Walton High School - Periwinkle Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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CRATC A SLATE R. SKINNER, in the stiff, tight, black suit which he wore to church on Sundays, glanced at the nine graduates who sat on the two sides of his large wooden desk. Peering over his steel-rimmed glasses, he smiled at the proud parents in the back benches and began to speak. As Mary Ellen sat stillly in her new white dress, her face the pic- ture of concentration, she looked at the little seat in the schoolroom where she had spent the last six years. She remembered when she had first scratched sums and multiplication tables on the small slate with a squeaky pencil, she remembered how she had spent long hours copy- ing manuscript in a very line hand. She wondered whether she could recall the words of the little poem she had worked so hard to learn last year: Abou Ben Adhem, may his tribe increase, Awoke one night . . With a tug at her heart, the past years came rushing by. She traveled to Arcadia, where Evangeline lived, she remembered the Village Bluff:- smitlz, Poe's Raven and Bryant's Tlzmzatojnsis. I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, And hurt my brother. Mr. Skinnerls melodious voice inter- rupted Mary's thoughts. But this too was familiar. Of course, yHamIel.' Don't you remember? The large clock at the back of the room struck twelve. Mary Ellen, thinking of the good food that awaited her at home, was led to another memory - the school picnic last spring. Mfhat fun that had been! She recalled the tree planting on Arbor Day, and . . . Mr. Skinner took his glasses from the tip of his nose and everyone began to gather himself together for this meant that the schoolmasterys speech was drawing to its end. After Mary Ellen had said good-bye to her friends, as if that too were for the last time, and turned down the road to her house, her mind strayed back to the deserted schoolhouse which already seemed small and inadequate. She thought of other schools which would be newer and larger, she could almost see other students in new and strange costumes who would enjoy their close friends and happy times, she mused on boys and girls who would experience the same wonder and delight at being exposed to learning. Before her eyes passed countless generations of scholars - all different, all alike. BERNICE SCHWEITZICR

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vlsno 1 I 'T' P A 4 ku? ,Q 7 ' w. . tag, VQg,'5:, Bonnet! and 0 'O XIYIQQ J 45' 1f.l:' .I 191 tw V to' 0 -9 '34 . yfdfl ,Qffoi -'I A Qwanw 1 X f' ,sl Characters: -Iackie - XValton senior ,ak Agatha-Ann - Graduate of I847 K 5 4 I 1 nfgf' 14j::: 115' Z 'r :fig 6 zfglglr 62 Qf4MJ, ya Qc. SCIQIXE I: ALONG -IEROME AVENUE Time: 8:23 any Monday morning, during the term ending January ISH7 Jackie is dashing in and out amid the trallic of Jerome Avenue to avoid another visit to the Detention Room. Arriving safely under the sign, No 'I'respassing, she is startled by the appearance of a hgure clad in a long, blue, hooped skirt: a white, tight coat with a handkerchief pinned outside: a muslin apron: and a bonnet tied under her chin. The stranger wears ruffled mittens, and on her feet are pompon shoes. Hewildered by this strange Hgure, Jackie comes to an abrupt stop and casts her glance from that odd outfit to her own, consisting of her sloppy Joe sweater, plaid skirt, pea jacket, and one loafer fthe other having been lost in her mad dash aeross the streetj. Agatha-Ann: IVhere are you going in such a hurry? -Iaekie: flanking at her Ztlllffflfl XfVhy. can't you see? It's 8:2 - Oh, jeepersl here I go again. This time it's definitely the Dean's office. Agatha: fwitlz rt puzzled 6XI7l'I'.Y.SIi07I on her fa1'ellVhat's that? jackie: Don't you know? 'I'hat's where you go when you ean't think of any more good excuses for being late. .Xgatha-Ann: YVe didn't have that in our school. Wlhen we eouldn't manage to get through the blizzards in time for school, we had to wear signs like 'Tardy Tillie' or 'Ten O'eloek Seholarf or else we were forced to sit with the boys. Jackie: fsmilingl That was some punishment. They should punish me like that. I wouIdn't mind. By the way, who are you and what are you doing with an April I ool's costume in january? Agatha-Ann: My name is Agatha-'Ann and I graduated from Miss Prata- pace's School in I8-17. You see, my Creek award entitled me lo visit a school a hundred years from I8'l7. Jackie: f.S'IIf7lbI't'.S'Sf7Ig her a.s'irn1i.sl1n1enij As long as you've chosen Walton, let me show you around. After I get my late slip, you can join me in my P. 'I'. class. SCENE II: LOCKER ROOM ,Xgatha-Ann: fgazing .slrmfly IIWFIIIIKIQ Is that all you're going to wear? You'll catch your death of cold. IVhy is that girl shouting for an aide and banging on her locker? jackie: ff11d11Igi11g in llm great lnsk of lbulting on her gym suitj Oh, you'd understand quickly enough if you had to open these combination locks three times a week. They're temperamental and often get a Fit and simply refuse to budge. WH-'tl better hurry: I'll tie my sneakers when I get upstairs. GYM E1 - NA'l'URALLY Agatha-Ann: XVhat's this, an Indian raid- those girls with all the red bands around their heads?