Walton High School - Periwinkle Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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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

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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-