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

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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 -

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book would counter-balance a lotke. Such were the terms laid before us. We did not know what the future would bring. During the term. silence was continously sought for, but tumult reigned. Everyone in the class had at least two minuses before the first third was over. Some had them even after selling lfl complete raffle books. Xve filled our ci'y-'ics notes with cook books and many newspaper articles which didnit even pertain to our work in civics. If worse came to worse. we would have explained that the clipping did pertain in one way or another, However worse never came to worse. because Doc-ii never carefully looked over our scrap books. The bell rings. ending our first period in T. A. I find myself once more in the crowded corridor, this time looking for room 212. 1ny English class. A tall lanky man. with a lean face and a wax- ed mustache reigns within the walls of 212. Seat- ing myself quickly, I prepare for a lecture. No sooner is the class seated, when we are given an assignment. We are expected to write a composition with an i'dea for a class project for the next day of school. kVe immediately become acquainted with Uncle Ikel' Orleans, becoming familiar with his temper and powerful voice. I-Iowever. we soon lea1'n to admire his sincerity and friendship. He was ever ready to help any student. and he could usually be found after the sixth period in his room surrounded by many students. We knew lkci' as an actor, and the English period was made interest- ing by his humorous tales and monologues. SOPHOMORE YEAR In sooth. I know not why I am so sad. It wearies me: you say it we-aries you: But how I caught it. found it. or came by it. What stuff 'tis made of. l am lo learn. Boys. I would like you In make a class project which is to be handed in next week. The request was made by our professor of English Uncle Ikeii Orleans while quoting from Shakespeare. He moved forward. and he soon hngered his invaluable assignment book II often wonder if he could be without itt. and the project was officially decreed. A few of my mates lClass of coursel yawned and again fell into restful slum- ber from which they had been brought forth by the blood curdling voice announcing the assignment. I looked about the room, and noticed the torpid ex- pression on the remainder of the class. How quiet everything was. There I was sitting in an English class filled with a score of boys fast asleep. It really was quiet and . . . R-R-Ring! I woke up. and slowly walked through the cor1'idor to my next class. Wvith the firm determination not to do the assigned project, we walked slowly into our classe de francais. Monsieur Blume presided there with the aid of a waxed mus- tache. He was quite handsome but our admiration of his looks was curtailed by our fear of his private reign of terrorfi He had a way' of terrorizing us into knowing our French. losing no time in getting us started. Hlsefkowitz. translate the next sentence. The unfortunate candidate was left to his own fate. for the whole class immediately studied the new paragraph to prepare it for a potential recital. Yehudi'i began in a quavering tone and very' slowly crippled the sentence. He spoke slowly for he hoped that the Messiah would come before he finish- ed. The professor teasingly told Lefkowitz to take the next sentence. Again. out came a cripple. Give me an axe. screamed the ifess. :X hush fell over the class and ev eryhody sincerely' pray ed for Yehudfs fore our enraged instructor could act. 'Yehudin was reinforced with all the answers and was saved. Donit get me wrong, however. our teacher is really one sw-ell fellow. - Twenty -'Seven -