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

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TELEVISION NIGHTMARE When they started playing the Sincopated Clock, I fell into a deep slumber. When I finally awoke, I found myself face to face with MR. WIZARD with a BROKEN ARROW in my hands. Being quite curious, I went into a room burst- ing with bubbles. It was only LAWRENCE WELK trying to MAKE THAT SPARE, Falling into another trance, I found myself in another world Cmost likely DISNEY'S WORLDJ with a BONANZA split in my hands. But, before I could take a bite, I woke up combing the streets of HONG KONG in CAR 54. Then I saw JACK BENNY waiting at a BUS STOP for the CANDID CAMERA. Then I heard a voice say, WHXT'S MY LINE, but, TO TELL THE TRUTH, I think it was the RIFLEMAN who was sticking his head out of a WIN: DOW ON MAIN STREET. The real shock came, however, when I saw DANNY THOMAS walking a TIGHTROPE on SURFSIDE 6 while BEN CASEY was telling DR. KILDARE that ANDY GRIFFITH HAS A SECRET. A MANHUNT continued on the JACK PAAR show after Station Identification. ALFRED HITCH- COCK, up to his old tricks, was making a NEW BREED Of INVISIBLE MEN in LARAMIE where I saw a poster: ICABOD AND ME, WANTED 'QTTX MAGOO pulled the RIPCORD, DONNA REED found herself in the DIVORCE COURT. PETER GUNN felt it was about the right time to tell GROU- CHO about the REAL MCCOYS THREE SONS. But the strangest sight was still to come, for across the street the UNTOUCHABLES were SINGING ALONG WITH MITCH. Now as JEFF'S COLLIE is chewing on some RAWHIDE, we find the DETECTIVES hot on the trail of the HATHAWAYS Whom BAT MASTERSON DEAD OR ALIVE. GARRY MOORE had as his guests, CAINS HUNDRED, and ALVIN bought a WAGON TRAIN, and nearly poked out his HAWAIIAN EYE. But the best of it all was A great JOEY BISHOP-TOPCAT debate in the NAKED CITY. They said it couldn't be done, but when MR. claims murdered the PLINTSTONES near 77 SUNSET STRIP. But now at least I know why all this is hap- peningz I'm in the TWILIGHT ZONE, ' M. Elliott Greenberg -- U --- --' -w...- ---f-. , V: :Q . A I A -- T - --Q.. .Jr U A A V A ., -Q I ,i- , QQ if Wx Q, ..fe- 97 4 I

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TELEVISION IN OUR MODERN AGE Every day most Walt Whitman- ites come home from school and turn on American Bandstand, Many of us do our homework while watch- ing this program.and I'm sure we've all, at one time or anothen had some disagreements with our parents about this practice. This situation sounds familiar Jane came home from school one day, took out her homework, and turned on the television set. A few minutes later, her mother came in and told her to turn it off and not to put it on again until she had finished her home- work. She also began talking to Jane about the good and bad points of television. She told Jane that programs such as Dr. Kildare and Ben Casey which are on Thursday at 8:30 and Monday at 10:00 were excellent shows because they showed up-to-date medical pro- cedures and surgical methods. Jane agreed with her mother and added that she liked to watch the shows because the stars were nice-looking. Westerns such as Bonanza, Gunsmoke and Have Gun Will Travel were all right to watch, but they were strictly for entertainment purposes. Jane said that she enjoyed watching College Bowl on which two teams from different colleges compete for grants. This pro- gram can be seen every Sunday at 5:30. She also thought Amer- ican Newsstand, which is on every day following American Bandstand, was very good because it gave the news of the day in simplified form. Jane told her mother that She liked detective programs such as 77 Sunset Strig, Surfside Six, and Hawaiian E e ecausxe they were a c ange rom violent de- tective story programs, and were still exciting enough to make them interesting. What started out as an argu- ment ended very happily for Jane and her mother because they both agreed on the type of programs Jane should watch. Carol Mintzer Caryn Nadler TV4

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1,1 I LOS IN THB WOODS We never would have found our 1 I A, he js x Hg V Y QX f g A I 141' ,wlhmz IWWWZG WMWZMVQU WWWHM 35:-NX V Sl - L I! I, Ill: X I X . way out, if it wasn't for Lucy's keen eyes and sense of direction. It was a glorious spring morning, just right for the hike we had planned. My bag was packed, and I was ready to leave. The girls were waiting at Spruce and Main street. With no further delay, we headed for the woods. After walking for a while, we came upon an area very conducive to relaxing. The growling of our stom- achs told us it was time to eat. Even our cheese sandwiches tasted good. Having temporarily forgotten our diets, we unanimously decided to work off our lunch. Leaving all of our bags at the brook, we proceeded to explore the area. First we climbed a number of small mountains. Here at the top, we saw many wild flowers and small- sized waterfalls. Because I wanted to return home before dark, I informed the girls that it was four o'clock. But heading back to pick up our sup- plies, we could not find the lo- cation of the original path. No one appeared to be frightened. Actually, the girls were petri- fied. As the sun began to sink, our hopes of finding the path became dimmer and dimmer. Suddenly Lucy screeched, HI've found the pathin we all breathed a sigh of relief. If we thought the brook made a lovely setting when we had,1unch, the path looked even more in- V1t1P8 when we picked up our be- longings and started for home. Ilene Narker 98 G 1 4 Q ONE RAINY DAY One rainy day I tried to amuse myself by rummaging around the kit- chen. Deciding to bake a cake, I got the cook book from the drawer, found an interesting recipe, read the instructions, and gathered all the ingredients. Next I began putting the ingre- dients into a bowl. That's where the trouble began. You see, I dld not think I had put enough milk' into the mix. Then I wondered if the mix needed more flour. So, I began adding milk and flour and a pinch of sugar. By the time the batter was ready, enough ingredients were added to bake five cakes. Well, I put the cake into the oven,and, since I had nothing to do while it was baking, I began reading. Sud- denly a burning odor permeated the room. My cake was on fire. Well, no use crying over spilt milk or burnt cake. I removed my master- piece from the oven, intending to dispose of it. But as luck would have it, I dropped the cake on the floor. What a mess! At that moment in walked my mother. Tough luck. The kitchen was a mess and I don't think she was ver happy about it with mix- ing bowls, and milk bottles, egg shells, and other odds and ends where I had left them. The room still had a horrid odor. Well, 1 finally cleaned up resolving never again to bake without mother's help. Caryn Nadler