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

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1-'f'I-2::sa:-f 1-4:r-f A law-4 un...-- , 1 -. grin Q' - - 4' :Q-,.. gg i I ' if U . i - X ACROSS THE BORDER TO FREEDOM XA! 3, , ' 2f gc, y, , , ,c , E, g ,y A 'u EQ- ff - . y N 'F' X ff 'ax 2 ,' ' A TRUE STORY OF ESCAPE ' 'S ,L F W I X g FROM HUNGARY I ' Q - 'J . A ' A . - jr.. , JH4' a .k it ic in an or H 'YIXUP-N H All V I .Q X N xv 4 IJ October 23, 19561 The revolu- tion had begung and the Russian tanks and soldiers moved into the cities and towns. There was fighting and shedding of blood. Hungary was now in the hands of the Communists. But what were we the people, to do? NEscape?n The word was in everybody's mind and on everybody's tongue. The risk was great. What if you were caught? What would happen? Yet, the people were read to sacri Y .. fice everything for their freedom. They crossed swamps, rivers, went across frozen wastelands just to escape from Communism. December 31, 1956 was the date set for our escape. It was a cold night and the train we used to transport us to the border was not heated. The people were ner- vous and still undecided about taking the risk. After a ride of two hours, we got Off the train and walked in the dark shadows of the freight yard toward a locomo- tive. The locomotive would take us as near to the border as pos- sible. The children were sleepy and were crying, and the tempers be- came short. About twenty-five of us sat, rather tried to sit, in the locomotive. The few be- longings which the people took 30 with them were scattered. We had to squat, just in case a cur- ious enemy decided to look in on us. All in all it was very crowded and uncomfortable. In an hour we reached the place where our journey began. Everyone scrambled out of the locomotive, stretched his limbs, and got ready for the last and most dangerous part of our trip. As I looked ahead of me, all I could see was a vast stretch of snow-covered land, and maybe if luck was with us, a new future. Walking was very difficult and the small corn stalks hindered our speed. Every ten or twenty minutes we stopped and let the people in the back catch up to us. We neared the border and were shaking with fear. We prayed that the guards would either be asleep or too drunk to patrol the border. Our pray- ers were well rewarded. Not a guard was in sight. The guards were celebrating, singing, and welcoming the New Year. Within half an hour, we were across the border in Vienna, safe in the hands of the Red Cross nur- ses. Thus we entered a New Year in a new land with renewed hope for the future. Agnes Friedman

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THE WONDER OP YOUTH Gary burst into the house with a charging fury. He had rushed into the house to quickly grab his baseball bat and mit. His young, boyish face was flushed yet glowing with intrigue and excitement because the first neighborhood game of the season was about to be played. It was blonde, shining hair that slyly brushed his forehead while it showed traces of streaks being gradually bleached by the gleam- ing sunlight. The sun had also left its mark on his now sandy brown, smooth skin. Gary wore a white stained T-thirt with sleeves ridiculously rolled up and worn, faded blue dungarees which looked as rugged yet as sheepish as he. His black sneak- ers were old, yet characteristic of the owner in that both boy and sneakers were vivacious. The child had his own way of radiat- ing warmth and fascination to everyone around him and it was now that I realized what he was truly like. In this small in- terval of time Gary's general appearance was quite simblv Cif that is possibleb that of a live- ly youngster who had now banged a screen door behind him. Liane Chaskin 3 -?ii, ' cl E0 2 It was last Saturday night when the bloody brawl began. At one side was Hank Jones, a 2001b, 6 foot l inch giant with a broken front tooth and dark black hair which drooped down his large forehead like a wet mop. On the other side was Steve Bernard, a 5 foot ll inch, 195 pounder with curly brown hair and a long nose. THE BRAWL Both men were set to gog then they jumped at each other throw- ing bone-crushing punches after every punch. It was amazing how .- . '-,- h x they lasted through the fight, fi K ' X X h Hank now had a cut on his fore- f Q T head and the blood dripped down , ' G-WT? his forehead like water. He was K, Q Jjnow swinging wildly and one of T the blows clipped Steve on his f 4 TJ nose and he staggered back. Hank then lunged at him swinging like 4 A a windmill as he went. Steve l X then ducked and Hank landed flat on his face. He was now com- j:5o9 eizgrs t Tnfffa' pletely covered with blood. Then Ls, I ilgflr ' -..-5 it happenedg they stopped the - ' jigs: fight which was more like a man- jg . T' -x ::E, slaughter. I was sorry to see it I Jvzi f5f5? :lax end, for that was the best wrest- y E , it ling match I had seen in my life. ' TTS ' T' Gerald Septoff my -e 9 .L , QW, Wi 'I 'K W