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

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arise. HTomorrow Rodriguez will sur- render,H said Pedro Gonzalez. HI doubt it,H answered Miguel. HHis defense is holding.Q HHe must,H screamed Gonzalez in an uproar. UOkay, he must,H agreed Miguel. UTomorrow the dictatorship will be ours.n UNO Miguel, that's where you are wrong. It will be mine, all mine. How foolish do you think I am to let a young ambitious no- body like yourself share a dicta- torship, government, country, with the great Pedro Gonza1ez.H At this point Pedro drew out a pis- tol and pointed it at Miguel. UNO Pedro, no, please don't...H x w + k Emanuel, enjoying his long de- served vacation, did not leave his house for a week. As an of- ficer in Dictator Rodriguez's army, he surprisingly knew noth- ing of the plotting of his bro- ther and his brother's friend Pedro. Turning on his radio, Manuel heard an hourly newsflash. 'Click'! UAn attempt has been made to overthrow Dictator Jose Rodriguez by two Latin-Americans. The leaders in the revolution, were Pedro Gonzalez, a colonel in the former dictator's regime, and Miguel Lopez. Lopez was found dead this afternoon.n--'C1ick'1 Manuel did not wait to listen to the explanation. Emanuel was too overcome with grief at the news of his brother's death. He assumed, moreover, the attempt to overthrow Rodriguez's government had failed. Emanuel assumed too, that Rodriguez had captured his brother and had him shot down before a firing squad. At this very moment Emanuel's brotherly devotion overcame his loyalty as a soldier. He vowed to avenge his brother by killing Rodriguez. At approximately midnight, Emanuel stealthily entered the Dictator Rodriguez's sleeping chambers through an open window, It was a dark night. Thinking the sleeping form to be Rodriguez Emanuel drew his pistol and as- sassinated the dictator. To as- sure himself of vengeance, he took a closer glance. It wasn't-- no it wasn't Jose Rodriquez. But then who was it? It was too late to escape. The pal- ace guards crashed down the locked doors. The personal bodyguard to the dictator said to Emanuel, HI hold you under arrest for murdering Pedro Gonzalez, the new dictator of our country.H HDictator?H Emanuel question- ed with astonishment. He then thought to himself, NYes, now I understand. Gonzalez and my brother were successful in their attempt to overthrow the dict- ator. Then-then the man I had just killed was the true murd- erer of my brother-Gonzalez killed my brother in greed and took over the dictatorship for himself. Wiki To Emanuel's astonishment, although he failed to kill Jose Rodriquez, he succeeded in assass- inating the right man. Yes, the supposedly wrong man iron- ically ended up the right vic- tim. Pate can play games, weird games, and it did, with Emanuel Lopez as its lonely playmate. Steven Jacobs 25

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' ANNIHILATION X H1657 1 jf , ggi N, J , w,,g p I -l ., I fl ' ,ff-4 ' .- . :. l7f f' ' .3222 'r?.1y.i-'ggfippzg .. . , Tili-4:51 A a ilsis tp! 9 X 1 sk vw Xxx ,Y l -t fi. ,. 4 WAS IT WORTH IT? Suddenly, I looked down and saw my landing field. At the shrill sound of the sirens, the people below scurried to the shelter of their homes. Child- ren stopped playing. Men and women ceased working. I had many misgivings about this mission, but I had my or- ders direct from the President of the United States. With me went the world's hope. It hurt me to think of the immediate danger that awaited the people below. I felt myself being checked and rechecked. A few moments later.I heard the order for my ejection. As I plummeted to the earth, my feelings were mixed. I feared the damage my strange power was capable of do ing,but I hoped, I hoped that man with his superior intelli- gence would learn to use my ter A wave of depression swept over me as I watched the master- piece of beauty being ripped a- part and destroyed. With tears in my eyes,I remembered the joys it had given me and the happiness it had brought to others. I was saddened particularly when I thought of it as a symbol and meaning. Finally, I turned and fled, but I didn't get far. A.strangef tugging at my heart seemed to make my feet stop. With a know- ing feeling inside me, I returned to the scene of destruction. With renewed feelings,I watched. I watched the beautiful crystal pieces, which had glittered so bright,falling apart. I watched, too, the cluttering of debris on the ground, horrible, twisted, broken. I observed the faces of the guilty ones. An anger swelled up in me as I saw the look of unconcern registered upon their faces. Then the death a- gonysand I knew the end was near. With a loud crash, the victim of destruction toppled over. One of the guilty ones quickly hauled it away, far away, out of sight. Now the tears were running down my cheeks as I realized the awful truth. The ornaments were gone, and so was the Christmas tree. Bernice Hurt - E--lg. rific power to benefit the world. Es5:,,r I landed! The city of Hiro- shima was no more. As I, the first atomic bomb to be used in war,mushroomed high into the at mosphere,I had visions of the future. Perhaps my death and the complete devastation of Hiroshima would be the last mis take of man in his struggle for Hpeacefulu coexistence. Teddy Sher at 1 1-P ':5 Xikw 27