help Melvin up. UI shall go for he1p,N he cried. UPlease hurry before the hunters comein Melvin pleaded. After waiting impatiently for about an hour and a half, Melvin heard a hopeful noise overhead which proved to be a bird flying through the trees. Poor Melvin! His patience was about to give out when crash! Into the trap fell a huge grizzly bear! Melvin again thought of his antlersg this time about how he could use them to save himself. As soon as the grizzly got up, Melvin charged at him, antlers down, After several blows, the bear was oozing blood from chest, legs, and neck. That was the end of the bear, Melvin knew. But how to get out of the trap? Melvin finally found out by climbing upon the bear's body. As he ran through the woods, Melvin thought of how his antlers had saved him from the bear and vowed never again to complain about them. Donald Soloman AFM if 4-Q95 J ,Z- .. A ,