Walton High School - Periwinkle Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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Babb Sock! Alaekiez flllllglllllgl 'I'hey're supposed to b throw the basketball to the opposing team, but they never help. Agatha-Aim: every Hlllfll .SIl!'fIl'IS1?lIb Do girls play sueh strenuous games? Many a time some ol my lriends wished they might be allowed to participate in some ealisthenies, but girls were restricted bee' u I Q . . a se o their delicate and lrail constitutions. -Iaekie: 'I'his is nothing. You should see some ol' our exercises. IVC lie on th f II ' ' ' 4 ooi. and listing only our shoulders and Iilt our body to lorm an areh. 'l'his is supposed to be good lor us. Ily it .t lew Illlles yoursell when you get the ehanee and see what heels lor supports, we I mean. lznglish and history come luneh, t ' next and then lor some lun in SCICNIC III: IN 'I'llIi C1.VXI 1i'I'IiRIA . . , . . . . 1 . . , n Agtlllltl-Alllll X'Vhat a big' place this is 'und there's so much noise! ls that allowed here? In our sehool we ate in our regular elassrooms and alterwards did our needle work in perlecit silence. Iaekie: fslmrkwrlj You eall that a luneh period? In this plaee we hear about the latest boy lriends and gossip. -lust listen lor a minute. fVoiees lrom the girls at the neighboring tablesj - 'Is he a dolll' -'wait till I tell you what he said' - 'bought us a eoke with two straws' - 'some blind date' - 'you know what I meang he allways wears a sharp bow tie.' llaekie: frrhsinflirzgj ll' you ask a senior what her lavorite subject is she'd answer, l,uneh ol' eourse.' Oh, now what did I do with my eeo ct f n up m Lost and Ifound. How will I ever pass my history Regents? -'am book? Maybe it will tur ' SCICNIC IV: LOST AND FOUNIJ Alaekiei lffrlrlrmsirlg Ihr' rzirlj Miss, did anyone bring in my eeo eram book? Uh, never mind! I'll look lor it mysell. ,Xgatlta?.Xnn: flfpon .Sl'1'IIlg ilu' Ill'l1.f'Il'.S lll!'IY'Q XVhat are all those queer objects-green bloomers, tubes ol' red stull, pink llour in a elosed mirror box? ll' this were our Lost and Found, you'd see quills, slates, jewsharps, marbles, tops and penknives. Alaekiez f1l11iIr'rn1111.s'r'1lj lt sounds more like a curiosity shop. X'Vell, Agatha- ,Xnn, you take a rest here while I go to my class and I'll see you at dismissal. e there so that we don't Ill? Il Eff F ft? I My I I2 E Dx tal , 2 'qs' 2 Q v I '90, h 1 . ko, cqd 4 X- s FLMKNGE

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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?

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SCENE V: AT DISMISSAL IN THE HALL jackie: fmuch disgustedl I just came from 1ny stenography class and was it hard! Agatha-Ann: Now you've got me mixed up. vvllklf on earth is stenog- what is it you said? jackie: Stenography or shorthand. lt's just a quick and shorter way of writing. Of course sometimes it's just a way of writing that you can't read back. Agatha-Ann: Things have certainly changed,in one hundred years. I'm sure you can't appreciate this wonderful school as much as I do because you are so used to it. Wlhen I think of my school as compared to this one, I'm at a loss for words. Here you have a large building surrounded by trees, grass, and shrubbery. Each class has a separate room except, of course, the seniors in the auditorium. How grand it is for each pupil to have a desk and slate to herself! Jackie: finterruibtingj I guess you haven't seen the rooms where there are twenty more girls than seats, but on the whole, that's true. Agatha-Ann: fslowlyj I inspected one room while you were in class and I noticed some sayings on the desks-'In memory of those who died waiting for the bell to ring,' 'In case of Ere, jump in,' and 'To pass an examination without studying, go to the infirmaryf jackie: fquicklyj And of course there are those who insist on carving their names and those of their boy friends all over the desk. Agatha-Ann: I still have a vivid picture of my school in mind-a red schoolhouse, about thirty feet square, six small windows, usually broken because of the rough games the boys played. Jackie: I've seen pictures just like your school in magazines and books. Wlmat was the inside like? Agatha-Ann: Inside were rows of benches made of oak, scholars sat ac- cording to their grade. Shelves were our only places to keep the school's equipment. In winter we sought refuge from the cold by sitting as close to the stove as possible. The walls were bare and looked so gloomy! fsighingl How very fortunate you are, Jackie. Jackie: fafter a momenfs thoughtj I suppose that's how I really have felt all along, but I just couldn't Hnd the right words to express it. I know I shall have a great many pleasant memories to take away with my graduation. Good-bye, Agatha-Ann, it's been a pleasure showing you around. - Agatha-Ann: Good-bye, jackie, I'll always remember this wonderful episode. Good luck! EMILIIZ BRUSKO, RUTH SHAIKIN