Walton High School - Periwinkle Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

Text from Pages 1 - 100 of the 1935 volume:

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THE CLASS OF lANUARY l93'5 9 Stall ol tlia DEIQIWINKLE A EDITOR lN CHIEF BUSINESS MANAGER FRANCES MURPHY SYLVIA SHAPIRO Cecelia Adelman Maisie Baum julia Friedman Sylvia Gurkin Mollie Brick Martha Asklof Lucille Castor Ruth Davis Shirley Davis Anita Drucker Cecelia Adelman Maisie Baum Sylvia Bernstein Helen Bleiberg Ruth Davis Shirley Davis Nancy Disbrovv Anita Drucker Frieda Frank Freda Ganis Pearl Gerstenfeld Pauline Gold Shirley Goldstein ASSOClATE EDITORS Marjorie Brensburg Flora Ginsburg BUSINESS STAFF Miriam Posner Beulah Rappaport Ruth Rosonott ART STAFF Ellen Herman LITERARY STAFF Rebecca Gordon Ethel lntrator Mimi Lovventhal Cordelia Olzvary Florence Rosenlnlum Helen Roth PERSONALITY STAFF Lucille Goodman Edith Grossman Mildred Holmes Florence lacobs Helen Katka Ruth Kaminsky Sylvia Kaplan Gertrude Kissel Virginia Klein Lillian Kraus Harriet Lageman Alice Lichtenstein Shirley Liebling Madeline Marks FACULTY BGARD joseph A. l-lorn, Chairman Laura Kron Harriet Spector ludlth Skluth Miriam Wasserman Faith Smith Marjorie Smith Theresa Stella Marv Tadler Lois Toch . Lillian Zalaznick Margaret McCrink Esther Meilman Ella Meriluoto Evelyn Novick Florence Permut Rose Pomerantz Eleanor Regan Muriel Robb Eleanor Silinsky Norma Smith Harriet Spector Angelina Taddonio Annette Wien Dorothy V. Ahrens Geraldine Spear Ella L, Flynn Margaret V. White 1 , Q IIIIDLX ul cfUlliQlliS POEMS ESSAYS SHORT STORY CLASS CELFBRITIES OUESTIONNXXIRE CIJSS OFHCERS WHOS WHO PROP?-IECY CLASS OF JANUARY 1955 f , v., M a.4,4,.A.-f, gs .,f A-40 ', , 'waf' ,J y'vX J S 1 Ny Q., . In W., ,en X ww , LITERARY AND BUSINESS STAFFS PERSONALITY AND ART STAFFS J' Q -5.3 CICISS Doem Memories Crisp autumn will again return Stirring other souls. Other hearts will quicken At thegolden-crimson sight. The sparkling stretch of water Will twinkle still, Will laugh and shine as merrily. But other eyes will gladden at the sight When we are gone, When we are gone. Our time has come and passed. Only we can know l-low fleeting and how evanescent Four happy years can be. With smiling lips and brimming eyes We pass the torch of knowledge on To eager and to youthful hands, Who carry on the trust we leave When we are gone, When we are gone. The halls will still resound With laughter and with friendly voices. The humming of the busy lines Will fill the gap that we have left. And all the while, ln some forsaken nooks and crannies, Places we have known and loved, The spirit of the yesterday will weep When we are gone, When we are gone. lvlARlORlE E SMITH Voulli Looks Cll DQmOCPGCQ There is a word in common use today that is shrouded with con- fusion. This word is democracy The birth of democracy took place in the early middle ages when the Church first proclaimed the rights of the people as opposed to the tyranny of kings. This was closely fol- lowed by the Humanist movement. These theorists originated that famous by-word that has been echoed throughout history- Liberty, Equality, Fraternity. From this point on, a series of inventions and discoveries furthered the cause of democracy. The first among these was gun-powder, which enabled the lowly plebeian infantry to unseat the proud knight from his horse. The coinage of money was another step toward democracy, for with it cme the beginnings of a great credit system in Europe. This openedl the highways of trade and paved the way for the rise of a new merchant class, that as time went on grew more powerful, wealthy, and ambitious. . The printing press was still another invention that helped the ideals of democracy. lt opened the temples of knowledge to all who cared to enter, and instilled progressive ideas in the minds of many. Free soil in America was another influence in the progress of democracy. Men who owned their own land and cultivated their own soil were independent and learned to think for themselves. Very early in the history of the American colonies, these independent farmers chose the ballot as the means of expressing their governmental beliefs. By these men the hardybackbone of America was formed. But by far the most decided influence was the lndustrial Revolu- tion. The discovery of steam, and later on, of electric power, and the harnessing of these miracle-workers to drive machines, gave rise to a new class, the machine-owners. ln a short time, the government be- came more and more dependent upon them, and it was inevitable that the machine-owners should demand political power proportionate with their economic power. Because of her democratic ideals, America has become the home of peoples from every corner of the earth. Some came to escape per- secution, some to improve their economic condition, and some to avoid military service. Many of them came first to New York, and as they entered the harbor, they perceived the great Statue of Liberty with her torch upraised, signifying freedom. These immigrants were of many races and spoke many languages They were not used to free government, but their children went to the public schools, learned to speak English, and even attended high school and college. ln Europe they would not have had the opportunity to become educated, but would have been compelled to remain laborers for small wages all their lives. We may pride ourselves on the fact that this country encourages every boy and girl to rise as high as his or her ability will permit. So you see that democracy is not just a whim or the policy of one individual or of a group of men, but the natural evolution of a series of economic changes in the history of the world. Then why is it that democracy seems to have fallen from the high prestige that it had at the time of the armistice? Why is it that nation after nation has turned with evident satisfaction to dictatorship? There is an answer to all these questions, the one word- Depres- sion. But any government or form of government under whose regime disaster falls, is likely to be looked upon as falsified power, until another disaster comes in different guise. We must realize that at present our country is in an abnormal state. Therefore, to judge democracy in the light of these irregularities would be unfair. On the other hand, if we disregard present conditions and judge democracy on the basis of its stable growth throughout the ages, there is no reason why it can not be perpetuated. Democracy is not on the decline but rather is suffering from a tem- porary relapse because of depressing conditions prevalent throughout the world today. l firmly believe that under the able leadership of our President, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, democracy will safely weather the storm of criticism which is threatening it. This, coupled with the cooperation of the various representatives of the people, and the strong nationalistic spirit of the people themselves, goes far towards assuring us that our government will always be of the people, by the people, and for the people. We have learned in Walton the purpose and functions of democ- racy, because our school has student government. We have seen how successfully democracy can work out and, therefore, our generation will be fully equipped to maintain and promote democracy. We Americans have a firm belief in public education. No other country invests so much money in its schools as does the United States. ln every state of the Union we find public schools, and high schools, open free for every child. Some states support free or low cost edu- cation in colleges and in universities for their young men and young women. New York City offers free education to its children from kin- dergarten through college. Can it be doubted that these thousands of young people, who owe their training for earning a living, their intro- duction to the cultural treasures of the world, and their capacity for analysis and judgment to an educational system rooted in the principles of democracy, will carry on those traditions? Education gives us a broader and deeper view of life and prepares us to meet it intelligenty and overcome its crushing problems. Arthur' Christopher Benson in his poem Land of l-lope and Glory, gives us a picture of what the United States stands for: Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crownedg Cod made thee mightier yet! On Sov'ran brows, beloved, renowned, once more thy crown is set. Thine equal laws, by freedom gained, Have ruled thee well and long. By freedom gained, by truth maintained, Thine Empire shall be strong. With all my heart l wish to thank Miss Conlon, our parents, and our teachers for instilling in us the courage and confidence that we must possess in order to solve the problems that face our generationm We pledge our loyalty to Walton by carrying out faithfully and sincerely our life work, by translating into action in the adult world ,the high ideals we have learned in Walton and by living the kind of lives that Walton girls cherish. JEANETTE l-IAUSNER 'fi The Door is Qpen We have come to the crossroads, no longer are we children. Still in that in-between stage of adolescence, we are: soon to begin the diffi- cult task of growing up. Definitely, now, we must decide where we are going. Are we planning to open the door of life boldly, or are we to push it ajar timidly? What is it that is needed in the world of today? Let us analyze what it is that we desire most. We are the symbol of the coming generation, and so we shall be the determining factors in the approaching era. Tolerance and understanding above all are to be sought for. The reason for this is self-evident. Conventions have been upset, monarchs overthrown, governments wrecked, the lives of millions torn asunder. World conditions are in a turmoil. Countries undermine the reputations of their neighbors and seek to perpetrate alliances that they know will disturb world peace. Why, we ask, the everlasting why? The question is not unanswerable. Were these nations not so sel- fishly egocentric, did they but attempt to bridge the gap caused by different customs with tolerance, history would present a different aspect. There is no need in this instance for history to repeat itself. We of the younger generation should look with clear eyes into the future and endeavor to assist world peace and internationalism by understand- ing. This question cannot be ignored. lt is pertinent and must be faced with courage. Although we may not sway world policies, we can create a spirit of open-mindedness within our own sphere. Let us not shirk that responsibility. Let us be strong and brave so that we may be able to shape our destinies as we have planned them in our dreams. 'The door of life stands before us. Let us push it open bravely. .FLORA CJNSBURC. ex fail x 0 V 'J 'X We YbliAQl nxfik. N 2441 A Mark Twain cmd lhe Mississippi The mighty Mississippi flows on, oblivious to the changing civil- ization on its muddy, shifting banks. During the comparatively brief period of our civilization, the river has flowed complacently through years of strife and peace, turmoil and quiet, solitude and the noisy con- fusion of growing citiesg but no descriptions or accounts of the mighty Mississippi can surpass or even approach those of our beloved Mark Twain. In relating the story of his own life and the lives of his undying characters, Mark Twain writes narratives which are of necessity bound up with the majestic river. Even when the time came to assume a name under which to enter the literary world, that which fhe chose was a nautical term which he had heard on the river innumerable times. Quarter twain, quarter twain, half twain, mar-r-r-k twain, bellowed the leadsmen on the river, and these words, just as all else about it, impressed themselves indelibly upon his mind. So Samuel Clemens became Mark Twain. ln the days of Mark Twain's youth, the all-consuming ambition which fired every red-blooded boy along the river was to be a pilot. The pilot in those times was an awe-inspiring figure, hero of the Mis- sissippi. Courageous, responsible for ships full of human and inanimate cargo, subject to the orders of none, utterly independent, he was a char- acter to inspire the respect and admiration of all. And rightly, too, for the office of pilot required a knowledge not obtained in universities or colleges but in the school of experience. Mark Twain, like his play- mates, longed passionately to be one of the much-envied personages. Eventually and not without difficulty, he mastered the profession, which required sharp faculties, a flawless memory, and peerless courage. The everchanging shape of the river had to be photographed in the brain, and the water read as easily as an italicized passage. Ships had to be run by night as well as by day, and guiding an awkward, balky boat through inky blackness was by no means child's play. The author became an experienced pilot and would have ended his days as such had it not been for the intervention of the war, after which the need for pilots greatly declined. Life on the river in those days was drama interspersed with comedy, unfolding day by day. The steamboat races, the impatiently-awaited, gay show-boat, the mellow chants of the negro slaves and boatmen, gaudy Mardi Gras time in New Orleans, the bluff, good-natured river- men, all added to the picturesque majesty of the broad, rolling Missis- sippi. After the war, Mark Twain left the river to wander the world over and found occupation as a silver miner in Nevada, a gold miner in Cali- fornia, a ' reporter in San Francisco, special correspondent in the Sandwich lslands, a roving correspondent in Europe and the East, a lec- turer, and finally, to use his own inimitable words, a scribblerf' These many fields of literary work kept him busy for many years, during which he often thought of and longed for the constant companion of his youth, the friendly, magnanimous Mississippi. lt was after wandering about for more than twenty years that he at last' succumbed to the subtle yearning to visit the environment of his boyhood. Disregarding the new civilization, cities, and boats, Mark Twain felt rather than saw the changes along his beloved river. We need not dwell upon those changes which had then taken place, and which today are even more marked. We have all read about or visited the river as it is today, we see, rather than feel, the changes by com- parison with what we have read of the river's past. Mark Twain, in these few words, describes the change more vividly, more adequately than we ever could: But the change of changes was on the levee. l-lalf ta idozen sound-asleep steamboats where l used to see a solid mile of wide-awake ones! This was melancholy, this was woeful. l-lalf a dozen lifeless steamboats, a mile of empty wharves, a negro, fatigued with whisky, stretched asleep in a wide and soundless vacancy, where the serried hosts of commerce used to contend! Here was desolation indeed! Mark Twain has been gone these twenty-five years. But a man who has created such famous characters as I-luck Finn and Tom Sawyer can never wholly die, for the vital part of him, his spirit, lingers after him. There is a bond between him and his beloved Mississippi, just as the river flows on in its bed of centuries, so, too, does Mark Twain flive on in our hearts and memories, Q FRANCES MURPHY HAIKU THE HOME COMING Scrunching footsteps as Snow falls gently--orange patch Of light-warm scents--home! EXCELSIOR Wind and rain battle. I laugh as I fight the stormw- What matter defeat! MARIORIE SMITH A silken silver WINTER Icicle clung to a bough Destitute of leaf. AUTUMN Flaming red and gold In a whirlwind swished above. Oh that I had wings! CECELIA ADELMAN U I'lpPQpClPQCI O Thirty-nine pairs of widened, curiosity-drenched eyes swung around in perfect unison as the surprised accents of Miss Rawlinson's voice whipped through the tense silence of History class 6l l. Faces-there were all kinds of faces-fat and thin, short and long, square, round, and oval-all usually masked with the placid, high-school girl expression--but now, all were wrinkled into the same startled grimace of overwhelming surprise-a surprise that was amply justified, for there at her customary seat in the first row, straight and ,slim and defiant, stood Margy Piccarro, erstwhile favorite pupil, but now, as it seemed, number 3, page 2, in Miss Rawlinson's little black book that nestled among the white papers and cards in the upper right-hand drawer of her square, dull-brown desk. Why-Mar-ga-ret Pic-carrol Unprepared? Mar-ga-ret Piccarro! The half-wondering, half-reproachful voice rose higher and higher in a gradual emphasis. Upon the cool evening air still lingered the passionate strains of Franz l.iszt's immortal Gypsy Rhapsody. She had played it with all her heart, upon the delicate, still quivering strings of her violin. Silence-, a sigh, and then everybody began to talk at once. The walls of the famed old Conservatory building literally trembled with the excitement of the audience. Which of the four aspirants was to win the scholarship? Was it the short, rosy-faced little boy who offered the Caprice Espagnolew? Was it the thin lad who rendered the Liebestraum so exquisitely? Was it the nervous boy whose E string had snapped in the middle of the Cantata ? Or was it the' slim, brunette girl who had, just a moment ago, finished the Hungarian Rhapsody ? Margaret tried to choke back the rising lump in her throat, suc- ceeded in mopping up a few of the smarting tears on her pale cheeks, and then disconsolately sat on the box and kept staring intently at the third black light switch back-stage, with her knees drawn up under her and her chin resting in two moist, cupped palms. As hard as she could, Margie tried to keep back the vivid memory of those terrifying thoughts flashing through her mind in the brief four minutes on the stage. But it was impossible. Again, in thought, she stumbled up the four, grey-marble steps to the brilliantly-lighted stage and walked with quick, hurried steps to the piano. There, with unsteady fingers, she turned the white sheets of the accompaniment, reached page forty-two, and pressed it down. Now she was tuning up, her fingers and wrists feverishly twisting and push- ing, in the effort to move the pegs. As she stood there, left foot resting on the rung of the black piano bench, it seemed as if the white heat of millions of eyes was burning her, scorching her, boring into her, like the intense rays of a heat lamp. Millions of eyes-yet she could not distinguish one pair. And as she walked to the center-front of the platform, they seemed to follow her every movement with a quietness that was unbearable. Then, with a nervous bouncing and skittering of her well-rosined bow and a slightly-quivering fifth finger, she began. As her fingers slipped into the familiar notes of the music, her playing at first, to her at least, became almost mechanical. l-ler mind seemed cooly detached and unemotional and her thoughts wandered. Then little by little the spirit and meaning of the music seeped into her veins and lighted her mind with a sparkling gayety. As she played on and on, her taut muscles relaxed, and then it was that the delighted audience heard and appre- ciated the mastery and control of this fifteen-year old girl student. Sitting there on the dusty box, Margie suddenly looked up to find one of the judges beckoning to her from the stage. As she walked out, she saw, with his fiddle under his arm, the rosy-faced boy standing with a white printed paper in his hand-the paper an exact replica of the one which was then handed to her amid the enthusiastic applause of the audience. And what did it mean, this precious document? She scanned it wonderingly after she had left the stage and had receieved the congratulations and caresses of her parents and friends. A curving smile of joy lit up her face, for she had won' second prize-a three- year scholarship in the Conservatory! t lt was eleven o'clock when, going home, she passed the gleaming jewelry-store clock near the subway entrance. 1 . . Q . n . . n a Why Margie Pic-carrol young Miss Rawlinson exclaimed. Un- prepared? lGravelyl Well, see me at the end of the period. Five minutes after the bell had rung, a penitent but joyful Mar- jorie left Miss Rawlinson's room and hurried through the hall to her next class. Life now seemed such a glorious ringing melody. MARY TADLER I K C . af gf' Mark Twain---ITI umorisl What art thou? The emboldened traveler spoke, And it replied, I am the American joke. loke of a people great, gay, bold, and free I type their masterhood. Mark Twain made me. lExcerpt from the American loke,'l by W. D. I-Iowellsl Because Mark Twain's humor is so characteristically American, it has endeared him forever in the hearts of his countrymen as well as of those abroad. I-Iowever, beneath his wit, which sometimes shows a coarse side and is at other times irreverent and flippant, a thoughtful philosopher, who possesses a keen shrewdness, is revealed. As the Years roll by, Mark Twain, the man, is fast dwindling into a legend whose humor must be valued apart from the author's person- ality and time. Fortunately, there was a certain drawl in his pen which saves much of his humorous work from flatness. Today, we can find little drollery in many of his writings save for the way in which the story is presented. For illustrative purposes we point to the following passage from The Innocents Abroad wherein he describes his emotions one night as a boy when he awoke and found the body of a murdered man in his room: I went away from there. I do not say that I went away in any sort of a hurry, but I simply went--That is sufficient. I went out at the window, and I carried the sash along with me. I 'did not need the sash, but it was handier to take it than it was to leave it, and so I took it. I was not scared, but I was considerably agitated. Always fond of following the counsel of others, he wrote his cele- brated jumping Frog of Calaveras County, employing a maxim of Rudyard KipIing's creation: first get the facts-then distort them as you please. Mark Twain, the droll comedian who was able to make the masses laugh long and heartily, could and did frequently become very deeply depressed and melancholy. Once at a girls' college he attempted to read them a really serious poem that he had written, believing this group to be an appropriate and receptive audience. I ' 3 I . 0 I-lis first words, I have written a poem, were greeted by shrieks of laughter. But I have written a serious poem! I mean it! he replied earnestly.-More laughter. I-lere it is, he continued, producing the manuscript. The hilarious spectators laughed and applauded more than ever. I shall not read it,l' he announced in despair, putting away the script amid the laughter and applause of a highly amused audience. A similar scene occurred a short while later, when lvlr. Clemens was addressing a group of Columbia University students. As he appeared upon the platform to deliver a serious address, a spectator laughed loudly. The humorist, who at the time was grieving deeply over the recent death of one of his children, walked dejectedly from the stage. In the corridor, he chanced upon the young son of the dean. Patting thelchilcl, kindly upon the head, he said wistfully, My boy, never be a c own. When his finances were at their lowest ebb, a report was circu- lated throughout America that Mark Twain was dead. The humorist, who was able to keep his wit alive despite the numerous hardships he was forced to endure, dispatched the following message to a news- paper: The report of my death is greatly exaggerated. lt was after this message, which literally caused a continent to laugh,'that he published the book which might well be called his most facetious work, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court. The satirical, fantastic wit of the author is at its height when he portrays the Connecticut man as one who rides out at dawn in a suit of medieval armor and gradually becomes overheated under the mount- ing sun in what he calls that stove. A fly gets between the bars of his visor, and he cannot reach his handkerchief in his helmet to wipe the sweat from his streaming face, at last, when he cannot bear it any longer, he dismounts at the side of a brook and makes the distressed damsel, who has been riding behind him, take off his helmet and fill it with water and pour gallon after gallon down the collar of his wrought iron cutaway. Mark Twain boundlessly created laughter. There were very few elements in government, democracy, and justice of his own era that he did. not burlesque or deride in some fashion. For as we have tried to indicate briefly, there is something present beyond this laughter, some- thing more than just an innate desire to be flippant and witty. To quote Bernard De Voto: ln Mark Twain's humor, disenchant- ments, the acknowledgment of defeat, the realization of futility find a maturer expression. l-le laughs and, for the first time, American litera- ture possesses tragic laughter. LAURA KRON Mu Dciilu -I-Pip lo School lnvariably I gather my books the last moment, trip over the milk bottle outside our door, kiss my mother hurriedly on the ear, call, Any mail? to the mailman as l tie a shoestring on the third step, and dash out without even waiting for his apathetic nod, or more often, negative grunt. The noisy heave of the glass door behind me marks the begin- ning of my journey to school. Generally, my timing is so perfect that if, in my stride, l take in the streets and people as one dashing continuous blur, I reach my room at 8:00 o'clock on the split second. From long experience, however, l can distinguish enough outline to shout Hello, to several people, glance at a blaring headline, note the weather, smile at the little boys on their way to school, thumbing the passing cars, and hurriedly mumble the lines of a poem or a verb, depending upon what l have the first period. It is with utter disregard that l pass by the apple woman and the man with the song sheets. It is with complete indifference that l hear on all sides comments on whether the digging around the school is for graves for seniors, or freshmen-l know of the existence of these things only through the faculties of my sub-conscious mind, which functions intermittentlytduring the day, and which reports on things noted on my way to school. And there is always a great deal to think about, and many things present themselves to me many times throughout the day, for l have traversed the entire and lengthy distance of one city block. HARRIET SPECTOR OUR SCHOOL LEADERS SENIOR CELEBRITIES -l-he l.osl Mile Arrayed in the unaccustomed cap and gown, which, however, lent much grace and poise to nervous and apprehensive graduates, we fell into line, into our assigned places, ready for the walk down the last mile, the last mile of high school and perhaps even the last mile' of edu- cation altogether! For some of us it would be the setting of the sun, and for others the twilight before the dawn 'of a new phase in life, col- lege. And so, with just a few minutes to go before we should leave this happy life far behind us, we shot out the hands of our memories to grasp and hold firmly the experiences of our four eventful years in Walton High School. And the thoughts most closely connected with our last mile, the thoughts nearest and dearest to us, of course, were our remembrances of senior activities. -The whirl and twirl of the Prom with its swishing and rustling of long taffetas and silks were most vivid in our memories, together with an everlasting wonder that we could be so completely different from our usual selves. This wonder was also shared with our eventful Class Night, when we marvelled at the newly discovered talent in our midst. With what realism did they carry us to scenes of gaiety and dancing in romantic and far-away lands! This was certainly a bon voyage. Closely allied to this is the bright splash of red by which we pro- claimed to one and all that we were seniors. And, in our efforts to make all realize our supreme seniority, we bedecked ourselves with extremely grown-up bows, lollypops, and balloons! Such is the intricate complexityand contradiction of the human mind! On the day that we received our Year Books, what exclamations of joy at receiving our books, and what exclamations of horror at seeing our pictures-Oh, yes, we had seen them before--but did we really look like this? Then, further back when we were lower seniors, we cheered up- roariously at the Swimming lvleet. Here we paused to contemplate the very different purpose for which we were, today, to use these same voices. Ah, but were they the same after so many hours of enjoyable practice? We questioned-the enjoyment of the practice. But, re- suming our former train of thought, we remembered presenting to our mothers a review of our athletic activities on Mother and .Daughter Night. After this, we think, our mothers understood the wherefore and whyfore of prematurely aching backs and bones. Thinking of our flittings around the gym reminded us of the capers and gambols of Puck, who captured our hearts in Midsummer lXlight's Dreamfl Was the choice of this play, which demonstrates the ease with which a human being can become an ass, an aspersion, or an insinuation? But when we thought of the brave showing we made at the inauguration of the Scholarship Circle, our spirits rose. We really could not be so bad, after all. lvly, that certainly was a night of fa-me for many of us! Our dignity and proud bearing while crossing the platform gave rise to many complimentary remarks. lAlas, did someone say we looked like blue- ribbon dogs passing before the judges-Pl And, now as we walked further down the last mile, and all these events became more than ever things of the past, we regretfully realized that seniors are seniors only once. But as our memories drift further into the annals of time, we do not find so much feverish activity as in our senior year. As juniors history merely recorded the issuing of our new magazine, The Fort,'l and the innovation of the polling system for voting.'This brought back memories of the eeny, meeny, miny, mo we used to say to discover for whom we would vote. Then, too, we must not forget the memor- able pageant, ln a Carden, the outstanding feature of which was the group of three damsels who repeatedly sighed, Oh, dear! Oh, oh dear! Oh, dear! -Oh, dear. What cute little juniors we were! But when we were sophomores, what exciting times we hadl The presentation of an original play written by fourth term English stu- dents afforded us a great thrill. lts plot, dealing with what gossips can do, made us question the veracity of all rumors forever after, The thrill we experienced when we first entered our new Walton l-ligh School building, however, surpassed all others. lt was with awe and pride that we gazed about our palatial surroundings, We realized, even on this first visit, that to see from one end of the hall to another, we should need a strong telescope. ln view of our present nonchalance and apparent indifference to all this beauty, it seemed odd to recollect our raptures over the spacious library, the gleaming pool, the enormous gymnasiums, and the modern cafeteria. Naturally, our thoughts now reverted to our old building on l83rd Street. Wei had some good times there. For example, it was there we witnessed the moving and excel- lent play about Goethe given to celebrate the centennial of his death. One can verily say the old order changeth, thought we, as we recol- lected the changing of the name of the Walton Round Table to the Walton Log. But, we wondered a bit wistfully if the old order was not just as satisfactory. Oh, well, often we had occasion to rejoice at such changes, as witness the unusual presentation of a faculty play, While Washington Waited,'i which we will never, never forget. What great fun it was to view our teachers, Mr. Corbett, Mr. Lazarus, Dr. Siedler, Mr. Dombrow, Mr. Hamm, Mr. C-luck, Mr. l-larte, Mr. Eisentrager, and Mr. Frankel, in the old-fashioned knee breechesl Will we not always remember Mr. Muller singing the negro spiritual? How fair a group of colonial women, Miss Kummerle, Mrs. Fried, and Miss Fagan made! The grace and charm they displayed in their hoop skirts made us wish for a return of those long, long ago days. Our freshman year seemed almost as far back as those colonial days. Such sweet memories! With such naivete did we imagine our- selves the all important people of the school, for after all, were we not the first class of freshmen ever to enter Walton High School? We were, to be sure, and along with us came some new teachers, Miss Algase, Miss Allen, Miss Barry, Miss Bunsick, Miss Fagan, Miss Kassendorf, Mr, Gluck and Mr. Dombrow. And we didn't even realize that they were as green as wel What an opportunity we had lost! And, with a grin, we remembered that it was here we were introduced to CJ. O. dues. Dear, everlasting C. O. dues l-Oh, for the freshness of a fresh- man again! And, now we contrasted this solemn and beautiful ceremony of graduation, this glorified ending of the last mile of a trip we had started our entrance, our first day in Walton High School, when all faces were new faces, and puzzled and shy looks adorned our countenances. Now, these four years after, it is with reluctance that we leave behind us all our happy times and go forth enriched by the experience. All the faces are now friendly and familiar, and yet it is goodby, and we may never meet again, for some of us. We grow a bit sad, but not for long for we know that although these days are intangible, we can keep them with us forever. No one can ever rob us of them, we can never lose four years ago, with the exuberance and expectation of the beginning, or misplace them for we can lock them in our memories and can always call them forth for review, So when each one of us grasped her diploma, her only tangible evidence of having completed the last mile, we joy- ously thought that even though this is the last day we shall spend' together in dear old Walton l-ligh School, we will always cherish and treasure our memories. ANITA DRUCKER ETHEL INTRATOR MIMI LOWENTHAL FLORENCE ROSENBLUM L- L , r I I Y 1 I I-le Knew Monk Twain Mr. Stowell, head of the Bronx School of Music, is known to his neighbors at Briarcliff and to his students and associates as the man who knew lvlark Twain. Since l am acquainted with a,pupil of his, l was granted an interview. I entered his studio in fear and trembling, but I had no sooner shaken hands with him than I knew that the interview would be a pleas- urable one. For Mr. Stowell is a gentle, affable person who is perfectly willing to talk, thus putting his questioner at ease. l-lis passion is music, his vocation, teaching it, and his hobby, painting. Pictures in great numbers and of a variety of subjects hang on the walls, covering almost every available inch of space. l came to the point at once as a good reporter should. You are a musician, l began. Do you recall Mr. Clemens' atti- tude toward music and musicians? lvlr. Stowell methodically knocked the ashes out of his pipe, refilled and lighted it, taking a few tentative puffs before he answered. l-le dearly loved songs, the songs of the negroes, and he himself often sang the old spirituals with great feeling. l-le pretended an indifference toward other music, but I am inclined to think that it was merely a pose. Certainly a man who could write so beautifully could not be insensible to the wonders of music. And as for musicians, he continued, his daughter Clara is a musician, the wife of Ossip Cabrilowitsch, the well-known pianist and conductor. Do you remember, I inquired next, anything of his home life? Mr. Stowell's eyes held a mischievous twinkle as he replied. l may not look like a child prodigy now, but l was once considered one, and as such, l was frequently invited to Mr. Clemens' home to play the violin for his guests. l-le often staged entertainments for his children, usually in the form of plays. They acted in the roles which he origi- nated, and were very competent indeed. l played during the interludes when the meagre scenery was being changed, he went on with a whim- sical smile. Susy, one of his daughters, was an unusual child, lvlr. Stowell added in a tone of reminiscence. At the age of fourteen she wrote a biography of her father which she and her friends considered a master- piece. At one time she was my lady love, but that was. long before she became a writer of such distinction. As for lvlr. Clemens, l have at hazy recollection of a merry gentle- man 'with an immense shock of white hair. l-le seemed at the time almost of another world, quite removed from the ordinary run of mor- tals. But he was very jolly with his children's little guests and always made them feel at home. I know that we always laughed a great deal when he told us stories in his inimitable fashion. l-lowever, we had no idea of the fame which he possessed at the time. lt was not until later that l realized how fortunate l had been, growing up in the shadow of a home whose head is considered one of the world's great humoristsf' l looked down at the notes which l had been collecting so assidu- ously. The thought occurred to me that l had been taking up entirely too much of Mr, Stowell's miorning. Gathering my papers, l thanked him for the interview and left him sitting at hisi desk, sucking his pipe meditatively. HELEN Row Candles ol the Laid Tall and straight, Their slender forms Reach toward the sky. From afar, their laden boughs Are pure white flames Lighted by the wind As candles to the Lord. MARjORlE BRENSBURG clog ol Lile It beat upon the window pane. It begged for some sign of recog- nition, some sign of gratitude for its coming. It cried to the tossled head upon the pillow, Wake Up! Rise! It gurgled in its throat from sheer happiness, Look, I am loy-I am Life-nay more, I am the Love of Life. I bring to you closed caskets to which you hold the key, if only you would-. But the rumpled head on the rumpled bed shook wearily on the rumpled pillow and burrowed deeply, more deeply, into the bleak dreari- ness of the happenings of a yesteryear. Then it turned its face slowly upward, a face upon which was imprinted the wisdom of ages, the un- told secrets of centuries, the weariness of a person doomed to hasten for eternity, always with the fear that he has long since passed his resting place, The undaunted visitor seemed not to notice the rudeness of the unruly head, it entreated for admittance using all the subtleties of the art of its language. It poured down from its vaulted position capsules of color that broke and frolicked like glass prisms on the sill. It took each one and sprinkled spot after spot of bright, dazzling hues, glaucous, and azure, and pink, on that upturned face until with open eyes the 'victim cried for mercy. But there was no mercy then, the visitor merely worked with a more fiendish glee and dangled more and more teasingly before those eyes playthings that belonged to loy alone. At last the head nodded, a barely perceptible nod, but with that, in loy came, in a great glare of triumph, encircled by its tinted discs. It let fall stored splendor without reserve, streamers of joined rain- bows that struck upon the window, and striking, broke into resplendent spheres which combined, and blended, and floated, gamboling, in the air. It laughed with glee at the light that now twinkled in those eyes, a light reflected from its own dazzling brilliance, and finally, with a shout of victory, it floated out to survey its work. It had laid upon that face a smile, a smile of consummate blissg a bliss born of the understanding that the key was empowered to open that magic casket and reveal the secrets it held, secrets of the Love of Life, secrets of the fleeting and elusive joy, secrets that would be secrets no longer. And so now the visitor withdrew altogether-and only the flicker- ing shadows of the fading discs remained as proof of its visit. Its work was done. 'A' 'A' 'A' ir 'k 'A' 'k 'A' 'A' The rumpled head had risen from its rumpled refuge-and the world was a fruitful place to it now. Eagerness and anticipation shone in its eyes, and an overwhelming gladness filled its heart. An Eternity filled with the joy of Life stretched before it. Miraculously, the pillow had become smooth-and the lips exquisitely-smiled! HARRl ET SPECTOR EI'lCl1GI1l'fl'IQflT Drooping bough Above lazy stream Of silver jet Bends down to its image ln the fathomless black. The crescent moon, Silent as the night, Looks upon the sceneg And all the stars Smile 'at the vain Narcissus. MARJGRIE BRENSBURC Senior Celelvrilies ol llwe Class ol Most Popular . . Cleverest . . Perfect Lady . . lviss Walton . . lVost Attractive . . Linguist .... lvost Creative Mind Cass Optimist . . Most Popular Sport . Neatest .... Class Poet . . Wittiest . Quietest . . . C ass Musician . Cass Scientist . . Most Charming . . Most for Walton . Cass Artist . Most Versatile . . Cass Athlete . . CIYIUCIPIJ . Helen Stetter . Rebecca Cordon leanette Hausner . Lillian Riedinger . Evelyn Novick . Mary Conigliaro . Laura Kron . . Ruth Davis . .Basketball . . lda Mascitelli Marjorie Brensburg . . . Emly Cohn . Martha Aslqlot . Irma Solomon . . june Cooke . . Agnes Dixon Florence Rosenblum . . Faith Smith . . Marjorie Smith Sylvia Lichtenstein lVost Popular Woman Teacher . . . . . Miss White Most Popular Man Teacher . . . . Mr. Eisentrager COIOPfUl 7ZXUiUITll'l The early morning seemed definitely unfriendly, the atmosphere contained that sluggish humidity which made the least physical effort real labor. lts effect on thought was like that of an opiate which in- duces sleep. There was lassitude everywhere, not a creature had the slightest inclination to stir, Once an enterprising bird commenced to sing, but it ended its song abruptly with an ineffectual twitter and set- tled into silence again. Even the sky was overcast, frowning as if angry that autumn had dared to show its finery. Yet the hills thrust their riotous color-glory into the drab heaven in defiance of its mood, The usually cheerful stream that flowed down into the lowlands was now a tawny yellow, It overflowed its banks and slapped pettishly at any obstacle in its course, It rushed along at a wild turbulent pace striving to get away somewhere--anywhere. The leashed tenseness of the sky was in one accord with the restless, almost nervous activity of the water. All that was needed was an incentive, and the pent-up fury of the heavens would hurl itself upon the earth. Suddenly, however, the brooding skies were parted by a wan, un- steady shaft of sunlight, which almost as quickly withdrew itself. Time and again, a fitful ray would break forth only to retire modestly like a Coy, country coquette beckoning, enticing, and when almost within reach, retreating. Nevertheless, even this meagre light served to en- hance the beauty of color. Along the angry stream, the shrubs and low bushes were beginning to lose their dusty summer green and assume the tints and hues which make autumn so breathtakingly beautiful, Warm brown-yellow mingling with faded olive, dead tan, and glaring red formed a fit border foir 'the quick-moving water, Against the sky was defined a tree so almost impossibly vermillion that it required a second look to prove that it was real and not an illusion. Then the sun blazed forth, the wind made several attempts to rouse itself and succeeded. And lol there was a living torch! The sun brought with it light and shadow, the wind set the leaves in motion. A vision of roaring flames might be conjured up as the salmon-colored leafage danced incluivering response. Even the husky rustling of the leaves, which was like the whir of flames, abetted the deception, only the sparks rocketing upward were missing. Like light-fingered dawn picking her way through atramental night, so gold and crimson tinges threaded themselves through a mass of russet and mauve on all the hillsides. Carmine and yellow flashed here and there. A vivacious pepper-red sprang into its own suddenly, leav- ing in its wake a tangerine-stained trail, as a nonchalant breeze carelessly ruffled the trees. With the positive advent of the sun, the greens, the yellows, the orange, the gold, the crimsons all took on new life-vivid startling life. Autumn, lovely autumn! This wild, tumultuous gypsy allure of colors-can man for all his great genius hope to rival in any way what nature does merely as a matter of course? CORDELIA OLZVARY Fire Loki laughs with evil eyes To see his dwarfs of flame Leap higher and higher Screaming with pain From the blows of his relentless whip. But at each piercing cry, l-lis lash falls mercilessly. Ever upward they spring, seeking To escape the flogging. All that stand within their path They strike down in their frenzy To evade the despot's anger. Soon the tyrant wearies of his cruel sport And turns to other prey. l-lis servants falter in their steps And sink exhausted to the ground, Leaving behind them in their wake A trail of black destruction. MARJORIE BRENSBURG Faculty Miss Conlon Mr. jason Mrs. Easterbrook Mr. Hamm Dr. Siedler Miss C. Becker Miss E. Becker Miss Bring Mr. Dombrow Why did you be- come a teacher? I liked teachers and wanted to be one. I love it. W h e n we played school as children, l was always the teacher. Those who can, dog those who can't, teach. I would like to know myself. I expected to enjoy it. I always wanted to. I became tired of being taught. Open sesame to the unsuspecting. What is your great- est weakness? Seniors. My family. Why select just one? The class of janu- ary I935. That's for others to tell me. Unanswerable. Spending money for travel. Manuscript regula- tions. Golf. S 8CPQlS How is the class of l935 different? lnquisitive. Not different at all. ls it? lt's heavier. lt's smaller. Personalities. Always w a n t to know what they are going to do next. lt leaps twice as fast when my eyes spot a scrap of pa- per on the floor. It isn't. QVQCI IEC! What is your great- est accomplishment in Walton? lndustry. Very difficult to answer because I'm so modest. I hope l've managed to make girls con- scious of t h e i r speech. Passing seniors. Teaching girls in Walton. I-laven't any. Keeping the girls happy- A clean floor which might inspire the asking of an intelli- gent question. The work of that most dynamic force - T h e W a I to n Board of Elections. What advice have you for seniors? Smile under all cir- cumstances. Be an optimist. Be honest with yourselves. Get married. Get wisdom. I'm not given to of- fering any. Don't worry. That they ask: Where am I going, and why? Crow old gracefully. Why are you an- swering these ques- tions? Because you asked them. Because I'm polite. To be agreeable. To make you laugh and thus add to the gaiety of nations. Because I know you are making a fool of me. For want of some- thing better to do. Well, you're asking me to. Because I'm tired of asking questions. That's what l'd like to know. Faculty Mr. Eisentrager Miss Flynn Miss Foran Mr. Gillen Mr. Gluck Mr. Goldsmith Mr. Gordon Mr. Harte Mrs. Isaacs Miss Leffler Why did you be- come a teacher? lt appealed to me. Well, you see it was this way ........ I thought l'd like it. I hoped l would en- joy it. I liked my high school teachers. I had to make a liv- ing somehow. I expected to like il. I like teaching. Like Topsy, I just growed that way. Because the profes- sion would miss too much without me. What is your great- est weakness? I-lershey bars. Onions. Sensitivity. Driving an auto. Athletic sports. l'm moody. Eating candy and ice cream. Farming. My Chevrolet. Eating candy. SQCPQIS How is the class of 1935 different? It makes more noise. More beautiful. I know more girls than ever before. They are l-IO of an inch taller. It is one of the best -except in the lunchroom. Maybe I think they talk more. All classes are the same to me. Really isn't. It has the largest number attending the Prom. They! are fondest of studying history. QVQG lQCl What is your great- est accomplishment in Walton? Getting book re- ports in on time. Getting the seniors to love Carlyle. That I'm among the living. Unanswerable. I'm still here. My sy ste m of marking. Operating a bank without a loss to a single depositor. Getting Girls through Regents. Getting Senior Prom money in on time. Getting to school on time every morning. What advice have you for seniors? Go West, young woman, go West. See America first. You'Il have to work hard to get along. Don't forget that you may be 8's now, but next term you'II be l's. That intelligence is a rare thing which should be used more frequently. Try to become edu- cated in spite of going to college. None. Think hard. Dec id e what you want and work con- sistently and Con- scientiously toward that end. Don't teach. Why are you an- swering these ques- ' 7 tions. I strive to please. Yes, indeed. And how is your cat? Behca u se you are asking me. You asked me. I tried to get out of it 'Cause a gentleman must always be po- lite. Because l feel obli- gated to the class of january '35 This is putting my name in the Senior Year Book. Because l was asked TO. Because I'm so good-natured. Because you want to know. Faculty Mr. Lerner Miss Navin Mrs. Obear Miss Quat Miss Schwarz Miss White Miss Whitney Why did you be- come a teacher? To make a living. I had to do some- thing. Life is real. Everything m u st have a beginning. l'm too non-plussed to answer. I followed the bet- ter judgment of my mother. I needed the filthy lucre. What is your great- est weakness? impatience. Food. Answering question naires. Stalling in traffic. Playing golf. Talking. Not one but three: ill Crossword puz zles i2l Cnfptograms i3l Seniors Secrels How is the class of 1935 different? Most ladylike. No difference. They are celebrat- ing our tenth anni- versary. They appear enthu- siastic and interest- ed in all school ac- tivities. More on the staff of the Log than ever before. To me all seniors are alike. l 9 3 4 streamlined, knee-action models. IQQVQCJQA What is your great- est accomplishment in Walton? Taking pictures that please. Collecting m o n e y from official classes. Completing this. Extracting d e n t a l notes from seniors. Getting s t a ff to submit articles be- fore the deadline. Seniors. Being one of the pumps in the filling station. What advice have you for seniors? Don't marry t h e first m a n th a t comes along. Don't teach. Advise sparingly. Keep young and beautiful. Do n ' t w o r k on school publications. loin the Alumna and keep in touch with th e A I m a Mater. Be nonchalant. Why are you an- swering these ques- tions? Well, if I didn't, y o u interviewers would pester me to death. l'm sure I don't know. A return courtesy. I aim to please. Because a reporter asked me. It gives that per- sonal touch to the book. That's what l want to know. Compiled by CECELIA ADELMAN MAISIE A. BAUM SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS PRESIDENTS OF THE SENIOR CLASSES CJIGSS of li 1935 49 if leanettte Abrams Eyes of gentianellas azure, staring, winking at the skies. Martha Asklof All tongues speak of her, and bleared sights are spectacled to see her. Edith Ackerman No legacy is so rich as honesty. Olga Astapchik Happy art thou, as if every day thou picked up a horseshoe. Cecilia Adelman Lowliness is the base of every virtueg And she who goes the lowest builds the safest. Helene Auerbach The only way to have a friend is to be one. Beatrice Androvette Young in limbs, in judgment old. Etta Bader Good at a fight, but better at play, Godlike in giving, but the devil to pay. Pearl Arbeit Good humor only teaches charms to last, Still makes new conquests and maintains the past. Ethel Balkin And n'er did a Grecian chisel trace a Nymph, a Naiad, or a Grace of finer form or lovelier face. Edith Arnstein What should a girl do but be merry? Annette Banoff Who is the happiest of women? She who values the merits of others, and in their pleasure takes joy. Gertrude Berkovitz I have a heart with room for every joy. Ray Bard Hears no evil, sees no evil, speaks nq evil. 4 5 if vet Pearl Bernstein Silence is the sanctuary of prudence. Sophie Bfaronowsky She tasted the joy that springs from labor. Sylvia Bernstein Lady, whose bright eyes rain infIuence.' Mary Barry n They say that the best counsel is that of a woman. Helen Bleiberg The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength and skill. Dorothy Baruch ln her tongue is the law of kindness. Mildred Bleiweiss Pleasure that comes unIook'd for i thrice welcomed. Maisie Baum You are a devil at everything And there is nothing in this 'versal world bu what you can turn your hand to. S I' Ruth Block I would help others out of a fellow- feeling. Elsie Benson What can I say to you? What can I say better than silence is? ,M-J, 4 - . Sylvia Bloom To talk without effort is, after all, the great charm of talking. Marjorie Brensburg Poetry is the music of thought. gui' ' I ,Ulu . A soft, meek, patient, hum e, ranqul spirit. Mollie Brick Estelle Bluhm . Art is indeed, t the bread, but the a, wine of life. ' Ima er ' ow 'to i' 7 ite, Write, anythin 5 orld's a ' elievingfworld, write news Zelda Brickman A creative economy is the fuel of magnificence. Margaret Bohling One thing is forever good, That thing is success. Evelyn Brody Friendship above all ties does bind the heart, And faith in friendship is the noblest part. Vivian Braverman 441 in AJ' ,C 'A'9U The maid improves er charm with inward greatness, unaffected wisdom, and sanctity of manners. Ruth Browd Rome was not built in a day. Dorothy Bremmer Of every noble work, the silent part is best: Of all expression, that which cannot be expressed. Cecilia Brown , The thin t goes t farthest towards ma i ' wqrth w e, that costs the t does the st, is just a pleasant s e.' Roberta Carroll She moves like a goddess, and she looks like a queen. Anna Brownstein Her thoughts and her conduct are her own. Lucille Castor Her eyes, like marigolds, had sheath'd their light, And, canopied in darkness, sweetly lay. Helen Bucenec A noble aim, Faithfully kept, is a noble deed. Lillian Chase Whose high respect and rich validity does lack a parallel. Clarice Buchler That generous boldness to defend An innocent or absent friend. Ruth Chill Whatever we conceive well, we express clearly, and words flow with ease. Dorothea Burkle A still, small voice. Lillian R. Cohen Let me have audience for a word or two. Elizabeth Burmeister Friendship, like love, is but a name, Unless to one you stint the flame. Lucille Cohen We have been friends together in sun- shine and in shade. Mary Capria Virtue is like a rich stone, best when plain set. Mildred Cohen How near to good is what is fair. Esther Colker Her face with gladness overspread! Soft smiles by human kindness bred! Mollie Cohen How noble is reason. Mary Conigliaro This is our devoted friend, sir, the manifold linguist. Renee Cohen Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are. june Cooke To those who know thee not, no words can paint, And those who know thee, know all words are faint. Ruth Cohn Diffused knowledge immortalizes itself. Corinne Cooper Enthusiasm is the genius of sincerity. Emly Cohn There are those whom heaven has blessed with stores of witf' Olga Oorbisiero She has her pleasures, her style of wit, and her own ways. Ruth Cohen The deepest rivers make least din, And the silent soul dost most abound in care.' Ruth Cottieri thing, there lies a silence that is betterf Q Under all speech that is good for any: Betty De Schryver Where there are laws, she who has not broken them need not tremble. Mary Crowe There is nothing that allays an angry mind So soon as a sweet beauty. La , 'K 'TI 2 ' W Ruth Deutsch J My tongue within my teeth l rein, For who talks much must talk in vain. Florence Curry Like our shadows, Our wishes lengthen as our sun declines. xi w Q. Florence Diamond 'S JUV5 My glass is not large, but I drink from il V my gIass. is W th Davis w Nothing is so contagious as enthusiasm. L Malvina Diamond . ln solitude, when we are least alone. Shirley Davi The chi? W 9yX1 ff Statd o then I 1' ' A U 1' Marion Diehl Virtue, the strength and beauty of the soul, is the best gift of heaven. Eleanor De Fiore Laugh and the world laughs with you. Sophie Diesner A daughter of the gods, divinely tall and divinely fair. Zira DeFries The true, strong and sound mind is the mind that can embrace equally great things and small. Q -'kg --fa Q. . Ni s .3 Q. , We fs :.- 1 1: . W-S YN lm , . L - Y.. . My gist fi . ,X-.tg . ig Z 5 ' vi X s s. - fs -1 . if 3 es - ,sf A 1 .X ' x sl at ii R ? Fl wx. I xx X 1 1 ,t.r: ss if V 'T .fx -f vi .iii Q s . .Q V 15: 33' v- 1 i . . , Q . . .Q bills-'53 'l N - .. . f i? 1 xx 7 his ,xx W X A t V Nj' f :gs , X 3 fffiil. 'gi i': D is .-.1-f 'f ,Q 9 is 514-7 e Q25 ' - F 5 E'X , :dwg e s 1 , x 5 xv A . .N s Iam 2, elses, . . JNMZ. ' Y.. s,..f ,. K ' 5 Carol Dillenberg And let us be red with mirth. Sylvia Drucker A flattering painter, who made it her care To draw men as they ought to be, and not as they are. ' Nancy Disbrow Too low they build who build beneath the stars. A , Florence DuFine The trick of singularity. Agnes Dixon To fireside happiness, to hours to please, Blest with that charm, the certainty to please. Peggy Dykes Still-born silence-thou that are flood- gate of a deeper heart. Helen Dluzniewski Your deeds are known in words that kindle glory from the stone. Sylvia Ebert We are charmed by thy neatness of person. Edith Drubin Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not expressed in fancy, rich not gaudy. Lillian Edelman Cheerful herself, she brings joy to others. Anita Drucker A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men. Elsie Edelstein A day for toil, an hour for sport, but for a friend is life too short. Rose Farb MingIe a little folly with your wisdom: a little nonsense now and then is pleasant. Ida Einhorn The whole praise of virtue lies in action. Norma Farber A fair exterior is a silent recommen- Hetty Eis r Sile IS I t . Shirley Feigert Her favored temple is a humble heart. Frieda Elbaum Health consists with temperan e alone 1 Carol Feinberg And what she greatly thought, she nobly dared. Elsie Erickson The will of a woman is her happiness. Eva Feinsmith We wish you all the ioy that you can wish. Pearl Essenfeld Whirlpool of tempestuous fire. Anne Feinstein A perfect woman, nobly planned To warm, to comfort, and command. Gladys Fahrbach Three silences there are: the first of speech, The second of desire, the third of thought. Frances Feldman The secret of success is constancy to purpose. Dorothy Frank What strong hand can hold her swift foot back? Rose Ferry Always gayest of the gay. 4 4'f...,4i , .-iMj'1.mf' Frieda Frankwig ,U ' Yhaik fhe mind to co eive, the heart qv!! tlgtndeitanf, and the hand to execute. K in I in all 'IQ ' ' . A Olga Finsky The finest eloquence is that which gets things done. Agatha Frankenheim The laughter of man is the contentment ra rfawwv Walburga Fischer Ornament of a meek and quiet spirit. ' Muriel Franzblau 990 ' Look, she's winding p of N1 her witg y in y it strike. S -PJ,-vi Ji' ' XD ' F-,I ,ff ' Valerie Flaim lt is difficult to tell how much men's minds are conciliated by a kind manner and gentle speech. Ethel Fried A merry heart goes all day. Doris Ford Many receive adviceg only the wise profit by it D Bessie Friedman Silence sweeter is than speech. jywr 3404400 Gertrude Garstein 7 Most wise, most witty. .Y julia Friedman A tender hear 3 ll in lex' l 4 g sylvaa cenman X '6 uTh - - I e kmdest girl, the b conditioned and unwearied spirit in doing courtesiesf' Selma Friedman A smile which glows celestial rosy red, love's proper hue. Pearl Gerstenfeld One science only will one genius fit, so vast is art, so full of wit. Pearl Frisch She is lovely, and therefore to be woo'dg She is a woman: therefore to be won. Ruth Gerstman The rule of my life is to make business a pleasure and pleasure a business. Lenore Frusciante A cheerful look makes a dish a feast. Harriet Cevitz Worth, courage, honor, these indeed your sustenance and birthright are. Molly Gang C, 0 Elizabeth Gilhooly She has carried every point who has mingled the useful with the agreeable. Freda Canis Forward and frolic glee was there, the will to do, the soul to dare. Marion Gilman Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech. Rosyln Glasser Silence never betrays you. Margaret Ginsberg Who climb the grammar tree distinctly know Where noun and participle grow. Louise Glassman Still to ourselves in every place con- sign'd, Our own felicity we make or find. Miriam Ginsberg God is with those who persevere. Lucille Gleichenha s T sirlig bliis e ich her cheeks ersprray Are ope roses in a li bed. I Flor ins ur W ou 3 nimble wihf ink it was made of 'ta's heels. liauline Gold Charm strikes the sight, and merit wins the soul. Agnes Giudice Life has no blessing like a prudent friend. Vivian Goldbetter smile that grows celestial. .' pak' - ' Sarah Givotoff A true friend is forever a friend. Beatrice Goldsmith I live in the crowds of iollityf' Beatrice Gordon Elegant as simplicity, and warm as ecstasy. Beatrice Goldsmith Shallow brooks murmur Moste, deepe, silent slide away. Rebecca Gordon A justice with grave iustices shall sit, She praise their wisdom, They admire her wit. Beverly Goldstein On the stage she was natural, simple, affect- ing. Sarah Gore Let us do or die. Ethel Goldstein The unspoken word :fever does harm. Shirley Gorman For smiles from reason flow. Frances Goldstein A companion that is cheerful is worth gold. Shirlene Gray Soft voice and smiling face With a gentle lady's grace. Shirley Goldstein Whate'er she did, was done with so much ease, In her alone, 'twas natural to please. lanice Green lesters do often prove prophets. Lucille A. Goodman Thou who hast the fatal gift of beauty. ,, ll f ,A i 4. ll 'A 7 N lim r 1 1 LF? 2 C 4 ix .29 'LTJW' 'Wwwflvg as . pf N Muriel Green O, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars. Ruth Guberman Still to be neat, still to be dressed, As you were going to a Feast. Rose Green There is no load but will be made lighter by cheerfulnessf' .. e Sylvia Gurkin Z ' ' - . 7'And her sunny locks ., ,M Hang on her temples like a golden Que. Lillian Greenberg Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child. Hannah Halliday Sweeter also than honey and honey- comb. Sylvia Greenberg A silence that speaks. Ruth Handelsman With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eyes. K , 7 fi-.e.dg2: of . Ruth Greenfield fx -Mft? 'V . She is pretty to walk with, I f 5 And witty to talk wirh, F Q And pleasant, too, to think on. Elsie Hanowitz Kindness is wisdom. There is none in life but needs it and may learn. Edith Grossman She would talk, Lord, how she talked. Helen Hansen Beautiful in form and feature. ' N. 1 A'-I , 0 ldf 1 fxf. ,x, wig jeannette Herman Quietness is best. Marion Hanson Of easy temper, naturally good nd faithful to her word. . d . n 'y.,M,l'14gf' Q fn ', ,wlx kiufiml-Ng, I Mary Herrmann 3 ,f n,-um. .J Happiness consists in the multiplicity of agreeable onsciousnessf' ka. Balleffe BUSIICI' ll l ' C She, in beauty, education, bl with any princes M, MJALW Q-NV Evelyn Heuer Those smiling eyes, attempting every ray, shown sweetly Iambent with celestial day. Muriel Haworth A faultless body. And a blameless mind. W 0' E ' ndt WW There is in souls a Sympathy with sounds. Grace Hayden In each cheek appears a pretty dimple-Love made those holIows. Esther Hiller There was a little man, and he had a little soul, And he said, Little soul, let us try, try, trypn Pearl Heller One inch of joy surmounts of grief a span. Eleanor Hirsch Never elated while one girl's oppressed Never deiected while another is blessed. Ellen Herman But 'as for all the rest, There's hardly one, ll may say nonel Who stands the artist's test. 'S Ethel Hitter Cheerful at morn she wakes from short repose, Breathes the keen air, and carols as she goes. Sophie Horowitz Kindness is wisdom. There is none in life But needs it and may learn. Martha Hoffert The two noblest of things which are sweetness and light. Estelle Hummers You are above the little forms which circumscribe your sex. Edith Hoffman When night hath set her silvery lamp on high, then is the time for study. Ethel Intrator lt is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of a woman is tested. Shirley Hollander Good sense, which only is the gift of Heaven, And, though no science, fairly worth the seven. Florence lacobs The pursuit of the perfect, then, in The pursuit of sweetness and light. Mildred Holmes She comes, the herald of a noisy world, News from all nations lumbering at her back. Florence lacobson Endurance is the crowning quality, and patience all the passion of the great. Evelyn Horowitz Your learning, like a lunar beam, affords light, but not heat. Iudith lacobson That living ray ofiintellectual fire. Evelyn Ka lbas Swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath. Isabel jenny Big oaks from little acorns grow. Ruth Kaminsky How much lies in laughter, the cipher key, wherewith we decipher the whole man. Bette johnson Smiles form the channel of a future star. Beatrice Kaplan A lovely lady garmented in light, from her own beauty. Evelyn johnson Such joy ambition finds. Sylvia Kaplan With little art, clear wit, and sense suggest their delivery. Agnes joyce Every trait of beauty may be referred to some virtue. M me Tessie Karlitz J Because you are content, you have enough to live comfortably. Helene Kadish Thou art as gentle as zephyrs blowing below the violet. Esther Karsh Learning by study must be wong 'Twas never entailed from son to son. Helen Kafka Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare, and beauty draws us with a hair. fr ju' Ply M' W 1 w l l Y l if as-W 'I 1 Q eil K gil 'Si l Qi xii. e. w gi r r ., 3 ,T ' r . .zu 51 .:,.v s if I, , , M, In .. . . . .Q .,, .a or if -: s vs .fawri - as -ff-s-Q -.Q .Q se , Ski prog E15 . .,- , Q. . 4 ' 1 ,H are Nw, .e 1--1 . ,W i . 1 , F-Q -4 w .- 5 .3 - Q ,l SF f' Q 3 xmx ij? a, fm- -ez Q R o S 5 X QS K Y A X, it a so is 3, S yi t, XE F Q sig Q Q1 -ai E X . A +5 X X a 1 g .X . sf' ae Xe fi 1 i' 1 F 2' of 3 4 ii 2' i 5 I, Myffvf- X y 3 Qi wc, 'Q fl . ,xxg xv .. Hazel Katz Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes, Soft as her clime, and sunny as her skies. Lottie Kibel The flash of her keen black eyes fore- running the thunder. Sarah Katz No man who has once heartily and wholly laughed can be altogether and irreclaimably depraved. W Pearl' aso h' pleasu I the joys of I e ealth, peace and ence. P I ebe edofsky Mine honour let me try: In that I live, and for that will I die. Gertrude Kissel For the eye of the intellect sees in all objects what it brought with it-the means of seeing. Eleanor Kehl You are good, but from a noble cause From your own knowledge, not from N,ature's laws. Virginia Klein I am not of that feather to shake off My friend when she must need me. Margaret Kerr Silence is the ecstatic bliss of souls. Ethel Klobowitz A friend whose face will never change, A companion who will not grow strange. Loretta eufwgikl' O kd-us ap ,and'you m ood. Martha Kopelman The greatest thoughts are the simplest: And so are the greatest men. Coldie Landsman Genteel in personage, Conduct, and equipageg Noble by heritage, generous and free. Lillian Kraus Beware of her fair hairg for she excels All women in the magic of her locks. Esther Lasker Plain without pomp, and rich without show. Laura Kron She adorned whatever subject she either spoke or wrote upon by the most splendid eloquence. Bernice Lembeck Attempt the end and never stand to doubt: Nothing's so hard but search will find it out. Annette Kuby Fairest and best adorned is she ose clothing is simplicity. rah rn Al r mod loo s a co ge mig orn, weet e p imro a e s eneath the th n. Catherine Kuhn Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in their dust. jacqueline L'Esperance Kind hearts are more than coronetsf' Ethel Kuster How goodness heightens beauty! Ruth Levin Only lofty character is worth describ- ing at all. Harriet Lageman The greatest truths are simplcstg and so are the greatest of girls. I 1 Es it - ,sa a L i if ill X .. . ig L it mg , l R is .L in K iki ,Wg ,S r 'Ht 3 ,. 1 ' 5... 1 r ,,,, N, S ,N use r. I sig as X. wwg , 'L . ' ,,: LQ- 2 EX l was s i if - fe. fi g f :Vi is WW ' 'W ' V, IQ 1 W f ,'i.:' A - 4 .1515-'iff 'V ' 41 A M :K 1...3x sr W 'i 'Ii' Doris Levine She that is ever fair and never proud Hath tongue at will, and yet is never loud. Rose Levy Never idle a moment, but thrifty and thoughtful of others. Vivian Levine Simplicity is nature's first step, and the last of art. Rose R. Levy lt is money makes the are to trot. -f Z NBS!! bg V U Estelle Levithan Friendship is a shelteri t ' Helen Lewis ,. The ilde anners an th ntlest Beatrice Levy There is great ability in knowing how to con- ceal one's ability. Alice Ruth Lichtenstein But oh! she dances such a way No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight. Florence Levy Happiness seems made to be shared. Sylvia Lichtenstein lf thou dost play with her at any game, thou art sure to lose. l Lenore Levy A If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face and you'lI forget them all. ,X ' X Shirley Liebling W And in their motions, harmony divine So smoothes her charming tones That God's own ear listens delighted. Bernice Ludman A scholar knows no ennui. Gladys Lombardi You may trust her in the dark. lean Lustig Speech is the mirror of the soul: as a man speaks, so is he. julia Lowenheim Under all speech that is good for anything, there lies a silence that is better. Sylvia Lutzin Strange to the world, she wears a bash- ful look. Sophie Lowenkron There was a soft and pensive grace, A cast of thought upon her face. Catharine MacDonald Music is the harmonious voice of creation. Harriet Lowenstein She believed that she was born, not for her- self, but for the whole world. Alice Major A good name is better than riches. Mimi Lowenthal Wit with its honey , without the s ing. yy f M , Madeline Marks For I do not distinguish them by the eye, but by the mind, which is the proper judge of the man. Claire Lowitt A heart at leisure from itself Ei To soothe and sympathize. jay PM ' ax'-J s . A .fit pill ' ,X IN if il I , 1, ,Jx Ida Mascitelli ,, ' The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers. Grace McNally Honor lies in honest toil. Sarah Mayoff The intellect of the wise is like glassg It. admits the light and reflects. Rose Mehlman Skill's a joy to any man. I r Margaret McCrink I tn I' To her friends and her rk, true, As the dial to the sun. Esther Meilman So full, so deep, so slow, Thoughts come and go, in thy large eyes, Imperial Esther. Mary McEntee Surely never did there live on earth A girl of kindlier nature. Eila Meriluoto Loveliness needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is, when unadorned, adorned most. Eleanor McCann To heal divisions, to relieve the oppressed, In virtue rich, in blessing others, blessed. losephine Merolese Nothing is more useful than silence. Helen McGrath Y Wit is the flower of imagination. ' Ethel Meyer Thy plainness moves us more than eloquence. Frances Mind Selma Meyer Her tongue chatter. Matilda It is shines Cla ra Meyers Her fingers along, And her lips Murphy is the brightness of the body. runs on with vollies of eternal Musicus by vivacity and wit that man in company. witched the cords they passed seemed to kiss the soul in song. Phyllis Nachimoff She who obeys with modesty appears worthy of some day being a commander. Mollie Momat Patience is a necessary ingredient of genius. Rose Nagler CheerfuIness keeps up a kind of day- light in the mind. leanette Morganstern An est heart possesses a kingdom. I, Norma Nardo Patient of toil: serene amidst alarmsg lnflexible in faith. Rida Moss Smiling always with a never fading serenity of countenance and flourishing in an immortal youth. Louise Nelson Genuine simplicity' of heart is a healing and cementing principle. Sara Muechnik Preserving the sweetness of proportion, And expressing herself beyond expression. S: ! Nkivsq NX x Ps Q35 a ggi l X 'gs 35 gl ilk Ss -fi I, , ggi 3 . Q l K ., e 'f s' Q 35 53 . 1 'S ' .gel Sylvia Nelson Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers. Helen Padgurski Learning without thought is labor lost: thought without learning is perilous. Elsie Norek lt is better to wear out than to rust out. Mildred Paglialonga She has been at a great feast of lan- guages, and stolen the large scraps. Evelyn Novick Harmony within every grace Plays in the fair proportions of her face. Bernice Palmer The great hope of society is individual character. Estelle Ohringer A laugh is worth a hundred groans in any market. Rita Patti How bright her wit isl How refined her style. 4 Jakob -'iuaove WTQF-1 Cordelia 0lzvary A kind of semi-Solomon, half knowing every- thing from the cedar to the hyssop. A 6 cc, rl 5 7, 5 ,light hem livesfmy' , L . ' Alma Pabst Be wisely worldly, But not worldly wise. Muriel Perlman A cheerful temper joined with innocence makes beauty attractive, knowledge de- lightful, and wit good-natured. 1 , Florence Piers Honest labor bears a lovely face. Florence Permut Deepsighted in intellige fluences. jeanette Pinkus The soul's calm joy is the reward Doris Permutt Ambition has no rest. Lillian Pitkowsky But they whom Can gather honey Molly Peskin And let her be sure to turns to speak. lanet Pitz nce, ideas, atoms, in- sunshine and heartfelt of her goodness. truth and wisdom lead from a weed. leave other men their Wit is the salt of conversation, not the food. Sylvia Peterfreund Thy wit is as quick as it catches. . Bertha Platkin The world is a come round right.' Mildred Petziner A good heart is better the world. Eleanor Platt A kind heart is ness. Elmirando Piacetino She is a scholar and a the greyhound's mouthg O wheel and it will all than all the heads in the fountain of glad- ripe and good one. X fl fl fr QI l,:jr Aa Q55 4 N l lt Y' 'P 5 ? L 'V 1? , ww r is ' . Q. A If -A 'Z ss. an sis. . u l ,xy . JI' L X14 iw' .-r' PHC - . lj, Beulah Pois Actions, looks, words, steps, form the alphabet by which you may spell characters. Isabelle Pshenitzki Zealous yet modest. 31 Mai! Rose Pomerantz 01 Born for success, she seemed With grace to win, with heart to hold, Q1 With shining eyes that took all eyes. Dorothy Rabinowitz A loving heart is the truest wisdom. , Miriam Posner Kind tongue that never wounded, Sweet mirth that leaves no scar. Gertrude Rabinowitz The glory of a firm capacious mind. Dorothy Powell She learnt the luxury of doing good. Dorothy Raisin There are very few persons who pursue science with true dignity. Marian Prager Music resemble poetry: in each a e nameless graces which no methods teach, and which a, master hand alone can reach. . ' V rr . - 'Wulf' , J., Beulah Rappaportfhuy ' f- I r 'Seeing then that we have such ho , we 517' Y use great plainess of speech. wb,-1' Florence Price As frank as rain on cherry ossoms. Bella Ratner ,s Theirs oyreplyg Th ir t to s lon why, 9 ' s but do or die. a My l YA 'Mildred Roll They mocked thee for too much human curiosity. jeanne Redavid Thy modesty's a candle to thy merit. Esther Rom Hang sorrow!.tare will kill a cat and therefore let's be merry. er beauty an affability and Eleanor Regan bashtul modesty. GD Blanche Rosen The temple of our purest thoughts is silence. Adele Reigrod She thinks a happy life consists in tranquility of mind. Florence Rosen To be strong is to be happy! Helen Reiser I would not anticipate the relish of any happi- ness, or feel the weight of any misery, before it actually arrives. 'rx ' -'f'Eva Rosenbaum A'Quixotic sense of the honorable-of the chivalrous. Lillian Riedinger Tis not in mortals to command success, But we'Il do more,- We'll deserve it. Ethel Rosenberg But wild ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land. Muriel Robb The beauty of her eyes the gazers strikes: and, bright as the sun, they shine on all alike. X y f W' or VY lnez Rosenberg A small degree of wit, accompanied by good sense, is less tiresome than a great amount wll'h0l.Il' if. Naltalie Rothman I. -H0 Her worth is warra Florence Rosenblum ' Our deeds determine us, as much as we de- termine our deeds. Pearl Rouse Those thousand decencies that daily flow from all her words and actions. Millie Rosenblum lt is good to lengthen, to the last, a sunny mood. Thelma Rubenstein All passes, art alone, enduring, stays to us. lsadora Rosofsky Since brevity is the soul of wit, I shall be brief. Cora Rudolph There is majesty in simplicity which is far above the quaintness of wit. Ruth Rosonoff The hand that follows intellect can achieve. Muriel Saffer She would make Reason her guide. Helen Roth Man has his will, but woman has her way. Vivian Salls For truth has such a face and mien, That, to be loved, it needs only to be seen. Anna Schnaufer Not much talk-a great, sweet silence. Dina Sandler Humility, that low, sweet root, From which all heavenly virtues shoot. ,. ,I resa Schneider Ql GentIe of speech, beneficent of mind. 'J Ruth Sandler She mixes reason with pleasurewmd 'sd with mirth. X: 1' ' h 1 . j , 146 - Virginia Schrage Wit is the loadstar of each human thought. Wit is the tool by which all things are wrought. Lillian Sarfaty Thy modesty gives thy merit strength and makes it stand out. Beatrice Schwartz In her eyes a thought grew sweeter and sweeter, deepening like the dawn, a mys- ' ' tical forewarningf' dwna Sattler l ! J She that hath knowledge spareth her words. Clara Schwartz Blessed with temper whose unclouded ray Can haake tomorrow cheerful as today. Bernice Schein Studious of ease and fond of humble things. Frieda Schwartz The apparel oft proclaims the man. Frances Schimmelman Happy am Ig from care I'm free! Why aren't they all contented like me? vi lf' Isabelle Schwartz ' Harriet Schwartz For she is wise, if l can iudge herg And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true. Beatrice Shapiro The foolish one seeks happiness in dis- tanceg the wise, grows it under his feet. Magnificient spectacle of human happiness Sylvia Shapiro Whence that three cornered smile of bliss? Three angels gave me at once a kiss. Sylvia Schwartz She doth indeed show some sparks like wit. Edith Sher -all who joy would win must share it- Happiness was born a twin. Mildred Schwartzman There are but few that know the treasures that are hid in thee. Blanche Silberstang The mildest manners and the gentQs l123I'l'.H Edna Schweitzer 'A happy soul that all the way to heaven hath a summer's day. Eleanor Silinsky u f ag Mighty ambition c dfwmalm I an ' . Ruth Scolnick , Q 'Your eedx are known in words that kindle glory. Barbara Simmons Better be happy than wise. Pauline Smith Music is well said to be the speech of angels. ludith sklurh Of softest manners, unaffected mindg Lover of peace, and friend of human kind. ' Ruth' Smith Health and cheer naturally beget each other. Rose Slattery ln framing its artists, art has thus decreed, To make some good, but this one to exceed. If fl Q Genevieve Smitman 0-,J'- Formed by thy discourse happily to steer, from grave to gay, from lively to severe. Faith Smith -' For art is nature ade a o man, the interpreter of Go Irma Solomon She has moved a little closer to the master of music. Helen Smith Beauteous Helen shines among the rest, T I, slender, straight, with all the graces blestf' ZW. lrene Sonnenschein Good company and good discourse are the very sinews of virtue. Marjorie Smith Mind is a kingdom to her, for she gathers her pleasure from ideas. May Sosnow Persuasion tips her tongue whene'er she talks. Norma Smith Untwisting all the chains that tie the hidden soul of harmony. Anne Spear A pleasing countenance is a silent commenda- tion. ' Theresa Stella She has no fault except that she has no fault. Harriet Spector A creative mind bears the stamp of the indi- vidual who possesses it. Evelyn Stern What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. Ruth Stantial Happiness lies in the consciousness we have of it, and by no means in the way the future keeps its promises. Leah Sternthal Be che'ck'd for silence, But never tax'd for speech. Dorothy Stein A peace above earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. ,gL,,c,-10.41 Helen Stetter ,lyk - Her grand business u oubtedly ls, not to see what lies dimly at a distance, but to do what lies clearly at hand. fi, Adele Steinberg Beautiful in form and feature, Lovely as the day. Sarah Stock Pont waste thy sweetness on the desert air Hortense Steiner Most learned of the fair, Most fair of the learned. Ida Stolnick What cannot art and industry perform When science plans the progress of their toil? Q I ,ii N-qfdag.. Virginia Symes Ah, you flavor everything: You are the Edith Stone vanilla of society. Where the stream runnest smoothest, the water is deepest. Angelina Taddonio Wise to resolve, and patient to per- form. Eleanor Strandberg Her voice is ever thing in woman. Mary Tadler Wisdom an one heart soft and low, an excellent d goodness are twin-born, Must hold both sisters never seen apart. Edythe Stromberg For science is like virtue-its own exceeding great reward. Flora Tarantino Titles of honor add not to her worth Who is herself an honor to her titles. Eleanor Strothkamp An outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual grace. Pea rl Taub And still the wonder grew That one small head could carry all she knew. Evelyn Stuckert Men who underta in a regular way, presume ability. ke considerable things, even ought to give us ground to is-L lg-Ju. wifi'-Jun. Ruth Terry Never leave till tomorrow what you can do today. Lillian Sutherland Silence bestows virt e. , v9i .4..Z4...1 Florence Texin Knowledge is, indeed, that which next to vir- tue raises one girl above the other. Rhoda Unterberger A merry heart doeth good like a medicine. Irene Thompson Laughing cheerfulness throws the light of day on all paths of life. Mary Usilton An ounce of wit is worth a pound of sorrow. Stella Tobey We saw her charming, tut we saw not The charms her modesty concealed. Valerie Valentine Argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest forever. Lois Toch Then did he lift his hand unto her chin, And praised the pretty dimpling of her skin. Helen Venosi Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind. Ruth Turnbull When she had passed, it seemed like the ceas- ing of exquisite music. Dorothy Vigliotti A thing seriously pursued affords true enjoyment. Ethel Turon Constancy is the fountain of virtue. Miriam Wald We think a happy life consists of tran- quility of mind. ,v..an4,p, 4,2!,,-,gf fl! 'iz C' fd! Elizabeth White And her face so fair Stirr'd with her dreams, as rose-leaves with the air. lean Ware The well of true wit is truth itself. Annette Wien Those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour. Miriam Wasserman She moves! Life wanders up and down through all her face, And lights up every charm. Pearl Wilson Nothing is more simple than greatness: indeed to be simple is to be great. Esther Wechsler A loyal friend who makes prosperity brighter, and who lightensl adversity by sharing its griefs and anxieties. Eleanor Wingardner Silence is the perfectest herald of joy. Isabel Weinrich , tru s. itf C-race was in all her steps, heaven in :ner eyes, in every gesture, dignity and eve. Greal thoughts, like great deeds, need no Vivian Weinz The noblest mind the best contentment has. Helen Yergin The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books. Florence Wexler Often a silent face has voice and words. E , , 'f sv- f ai ' in fi 4 f 2 hh' 4 ffl ,sg s .3 .- 1, , ' 1 ' 1: l 94 ff ' . iiiis . R r V fe . Q 2 - . if ' 1 if '1 ,L e V X, g . .1 V 1 1 2 W .F I 3. i . 'L Q ' 1 6 ' 4, :Q :gl E 'a 4 N 3 if xl x Xl LS v 1 .5 3, if iw E is 5 gil' Anna Young I will sit down now, but the time will come when you will hear me. Virginia Zallas Confidence is that feeling by which the mind embarks in great and honorable courses. :f4,eaff g'!4 in ' 1' Beatrice Young r 'fl A 'fb' A girl, she seems, of cheerful yesterdays and confident tomorrowsf' X, , . Beatrice Zmar X Honor is urc a y the ee e . ' .L Lillian Yuppa Blushing is the colour of virtue. Pearl uker er ed with inno rll ma e beauty attractive. ca CEIICG QQWL Lillian Zalaznick lt is good to be zealously affected always in a good thing. Mildred Zwisohn A face with gladness overspread- Soft smiles, by human kindness bred. Who's Who in ll1e Seniov Class President of the General Organization ..... Lillian Riedinger Chief justice ............ Rebecca Gordon Student Member of the Board of Governors . . Florence Rosenblum School Historian ....... Chairman of the Board of Elections . Secretary of the Board of Elections . . Leader of the Service League . . Leader of the Senior Arista .... Board of Associate Editors of the Walto Editor-in-Chief of the Periwinkle . Business Manager of the Periwinkle . Associate Editors of the New Deal . nLo Editor-in-Chief of the Biology Bulletin . Editor-in-Chief ot the Aquila Waltonia . President of class of january '35 . . . Vice-President of class ot january '35 . Secretary of class of january '35 . Treasurer of class of january '35 . . . . Mary Tadler . Laura Kron . . Frieda Frank . Maisie Baum . Pauline Gold . . Maisie Baum Sophie Baronovvsky Shirley Goldstein Laura Kron l-larriet Spector . Frances Murphy . . Sylvia Shapiro . Maisie Baum Laura Kron . l-larriet Spector . lrma Solomon . . Lillian Chase . . Alice Major . Garol Dillenberg . . Norma Nardo az- ,l ' if '1 , ff , ffl 4- 111 . ah Y 2 if i. Y- ' ..... A-f l ' 1 Afli, A 5 L' Lx' J 5 I J Losl cmd -l-eslomenl F by 'Jaf- LAURA KRON HARRI ET SPECTOR The Senior Class is dead! Long live the Senior Class! Each student in Walton took up the cry, and the shrill voices, reverberating from all corners of the school, slowly worked themselves into a crescendo. Meanwhile, in a small room, where the echoing of these voices could faintly be heard, several people were gathered at a long bier to pay homage to the departed seniors. And as the black cloth was slowly and reverently draped over this coffin, concealing forever the class of january i935 from the mortal world, the seal binding a large white document was slowly broken. ln a solemn and mournful tone, the contents of the last will and testament were read aloud-to all who would listen. Auspiciously, the reader began, despite the ever-constant shrieks from the far removed students: First: To Miss Conlon do we bequeath--an orchid. Second: To Miss Holste do we bequeath a group of students who, in retrospect, will associate her with her truly charming person- ality rather than with her inevitable low spot cards. Third: To Mr. jason, because for four years we have been look- ing forward to doing this, do we bequeath a standing order for any flower that is neither pink, nor white--nor yellow. , Fourth: To Miss White, because she deserves the best always, do we bequeath a Senior Class just as nice as this one--and just as modest. Fifth: To Mrs, lsaacs do we bequeath a Senior Class that will be so well provided with presentable swain that it will sign the Prom pledges immediately and en masse. Sixth: To Miss Quat, because we spent all our gym periods watching for her to smile, do we bequeath additional collar buttons to deepen her famous dimples. Seventh: To Miss Bring do we bequeath a class so mature of mind, that she will raise her famous lor infamousl standards of attain- ment. Eighth: To Mr. Dombrow do we bequeath a Board of Elections so good that it will know enough, after the very first meeting, to pro- vide him with lemon lollipops rather than raspberry. Nintht To Mr. Harte do we bequeath a more frequent-occurring grin-we liked it when it finally did come. Tenth: To Miss Flynn, because she is so well suited to conduct such a class, do we bequeath the suggestion that she include in her English lessons pointers on charm. Eleventh: To Mr, Gluck do we bequeath any publication that deals with Color Harmony in Dress. Twelfth: To Miss Leffler do we bequeath a class of whispering angels. Twelfth and one-half: To Mr. Shapiro, in connection with his peregrinations, do we bequeath the consolation of a Chinese maxim with which we have taken slight liberties: To him wearing OUT shoes, the whole world is carpeted with leather. Fourteenth: To Mrs. Stave do we bequeath a group of girls who will be as much infected by her infectious laugh as we were affected. Fifteenth: To Mrs. Obear do we bequeath a supply of pamphlets on The Art of Treading Softly, or Up on Your Heels and Down on Your Toes, for the sole use of her future students. U Sixteenth: To Mr. Cordon do we bequeath the assurance that his experience in Walton will, upon his retirement from all active ser- vice there, net him, at least, a job as a bank official. Seventeenth: To Miss Seligman do we bequeath a school devoid of all extra-curricular activities except-the Latin Club. Eighteenth: To Mr. Hamm do we bequeath a towel-roller, which, we hope, will prove in the last analysis more adequate than mere linen squares in wiping his massive brow. Nineteenth: To Mr. Lerner do we bequeath the reminder that all that glitters is not-his precious camera. Twentieth: To Miss Foran do we bequeath a box of non-squeak- 'able chalk. Twenty-first: To Mr. Eisentrager do we bequeath, tshould the New Deal be declared unconstitutionall, a new name for his brain- child- The New Ideal. Twenty-second: To Miss Schwarz do we bequeath leather tongs to keep her down in the Log office after 2:20 P.M. Twenty-third: To Miss Schein do we bequeath a platform of red headed girls to temper her wrath when the Senior Class has been so unfortunate as to incur it. Twenty-fourth: To the traffic-aides, lest they become too over- bearing and lordly in the future, do we bequeath the suggestion that they conserve their energies since virtue is its own reward-. Twenty-fifth: To all members of extra-curricular activities do we bequeath the promise of a new publication called Howto Live on Forty- Eight Hours a Day. Twenty-sixth: To the new Freshman Class do we bequeath the knowledge, gained from our experience, that despite all rumors that will surely circulate, Walton will NOT affiliate itself with Clinton. Twenty-seventh: To the new Senior Class do we bequeath our swelled heads and' the hats we had to buy to fit them. Twenty-eighth: To the Reservoir do we bequeath the endorsed sanction of the entire senior class that it stood unrivaled in retaining the undivided attention of the girls-during classes. Having finished this, the reader continued in a more ominous tone: It is our command that the foregoing requests be executed faithfully. Should you fail in carrying out these provisions, we swear that from a gloomy grave we shall rise and haunt YOU-the miscreantsl ln testimony whereof we affix our names in the presence of witnesses. THE CLASS OF lANUARY '35 CICISS DPOPLQCQ The Daily New Yorker january 2, 1955 Time 9:00 9:30 10:00 10:30 11 300 11 130 12:00 12:30 1 300 1 330 2:00 2:30 3:00 4:00 4:45 5:00 5:45 6:15 8:00 9:00 9:30 10:30 10:45 11 300 A. M. Noon P. M Station WHS Sylvia Lichtenstein, Athletic Talk Betty Burmeister, Radio Kitchen Dr. Frieda' Frank, Health Talk Faith Smith, Art Sylvia Kaplan, Wonders ot Science Mollie Brick, Ellen Herman and Lillian Flora Ginsburg, Culture Shirley Goldstein, journalism Pearl Cterstenteld, Education Maisie Baum, News of the Day Jeanette Hausner, Pointers on Charm Aviation Medal Presented to Frances Murphy Rebecca Cordon, Pauline Cold-War on Crime Florence Rosenblum Interviewing Cordelia Olzvary Ruth Creentield, Melody Program ot Poetry and Music-Marjorie Brensburg, lrma Solomon, Cecelia Adelman june Cooke, Corinne Cooper, Times Photographers Weather and Stock Market Reports lntermission until 8:00 P.M. Emly Cohn, Dancing and Songs Mimi Lowenthal and Stock Company Alice Major, Laura Kron, Debate Harriet Spector, Interview Sarah Lerner, Concert Pianist Maisie Baum, News Flashes Sign oft for the evening Chase, Fashions Qodio F-Qeviews Yesterday being the first day of a new year, we listened more atten- tively than usual to the programs of the day. Having done this, we feel privileged to state that one of the most entertaining days in our radio reviewing career was marked by the debut of the year one thousand nine hundred and fifty-five. By the very closest observance, we note not only from yesterday's delightful program, but also fro-m other recent ones, that women have come into their own in the business and politi- cal worlds and thus in the radio world. We hope that our readers were also listeners-in, for we are sure that our humble column cannot possibly afford the enjoyment and entertainment furnished by yesterday's interesting and effective pro- grams. Miss Sylvia Lichtenstein, winner of the l94O American Athletic Association Award, delivered another of her interesting series of health talks. After Miss Lichtenstein's valuable discourse, we were entertained and benefited by Miss Betty Burmeister's program of new and novel recipes. At ten, Dr, Frieda Frank rewarded us by her long and eagerly awaited speech on health problems. One half hour later, Miss Faith Smith, world-renowned artist, told us how to make our homes more attractive. Next, Miss Sylvia Kaplan was most entertaining in her account of the South American jungle. The eminent biologist discussed the new discoveries of her recent exploration trip. Mollie Brick, Ellen Herman, and Lillian Ghase, who have collaborated on so many of our interesting styles, satisfied our curiosity concerning this winter's Paris creations in a brief half hour account of their latest visit to the Paris shops. Miss Flora Ginsburg, who very soon, it is rumored, is to have a permanent position on this station, justified this rumor in her brilliant thirty-minute talk on culture. The usually dull noon hour was consid- erably brightened by Miss Ginsburg as well as by Miss Shirley Goldstein, who occupied the other half of this delightful hour, in speaking on Woman's Permanent Place in journalism. We were now highly entertained by Miss Pearl Gerstenfeld, who delivered an address on the Influence of the Radio upon' Your Ghila dren. Miss Gerstenfeld has headed this uplift movement for the past three years. We next derived our usual enjoyment from an account of the news events of the day by Miss Maisie Baum, Editor of Time Miss jeannette l-lausner, universally popular as one of the most charming women of today, was as likeable as usual in her half hour talk on the Value of Charm. A medal was presented to Miss Frances Murphy for her flight across the Pacific, after which she gave a short account of the flight. We were then greatly interested by a novel program which will appear once a week over Wl-lS at three o'clock P.M. lt presented Miss Rebecca Cordon, our well-liked district attorney, in an attack on crime. She was ably assisted by Miss Pauline Cold, a well-known court stenog- rapher, who cited examples from her own past experiences to prove Miss Cordon's statements. At four yesterday afternoon, we heard Miss Florence Rosenblum, universally known literary critic, interview our eminent author, Miss Cordelia Olzvary, concerning her newest book. Ruth Greenfield was lovely as usual in her program of melody. Our attention was next arrested by a program of poetry and music which featured Miss Marjorie Brensburg, poet, and Miss lrma Solomon, soloist. Miss Brensburg introduced Miss Cecelia Adelman as a visiting poet, who read from some of her recently published works. During the next half hour, the Misses june Cooke and Corinne Cooper, Times Photographers, gave a brief talk on modern photography. After the daily weather and stock market report, which by the way informed us that stocks are still: on their way up, the station signed off for a brief respite until 8:00 P.M. From eight to nine, we heard a program sponsored by Lillian Riedinger and Co., starring Miss Emly Cohn, dancer and songstress, and featuring each week two new guest stars. This week, the stars playing in a short sketch were Anita Drucker, singer, and Agnes Dixon, drama- tist. This program is directed by MissRuth Davis, who sings as well as she announces. For the next half hour we were entranced by the revival of Eugene O,Neill's lle,', by Miss Mimi Lowenthal and her stock company, on a program sponsored by the Shirley Davis Advertising Company. A well-planned debate occupied the next hour. Its principals were Senator Alice Major, New York's prominent member to Congress, and Secretary Laura Kron, oureminent Secretary of State. Each defended her respective side brilliantly. Miss l-larriet Spector, well-known foreign correspondent of the Daily New Yorker, gave her weekly interview. She probed into the policies of the French diplomat, M.---. Miss Mary Conigliaro was a very able interpreter. For a quarter of an hour, we were enraptured by the piano recital of Miss Sarah Lerner, brilliant concert pianist. At ll:OO o'clock, our Editor of Time, Miss Maisie Baum, again returned to the air with the very latest news flashes. With this, the station signed off for the night. And here your humble servant, the Radio Reviewer, will also sign off for the night in order to bring you more radio news for tomorrow. 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