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

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THE STEQNGEST One of the strangest dreams I ever had was after I finished watching the HUntouchablesN on television. I had just robbed a bank CI do not remember which one because my dreams are never tech- nicalb, and Eliot Ness and three policemen were after me. I darted into an alley and climbed up a fire escape. I went to the roof where I could see very clean ly the policemen drawing their guns and starting to go up the fire escape. I had to think fast I ran to the other side of the roof but there was no fire escape to help me go down. In seconds Eliot Ness would be on the roof and I would be trapped. I saw a long piece of wire leading from an apartment on the first floor to an antenna on the roof. I took hold of it, swung myself over the edge of the roof, and started going down in a mountain climber's fashion. All of a sud- den the wire snapped, I started falling. I woke up still with the falling sensation in my sto- mach, as if I had gone in an ele- vator full speed down from the twenty-seventh floor. The strangest part of it all is that the next morning my fa- ther said, HI think the wire leading to the antenna is causing our poor reception on the tele- vision.U I quickly added, UDad, you'll give me nightmares.n Hwhy son?H asked my father. UOh nothing,n I said. njust a private jokeln Alan Cohen 32 O A DREAM 1 WILL NEYQR PORGET That night I dreamt of a strange race of people occupying the New York Metropolitan area. The peculiar thing about these people was that they all resem- bled Alfred E. Neuman. I asked around the city to find out where I was. I finally managed to get home. I tried my apartment,but my mother was apparently not home. I then went to rest in the lobby in hope of locating her. Then two men approached me and told me I was committing a criminal offense: loitering. Then these men, ap- parently police officers, hauled me down to the station house. They brought me to the judge and I was immediately found guilty. I was then sentenced to ten years of solitary confinement. Then, as I was about to be thrust into solitary confinement, I screeched out, HI demand my constitutional rights. I demand an attorney. Then my Let me out of herein mother woke me up and told me that I must have been dreaming. Zachary Angelowicz D

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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

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.One nightmare I shall always remember took place when I was five years old. I dreamt I was being chased by some vague ob- ject, and tried to get away from it. I wanted to go across the street by going between two park- ed cars, On the street where I lived, there was a garden, and around it were spikes, a kind of iron railing with sharp pointed tops. In my dream, as I tried to get across the street, the iron spikes kept getting in my way, and I was running so fast, I couldn't stop myself. just as I was about to fall over them, I woke up. The reason I remember this dream is that the first thing I did when I woke up was to feel my stomach where the spikes would have gone if I had really fallen. This was my very first nightmare, and stuck in my mind because it was very vivid. I don't remember what was following me, but I re- member the spikes, the parked cars, and how frightened I was when I woke up. I think it is very possible for dreams to be what you hope or fear, for, as long as I remember, I was a little frightened of the spikes and what would happen if I fell on them. Rebecca Osofsky A FANTASTIC DREAM when I was about eight years old,I dreamt that I had an en- gagement with death. It happen- ed that in my dream I was locked in a deserted store. My friends and I were playing hide-and-go- seek in this store. I found a ood place to hide and I thought one would find me. I was right! When my friends got tired of playing, they called and told everyone to come out of their hiding places. I was in the back of the store so I didn't hear them. The last child left the store and closed the door tight. All of a sudden the store became very quiet. I finally decided to come out of my hiding place. I was shocked to see that every- one had left, and I was alone in this dark, dreary store. I im- mediately ran to the door and tried to open it. It was stuck and I was trapped. I remember trying very hard to open the door, but I tried in vain. I couldn't call for help because the windows were painted green and no one could see me. I walked over to the back window and it was barred. Walking toward the front, my foot got caught in a broken floor board. The steam from the radiator was making the room hot and smoky. The boiling hot water from a broken pipe was splashing all That is the last over the room. thing I remember because I woke up screaming. Elaine Nemeroff bcdeswnn 33