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

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jdrougk me longing gfaari of .14 gay li .gmaginafion I BOYfS imagination is one of the wonders of the world. He can imagine the impossible and enjoy doing it. He can take you to places that don't exist. He can explore the future and review the past. A boy's imagination can make him king and beggarg he can be the greatest or he can be the small- est of the small. The more imagination he has, the more he can do and be. Now the boy is an outlaw of the wild past, robbing a train, and then, just as quickly, he has turned into the fearless and heroic sheriff who captures the robber. Ah! Here he is, a great flyer who has fame and fortune! The great flyer has a horrible accidentg and so he becomes the noted doctor who is try- ing desperately to save his life, while the world waits to hear the outcome. The boy can picture himself receiving tokens of thanks for rescuing the flyer from the hungry jaws of death, from prominent people all over the world. Such a boy is a mountain climber one minute, and in the next he becomes a poor, honest laborer who makes the tools that help the gallant athlete up the mountain. H A brave soldier in one vision, and a coward in its sequel! A cowboy, Indian, sailor, soldier, scientist, banker, farmer-anything he wants to be, a boy can be, even if only for a few seconds of his life. A boy's imagination goes on and on. Who can tell what he will be, or where he will be, or who he will be? He will always rely on his imagination to make him something that he never was or ever will be. God bless him. ROSAVENE PIKE 'k i' i' 'k 'A' al' Hoya A001 KOOL!! Tom Sawyer, clever rascal from Mark Twain's novels, who could outwit his aunt, his teachers, and sometimes, his friends. Huck Finn, another Twain boy, full of wild ideas for staying away from school and adventuring into daring exploits. Penrod, Tarkington's young hero, who was forever trying to embarrass his older sister, and discourage her would-be suitors. David Copperfield, Dickens' poor lad, who had a tough time in London in the nineteenth century. lim Hawkins, in Stevenson's Treasure Island , who got mixed up with some dangerous pirates, but emerged with a treasure. A Fifteen

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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

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Then: Now: Then: Now: Then: Now: Then: Now: Sixteen CLlll'l1CfeI'5 I'0l'Yl , Wd 6l2f0l'afMI'e Iohnathan, l'd like you to meet Mr. Alfred Kinsey. Alfred, this is my brother, Iohnathanf' How do you do, Iohnathan? l've been quite anxious to meet you. My feelings are quite similar, Mr. Kinsey. Oh, Biggsy, meet up with my next of kin, Twiddles. My brother, but def! Skin me, pal, skin me. Howdy, Bub! Sis's swing fling now l hear, Eh what? Sure thing, but l think she fell for my Chevvy. lt's got duals and leopard skin. k i' i' Pappa, Bernard Higgins, from next door, has asked me to accompany him to the dance in town next Saturday night. Tell the young man to come to dinner some night beforehand, so we can meet him. Then Mother and I will consider it! Hey, Pa! Tall, dark, and hubba-hubba is dragging me to the Fling Ding at Ally's house. Don't wait up. Tell Ma l'll be home about 12. Bye now: 'k 'k 'k Mother, Elizabeth and I are desirous of taking a walk in the park. May I go? Unescorted? What are the girls of today coming to? Wait until this afternoon and Father and l will accompany you. Tippy, Tubby, Lainey, and me are goin' strollin' this afternoon. We're gonna meet the fellas at Pierre's Parlor. Be home soon after we finish some Sloppy Sundaes. Hokay? Knew you'd say yes. 'k 'k 'k Mother, l'm hungr. . May I have something to eat? No, my dear. I cldtnot care to give you bad habits during your childhood. You eat three meals daily, and that's enough tor any liv- ing person. What's for supper, Mom? l already had a can o' soup, double banana split, three hot dogs, and a bag o' popcorn, but l'm starved. ELEANOR BAISDEN