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

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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

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yrano rover! Maui? .95 Onfg SLM. leap :wid .96 .14 olllefg .gferg H BELIEVE in originality, therefore I shall start my story thusly: Once upon a time there was a young miss with a large problem, her ears. Since it was not directly a love problem, she could not turn to Mr. Anthony, so what could she do? She could think of nothing, and since her self-consciousness made her shy, she took to reading literature. In her books she could imagine herself a fairy princess, beautiful and graceful as Cinderella, with ears like tiny shells, a villainessg a heroine: a great poetess, and even a wild horse running freely over mountains and valleys. ,When she read she forgot how her ears stuck out through her thin hair, that her teeth protruded slightly, and that her neck looked similar to a giraffe's. Then one fateful day, she picked up a book called Cyrano De Bergerac and realized that beauty is only skin-deep. This man With his Wit, courage, and bravado, made her cry, laugh, or grieve with him, just through his Words and deeds, even though he had a large problem also, his NOSE. Now, she no longer sits in the side-lines: she has made friends. When people ask her how she happens to look the way she does, she simply says: Many years ago when l Was very young, my mother dropped me on my head. My head shattered into a hundred pieces. Since there was nothing else in the house, they stuck my head together with airplane glue. When I was four I thought to myself, if my head is put together with airplane glue then I can fly. So I merely Wiggled my ears fthey're rather large you seel, and started to fly. So if you should think you hear people call me dumb, you're really Wrong. They named me Dumbo, the flying girl, for short. And with these sharp retorts, she anticipates other's trite comments on her big ears, and they must laugh with her rather than at her. So I will end my story of this clever miss, in all originality, by telling you that unlike her model, Cyrano, she did not die with a secret love unfulfilled and still secret, but captured a man of her choice With her nimble good- natured jokes about herself, a man who felt he'd prefer a wife with big ears to one with a big mouth-and they lived happily ever after. PATRICIA LIKELY Eighteen