Yeshiva University High School For Boys - Elchanite Yearbook (New York, NY)

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A group of happy youngsters arrives at Maubnrotli. Keren Hayesod settlement- from the Balkans. Bo more will they be haunted by fear of suffering and indignity us unwanted children. In Palestine they will start their lives anew as free pioneers in il land which welcomes them gladly. fPl1oto by Keren Hn3'esorI.I - Twenty - Four --

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4 fN r C TJ .J et REGISTRATION DAY A grand edifice towers before me, and I stand awe-stricken at this impressive sight. Can this structure, in which silence prevails and where clean- liness is predominant, be the school I seek? It slowly dawns on me that I have erred. I reluct- antly enter and it is then that I begin to feel the atmosphere of T. A. I glance about me and upon the instructions of a peculiarly dressed fellow, who is wearing an odd looking blue and white hat, I wait for the el- evator to take me to the sixth floor, where I will be interviewed by a Mr. Abrams. My thoughts are interrupted by a short man who asks me, in a dom- inating tone, why I am lingering about. In a quavering voice, I answer that I am waiting for the elevator. The expression on the manis face twists itself into a comely smile, and taking me by the arm he leads me to an office. Only then did I understand that I was face to face with the well- known Mr. Abrams. The interview, which was quite an ordeal, was not too long, only long enough to relieve me of 37.50 for registration. K fs vfn' aft FRESHMAN YEAR I am a citizen of T. A.l Tra-Lal Tra-La! What am I so happy about? I glance at my pro- gram card and after some perusal of this complicat- ed document, I discover that l'Civics-207, is the first barrier to overcome. Hrnl I wonder where room 207 is. Irll just walk across the hall and take a look . . . HI'Ieyl You Freshie over there. around the line -come onli, What line, think I to myself, this fellow must be mentally deficient. Iill disregard him and just walk over . . . a strong arm grips me tightly and prevents any further movement on my part. My eyes wander upward to meet the sharp glances of a tall fellow. Hlsley, didn't I tell you to walk around the line? he ejaculates. :Smart guy. eh! lVell, youire coming with melt' Wlithout further ado, he forces me over to another boy, and my nefarious crime is exposed by the former. After a rather long lec- ture in which I am instructed as to the functions of the Discipline Squad, I am finally liberated and permitted to continue in my search for room 207. My search is fruitful, and I enter a tumultous room filled with 'Freshies' like myself. I am warmly greeted by my fellow classmates, I In fact, they make it hot for mel, and I readily make their acquaint- ance. . A short man enters the room, and a nasal yofce utters three foreign words, hdop dat dawkingfi We all reluctantly comply. Raffle books. library cards. history notes. and an assignment follow in rapid succession. It is also clearly pointed out to us that should we at any time incur the wrath of our teacher, who we later learn is the remarkable Doc. Shapiro, we would be rewarded with mfnuses and Hlotkesw. However, a 'completely sold raffle - n+iQTv.fen'r-y l'Six -