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

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we aim! .gn we .gory GUESS to begin this l'll start with dad, head of the family. What effect does the Korean situation have on him? Well, business gets better whenever there is a war so he doesn't lose any tears over money, but he has two young brothers of draft age who are holding good jobs and stand in the way of losing them to a job with Uncle Sam. Mother, well, she has to pay more for food, so that aggravates her. Not only that but when news is broadcast over the radio or an editorial in a newspaper says that these Asiatic wars last for years and years, thoughts of my big brother someday being directly affected by it, hit home. l myself am the oldest child in the family and have a boy whom I care for, fighting over there. My hopes, prayers, and thoughts, everytime Korea is mentioned, are for him. If this keeps up much longer I'll be getting gray early in life. As for my sister, she is too young to have a boyfriend involved in Korea and also too young to realize the immediate change it brings about in her life. All she knows is that she has air raid drills in school to protect her from bombings. l guess, though, that even in her mind the thought of war is sickening. Last but never least is my kid brother. He sees movies about war and thinks it is all very exciting. He doesn't know the hurt that war can bring Yes, one girl's family, and everyone's family, is indelibly marked by war. MARILYN NUSIO W 'k f 'k i' k AVE you ever heard the screech of a car, the scream of a child, and the siren of an ambulance? lf you have, then you have experienced a ter- ror which is hard to forget. The memory may haunt you forever. You may have seen the child under the wheels of the car-helpless. You may have seen the parents in a panic-helpless. There they are sitting and waiting, wishfully praying that the child may pull through. The minutes seem like hours in which they keep thinking of how helpless their little Ann looked or how happy Ann had been at her last birthday party and how she had played with the rest of the children. Finally, after hours of praying and weeping, they are approached by the doctor, a doctor who has the hardest task of all, a task which no man would envy him. He must tell the parents that their daughter will be crippled, or worse than that, that little Ann has died. All the hopes, prayers, and plans are gone. And why? Why? They ask, you ask! Maybe because of some minor traffic violation or because someone was in a hurry to get home. Or worse, because Tom had a real souped up heap and was racing with Ed and didn't see little Ann. At least one half of all traf- fic accidents could have been avoided if it weren't for that minor traffic violation. So remember, Wilsonites, that the difference between the violation of a minor traffic law and the killing of a person may be one sixteenth of a second. FLGRENCE REDDINGTON Twenty-seven

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me QZCJHIOBI' GRAMS, Kafon I WAS standing in the wings of the stage at New York City's great Carnegie Hall. I peeped around the sides of the wall, into a sea of thousands of faces, all waiting to hear me play my great HRHAPSODY OF EVENING. The house lights dimmed, the orchestra played an overture. I mentally went through every note of the first movement. It struck me vividly that I remembered it well. The signal was given, the long red velvet drapes gently parted and drew slowly to each side of the great platform. Stiffly I walked out upon the stage. I bowed to an unseen audience. Sit- ting down on the bench, I played with the pedals on the big Concert Grand Steinway, and waited for the orchestra's opening chord. When it did come I was unprepared. My hands paused above the slender ivories, my mind searching vainly for the correct chord. Chills ran up and down my spineg my hands grew clammy and cold. The orchestra again played the opening chord, again there was silence. Helplessly I looked around the stage, searching for the music I could not remember. My eyes blurred. Then, as I looked down at the keys, I saw that they were moving. I stood up. The floor shook and rumbled under me. Madly I dashed off the stage: but I couldn't advance: I was sinking. The floor was made of rubber. I was going downi-down-down. Eleanor! My mother was calling me from a distance. My eyes opened. I was sitting on a chair in my own home. Turn off that phonograph. lose Iturbi has been playing RHAPSODY IN BLUE for the past twenty minutes. You were sound asleep. ELEANOR BAISDEN 'k 'A' 'k t 'k MUSIC IN LITERATURE Where would Sherlock Holmes be without his violin? Where would Little Boy Blue be without his horn? Where would god Pan be without his pipes? Where would Arthur Godfrey be without his ukelele? Twenty-six

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O! 666461905 GHJ .jgllgri OUR periods a day, five days a week, forty weeks a year, the entire pop- ulation of our school descends to a place called the cafeteria. Most of these people look forward to this period because it is the only period where they can talk as much as they want and express their opinions about a lot of different things. Some of these topics are about the cafeteria itself. Most people dislike our cafeteria because of the food they serve in it. Pardon me? You asked me what l myself dislike about it? Well, here goes. When l eat, l, like most other people, prefer to sit on a chair. You say you do too? But, why then aren't there enough chairs to sit on? Then to go on, in my opinion the food served isn't exactly like what mother makes at home. Would you like to eat the same thing almost everyday? Well neither does anybody else. But that is what we have been getting since the begin- ning of the term. Even if meatloaf and ham aren't so bad, why is each meal covered with gravy? By the time you swim through all the gravy you are too tired to eat the atoms of food it has been hiding. Now you say that l don't have to eat a hot lunch. l know that there are sandwiches, but who likes to eat stale bread and lettuce all the time? l don't. ls that lettuce covering something or isn't it? That is the question. I think that now that l have expressed my opinions of the bad things, maybe you would like to hear something more to the favor of the school. l can say one thing, the milk and ice-cream are very good, especially the ice-cream. l don't think any candy store could give a greater variety of fla- vors, sizes, or types of this delicious delicacy. l also understand that we are the the only school allowed to go out at the lunch period. For that privilege, l and my friends, thank you. l hope that we shall see some different menus in the future. My choice would be roast beef, leg of lamb, roast turkey, or minute steaks. What? You say that these meals would cost more! Certainly, and we would be glad to pay the higher price too. MARY ANNE BELLAMACINA 'A' it 'k 1' 'A' 'k FOOD IN BOOKS As Francis Bacon wrote: Reading maketh a full man . . . Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested. Twenty-eight