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

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Emerging once again into the freedom of the corridor, I gayly step into my Math class. Many boys are gathered about a thin chap sitting on a desk. I recognize him as HCharlie'. a very good natured fellow. and greet him with a slap on the back. uCharlie how are you today? I ejaculat- ed. Everyone around me gasped and burst into mocking laughter. I was astounded to learn that 'LCharliei' was really our mathematics teacher. Charles Friedman. However. a good natured smile by Hr. Friedman changed my fright to an earnest determination to gain his friendship. alloc as usual was still annoying us with his raffle books and he has a new instrument of de- struction and torture, his fabulous cash registerf' Heifetzis marvelously tiny pencil has been cursed by Doc. Doc was even willing to 'chip-in to buy him a new one with which to take history tests. We are still getting credit for ten correct answers while we only answer T questions on his tests. Life with 'Doc , boy what a book that would make! I We still don't know what has happened to our math. test papers. They are most likely floating down the Harlem River. A new French teacher has harnessed us and taken hold of the reigns. He is short. heavily built. and clad in dark rimmed glasses. Hfs raucous voice and upturned thumb are ominous indications that a forced exit of a student is inevitable. t'You. L-pf Outl' By these words shall Mr. Abromowitz be known and remembered. Look outl Itis coming! Boy. is time flying! The regents have caught up with us at last. IUNIOR YEAR :'Day is done- Gone the sunf, Ah-wishful thinking! Sitting here in the class with an air of nonchalance, in a room per- vaded by an atmosphere of boredom and hydrogen- sulfate, I can only think of home, home, sweet home and without homework. Suddenly a shriek pierces the stillness. tilt worked, it worked! Twenty pairs of eyes pop out of their sockets to witness a miracle in the chemistry class. It was a sight that has never as yet been repeated. The veil of slumber has been cast off and the room buzzes with words that express amazement. wonder, and surprise. The novelty of the 'lsuccessful expe1'iment'7 is so great that none of my classmates are able to go back to sleep in class that day. At long last. Mr. Frankelis prayers are answered. He works so hard, but his experiments never seem to work out as they should. If a white precipitate should be formed. a black one precipi- tates to the bottom of the tube, If hydrogen is being prepared, the tube invariably explodes and disappears. - Twenty - Eight -

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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 -

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A new English instructor enters our humble domain. Above all, he is well-versed in the social and political situation of the Soviet Union. It you see a group of boys around a desk, donit worry Mr. Abrams, it's not a dradel garneg it's only a politi- cal discussion about Russia, and you will surely find Mr. Tauber in the midst of the crowd. He answers all our questions with that beaming smile on his face. All of us develop a fond admiration for him and are fascinated by his dynamic person- ality, Live are all surprised. but boundlessly proud of SOUR Mr. Tauber when he enlists in the Red Cross Field Servicej. Dr. Charlie Friedman leaves T. A. to serve his country. He starts as a buck private. but if it were up to us he should be made a hrst sergeant. He would be the only well-liked uTop Kick in the service. That's the type of fellow he is. In the Middle of our interesting history class. Docf' received a telegram making him heir to 55,000 He is beaming beyond imagination. Bu-ut. the telegram was a fake. Was it sent by the EICIIKIIIFIC, or Yehudi Lefkowitz? The 1l1l'SfO1'il.ll1C lcd to our resurrection. Rattle books. library card money. and note money have been cancelled. Henceforth. ive will receive the aforementioned FREE of charge plus one dollar tax. conie regist- ration day. One day Doc-'T hnds his closet upside down. llc opens the door. and out spring his notes. ex- raille hooks. pocket hibleN. rash register. and old Dorf workbooks. Mr. Fried. a French teacher who taught in T. A. thirteen years ago, has returned to instruct us in morals. manners. and oh yes. French. Mr. Fried is warmly greeted by all. Wie begin to study lnot learnt. Our class orator lmatadort. Sid Adler. has tasted Mr. Fried's fury. Mr. Fried promised that he would pray for Adler's absence if Sid would continue his tomfoolery. Adler, unselfish person that he is, saved Mr. Fried the trouble of praying by cutting the next day. Let this obligfng deed ex- emplify our consideration for our instructors. This first winter 'LCLASS NIGHT in the his- tory of T. A. is successfully carried out this term under the guidance of the Senior class twait till zre get therel. SENIOR YEAR were seniors at lastl weve reached the peak of our high school careers. Ahl How a senior is to be envied. Everything is blowing our way. Wie are politically above all the classes. School president is the well liked Charlie Siegel. and inost of the Ex- ecutive Council is of the senior calibre. Yes sir. we sure are in the lead and our voice. hereto un- heard. is ringing shrilly throughout the st-hool. - Twentyx- Nine - ..