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

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,.i. no . - ns. cv and de:ide on inovies. The l-ane and kifilll are an influential factor in determining' our choice. 1 lnly alter it is Ulm late In hack out, Mr. Orleans tells us that we will have to write reports and criticisms after we see the shows. The hell startles us out of our seats and wits. .Xs we leave the classroom, we can't help hut notice the peculiar group of upper ter1ners standing in line along the hall, looking like a hunch of fugitives from a chain gang. It takes all kinds of people to make up a school, we figure, and start to cross the hall. Hgh l XYe are startled by the sudden activity of the line. Strong arins reach us. seize us, slain us against the wall, ignoring our inost violent protests. Xxvif patiently wait until a tall senior with a whistle stuck, like a cigarette. between his lips, coines over and indoctrinates us on the function of the Discipline Squad and all its regulations. XYith the wind taken out of our sails, we start searching fur Room 207 where Civics and llr. Shapiro await us. Hin, now where the heck is 207? .X benevolent looking upper teriner sinilingly directs us to the end of the third floor. .X hurried thanks and we race up the stairs and down the hall. 301, 301310. 3l2 . . . we wander all over the Hour. No 207! Off we dash. hack to the second floor and, looking carefully once inore. we finally succeed in Finding our Civics rooin. They can't fool US! .Xs we enter the rooin. we see most of the class already settled. AX gentle inurinur pervades the rooiii, as our classmates inquire into our past actions. Sud- denly a high-pitched nasal voice rings out in what, we figure, must he a direct quotation from Zoraster, Depp Dat Dawkingf' XYe are quickly t inside of a quarter of an hourj silenced by the realization that the short inan with the glasses and the gray, curling hair is our teache1'. NYe are introduced to rattles for the Shapiro Kle- tnorial l.ilnrary and learn the potency nf the two words. hut Doc. ln no tiine, we know all ahout the cash register, Illlllllblt and lotkes. ln exchange for lifteen hard-earned pennies we are given lihrary cards. civics notes and an assignment. Hur pockets considerably lighter and our hriefcase considerably heavier, we are sent on our way. XYhat's this? .Xre there two foreign lan- guages on the program? First we sit through a period of Spanish, only In he told we still have to go to Algebra. XYhere do they speak that lan- guage? Soon enough we learn the answer. as genial Mr. l.ichtenherg, the f1'CSlll1lZU1i5 friend. starts elucidating. XYith two dozen x's and yis clnttering up the lvlacklmoard in a inillion differ- ent coinhinations and powers, we are asked to help the poor salesinen. who, lmyiug bought 10 pounds of raisins at S.-l0 per pound and 15 pounds of almonds at 3.70 per pound. is in doubt as to what to charge per pound of a inix- ture of raisins and almonds. Hon' inuch before the almonds are shelled and how inuch after? Our ignorance of the inost fundamental aspects of inatheinatics is really monstrous. We decide to watch closely as Mr. Lichtenherg explains. hut, nevertheless. when a tire engine rushes clanging hy the huilding, all eyes turn with re- lief to the windows, This gives Mr. l.ichtenlj1erg a chance to apply inatheinatics to fire engines. lf live tires are raging and only three trucks trucks are availalnle hearing 17 inen . . . etc. etc. NYearily, we lose our interest in the roaring engines. .Xll except Carl Rosenberg, that is. who l'tt5l1C5 Utll ttf the room to follow the engines to the tire. Having survived the ordeal tif the first day in 'l'..X.. we find ourselves hoineward hound

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1 I X?-i ai. 5 II-.I ,jo 1 i it Eins- :.-gr ri . 2. lm fir e V - -., yrs Illlll! WL :Isis Ti as Q ' 'ff , Q2 5 1' EEZ 3 L - T Q E s. r 'S I rg if 7 gs ! 'ws' 2 b Ks Q , I rf 1 if 5 gy 23212 ag Ti ls 1 .-14 Bi? 55? . L 511314 'sififi li ZJzacLwar 1 XYith green program cards clutched tightly in our stubby hands. a new bunch of naive and timid little freshmen from all over the city starts out for its first day in Talmudical Acad- emy. The sun beams with pleasure on the grace- ful towers and minarets of our new schoolg the Flags flutter merilly in the breezeg the windows and doors emit studious voices raised in disser- tations on the Talmud. IYe are stunned by the huge magnificence of the building. The tall and imposing doors, the wide. deep-set windows, the many colored stones, the green towers of aged copper and the impressive Byzantinearchi- tecture prove too much for us. We gasp and decide to go across the street to drown our sor- rows and apprehensions in drink. NYe sec a wide windowed candy Store with a sign reading College I-uncheonette. Bly are we dumbf XYe don't even know that this is the world- famous Harry's. Over deep glasses of maltcds we nod encouragement to each other. I.'Chay- im . . . I.'Yankel. too. . . . Looking at the clock, we notice it's time to go to class. The first class in T..-X.! Imagine our excitement. IYe scramble out in such a hurry, we almost forgot to pay our check. In fact, we dont pay it . . . Oh, well. we'll pay double next time . . . Back in TA.. we bashfully ask a fellow with a funny blue and white hat how to get to the second floor. He rcgretfully informs us that the elevator isn't working and we'll have to take the escalator instead. He shows us to the esca- lator. and we try for twenty minutes to make QKCLFLCQ 'vvwxlnn-hu the stairs move. Must be a mechanical defect that keeps them from working. Somebody better tell X.B..X. to fix it . . . N.B..fX., we think . . . Sounds good and homey. Not as stiff as Nor- man B. Abrams, registrar. Gleefully we con- clude that we are beginning to feel at home in our new school. Nice feeling . . . Sooner or later we all arrive at our Iinglish class . . . some of us sooner but most of us later. XYe look up and find a moustache floating sir: feet in the air, topped by a greased yarmi1ka which evidently prefers the hard floor to its owner's cranium. The moustache becomes agi- tated and shakes with emotion as the lanky in- structor stoops low and with warning finger says. My name is Isaac Orleans, not New Orleans. The tiny white Delaney cards he tells us to till out strike us as very funny. XVe are told that we may now consider ourselves char- ter members of the S.P.C.S.-the Society for I'revention of Cruelty to Sentences.Too busy to listen. Leo Fisher concentrates his attention on little Ikey. the pet mouse. as it scampers around the room, Mr. Orleans brings him to order by aiming a piece of chalk straight at his startled ear . . . XYe elect class officers. Komsky, Lif- shitz. Diller and Greenwald are victors for I'resident. Yice President, Secretary and treas- urer, respectively. Someone tells Mr. Orleans that the XY.P..'X. is going out of existence. He straightaway makes the federal works over into class room projects. XYe are given a wide choice as to what we want to study as our term project.

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with great hopes for the future. As the days go by, however, we find oui' interest slowly waning. Vllell, that's life for you. During the remainder of the term we come i11to frequent, most frequent, contact with our Registrar, Norman B. Abrams. llle often have conferences with him after absenting ourselves. legally or otherwise. The office always attracts us with magnetic pull. 'XVe are just about to conclude that life can be beautiful and go out on our first cut, when reports of wrathful repri- mands send us scampering back to class. Ab- sences, we find out, are carefully tabulated and checked. Some of us, smiling sweetly, manage to obtain the Open Sesame' to all classes, a real live admit signed on the dotted line. Others are suspended indefinitely for three and a half days. XVe learn fast, and soon are independent of the office in the matter of admits. The office, not a little surprised, begins to see less of us, not that we are much missed. Our English project is a success, but not so our chess and basketball teams. Oh well, we'll do better next term. XVe look around for the geniuses of the three year course and learn that they have separate classes. XVe lose touch with them until second term. Time flies on with incredible speed and before we know it, tests loom close on the rorizon. Don't bother us now, fellows. Hand us our cribs. XVe've got to study! SECOND TERM life have joined forces with the three year coursers and, once more in Mr. Orleans' Eng- lish class, elect Frankel and Yoshor for Presi- dent and Yice l'resident. XYe explore the mys- teries of a short story and become so engrossed, that instead of taking up Ivanhoe , we all use the Pocketbook of Short Stories. The English class becomes one seething cauldron of criti- cism, as we tear stories apart, analyzing them in respect to plot, character and setting. In fact, quite a lot of characters in our class plotted during this process. Mr. Orleans is the perfect narrator for the stories we take up. He also acts out all the roles in the story and it is quite interesting to see him accuse himself of various mischievous deeds as the villain, while also, in the role of the hero, making love to the heroine. Yes, no one can deny it. Mr. Orleans is a per- fect two-face. For the first time, we meet that eminent historian, Mr. Benj. Kronish, who is to teach us Ancient History. His course is unique inas- much as we do learn something about our Greek and Roman forebears. It can not be denied, however, that most of his course consists of quite modern history, in our case, in the form of a two man discussion on Conimunism be- tween himself and Israel Margolis, an upper termer. VVe are assigned reports and start scouting around for cheap second-hand ones, survivors from terms past. Searching for an- swers to Mr. Kronish's manifold questions, we find some disagreements between the book and the teacher, whereupon we are told to throw the book out the window. WVe do so and are hauled into court the next day by an unsuspect- ing pedestrian on charges of assault and cou- cealing deadly weapons. A change of atmosphere makes us hope for meshane inokom meshane mazol' as We switch from Lichty to Mr. Matz, but somehow it doesnt work out that way at all. 'VVS try to fig- ure out why he writes on a tiny obscure corner of the blackboard. Eulda and Berger, our two outstanding mathematicians, advance various theories, but none of them seem to be the right if