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

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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 - ..

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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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What a different outlook school has now that we are seniors! Seniors suddenly spring up from obscurity i11to political popularity, or as the lower termers put it-political corruption. ive seniors become politicians. businessmen, with 1nany new solutions for diverse subjects. Studies and home- work are forgotten completely as we move into the political field. Yes. a senioris life for me. for I am a senior at last. Unfortunately we must continue our regular classes or else. I wonder what that or elsei' means! Mr. Kronish, that eminent professor of social science, has captivated our souls by his persuasive language and mighty pen. Mr. Iironish, besides trying to teach ordinary history to us, also instructs us as to the proper methods of doing things, rang- ing from crooked business practices to running Board of Director meetings. His stories are not only interesting hut very informative. For example, his favorite tale Lit must he his favorite, he told it to our class 300 timesj is the story of the meeting of the hoard of directors of which he is a member. But whatis the use of completing the story. If you will ever reach his class you will most assuredly hear it anyway. l,I'Ie laughs at it well, after all, he has a lot of practice.j I have heard it only three times, and I am already getting indigestion. How- ever, what intrigued me most during the history class is our instructoris hat. Boy! what a topper! ! According to my calculations, a hat hand of the type worn hy Mr. B. K. can only he of the last half of the 18th century. But I failed to notice a pe- - Thirty -e culiar twist in the how that would identify it as of the early 19th century specie. IVell, we all must err sometime. Hooray! We are upper seniors at last! We find ourselves in our last term fwe hopej in T. A. We get our tpogromj cards for the last time, and each of us feels a pang of remorse, as we sense that this is the last term in the accustomed surroundings. It is truly painful to leave, but we are not discourag- ed, for we still have one last term left. L'Charlie': Siegel is a victorious second terrner, and again the executive council is full of seniors. For the first time the senior class has 4- votes in the Student Council. Sam Korn is unanimously cle- clared head of the 'gSenior Clique of '44 . We become acquainted with our English Teach- er Mr. Leihel, who keeps us awake in the English period hy cracking land I mean cracking, as with eggs! corny jokes, witty jokes, heart-breaking and side-splitting tales. t'Did you ever hear of my Uncle Looyeh and my cousin Pasky. Thatis short for Paskudnyackii. A horse may walk for a drink, but a pencil must he leadf' !'IVe will now study Hamlet, no connection to Omletfi These are Mr. Leihel's favorite puns. His favorite detective is Ellery Queen who is much smarter than Thick Tracey. Shlock Holmes, and Dr. Fatso.