Wilson Vocational High School - Columns Yearbook (Jamaica, NY)

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.740 gddge of Cmlfage HE bell rang and a second later a flood of school kids stormed out through the doors and into the streets. He was among them, only he didn't run. There was no hurry. He looked around him, peered at the sky, then at the ex- pensive wristwatch he had gotten for his birthday. Without hesitation he headed toward the park. Things hadn't gone too Well that day. He had known the answer to the question, but the caustic manner of Mr. Harding always rattled him. That was his big problem. These last few weeks everything made him nervous and edgy. Spring, he thought. As he walked he could still hear the remark that had been directed at him in section that morning. Isn't it funny that those who can play, hardly ever do so for their school? What's the matter?? Chicken, boy? He had no interest in basketball. lt was something he did to waste time, and he wasn't afraidg he just wasn't interested. He sat down on a park bench and read the copy of Main Street he had with him. The letters swam before his eyes. They stood out as individuals, refusing, no matter how hard he tried, to form sentences. He put the book down. He had three hours to Waste. Where would he eat? Where did he eat every night? Every day the same four dollars on the dresser and the same note, Darling, I have a bridge game tonight, so l won't be home. If it wasn't the Bridge it was the Ladies Auxiliary or the Red Cross Committee. He wondered if his father had developed those ulcers eating at 'Wall Street restaurants. He got up, walked out of the park and took the bus down to 42nd Street. Since he had seen almost all of the pictures he stood undecided for a moment. Behind him was a booth pasted with smiling soldiers and zooming jets. Suddenly he knew what to do. He strode toward the booth. What the heck? He was eighteen, wasn't he? They wouldn't care either way anyhow. By now he was in front of the booth. He stood and waited. The soldier inside put down the comic book. Yeah? He took a breath. Oh, I wonder if you could tell me the time? Sure, Sonny, it's a quarter to four. ,. IOAN SHAVER Twelve

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gf ju Mute! N a small island in the infinite misty sea of eternity stand three figures engulfed in fog. They are gazing out at Earth and after a long period of silence, one of them speaks: It's hard to comprehend that those people are again engaged in a ter- rible conflict. It hasn't broken out with all the force of war as yet, and perhaps some thinking individuals will take heed of our mistakes and enlighten their fellowmen in time to stop it. For here we are, three would-be-world con- querers, and look what it has got us-nothing, absolutely nothing! I wonder if that young generation of today, straining and eager to fight, has any ad- miration in its heart while studying about me, the great Caesar and all the great victories I gained? And, you Hitler,-do you think that people would really thank you for what you did? Or you, Napolean, what does the twentieth century think of your achievements? Remember, Caesar, that it was the people who made me leader of Europe. I entered politics with a small group of followers and my popularity spread through Europe and even across the oceans, boasted Hitler. I must admit you started on the right foot but it didn't take you long to become a dictator. People were soon dissatisfied with your scheme, though. By the time I had started my crusade, world freedom and democracy were planted in the minds of the people. For this they fought and won. I made a mistake, and I paid for it. Well in my day people respected me for my contribution to civilization. Come, come, Caesar, what have you done that you should be so re- spected by the people? queried the hitherto silent third one, Napoleon, and the annoyed Hitler. I realize now, Napoleon, that I was wrongg but I always advocated the Cause of the people. I distributed land among the poor. When I conquered, I constructed-roads, government, works of art, and buildings. If it hadn't been for my so-called friends, the Roman Empire might have prevented further world aggression. Well, my ideas were similar to those you both had, Napolean delib- erated, and it seems to me that we all made the same mistakes. lt's a pity that we couldn't have seen these truths while we were on Earth. There are three of us now, and I have the feeling that soon it will be four, for as we look out we see another would-be world ruler with his greedy hands outstretched trying to gather the world into his lap where he will have full power over it. Although his mind is made up to continue with this fiendish idea, he is up against great odds. The countries that he has not yet conquered have become unified and have only one goal and that is to make this man the last of us and live in peace without fear of anyoneg we have only to wait for this crisis to come to a climax and see the inevitable rule of the people established and another empire builder destroyed by his own vicious plans. CAROL ECHELMIER and IOE DINSMORE Fourteen