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

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With the excellent literary efforts of the stuflentsg RJ X.: L.,

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MR. LICHTENBERC Matlrenruties - Faculty .Xclviscr of Student Atfairs B.S.1191Z1. MA. 119161 We must finish the term's work in the first ucel: to insure adequate time for review. MR. B. SXRACHFK Physical Education B.S. 119331 Attention! Right face! Left face! About face! MR. MAURICE SCIIAIN General Science Biology Club B.S. 119261. M.5. 119281 They all reproduce in the same way. Birds. bees. mice, ruhbitx . . . MR. IOHX SC1IXY.XR'l'Z Art BS. 1191911 l'nz here to teach you art. Let me do rnr job, H DR. BENJAMIN SHAPIRO History. Economics. Civics Checker Club. Library BA. 119191, MA. 119201 ID. 1 1932 1 WVU' don't you .speak English correctly. llister? x MR. SAMUEL SKLAR Hebrew B.R.14f. 119431. BA. 119-191 W'hat are you boys doing- playing fiotw? MR. H, 'XY1CT'l'S'l'1:1IN Plrysieal lidueution BS. llQ3T'l. MA. 119-111 All you seniorx-clear out of the grin. MR. DAVID XYBINBACII Study Hull Supervibor Clee Club BA. 119531 I will not take your name off the attendance list.

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War by NATHAN SILBERMAN The sky is cold and grey. The land is barren, desolate, and smells of death. Bare trees stand as skeletons, stretching their thin. dead branches toward the sky. The land bears the sign of war and destruction, an abandoned cannon here, a dead soldier there. A graveyard. where once stretching iields of cotton waved in the wind. A lonely shamblcd structure remains as the only monument of a glorious whitc mansion, where gaiety and laughter once rang. A lone vulture silhouetted against the sky circles the remains of a dead soldier, but the air is Hlled with something expectant. Down the narrow road stands a shanty. A tired old colored man and a tired old colored woman are the only living beings in the vicinity. Theres going to be a storm, Sarah. YVilliam likes storms. lt's C-cl sent. Sarah. Cut son will be home soon, Ieremiah. He'll be home to stay. Yes, Sarah. home to stay. Remember the time when he was a boy and you were down with fever, Ieremiah? Our XVilly did your share of the pickin' and his own. Cnly our VVilliam was strong enough to do a thing like that. He is a good son to us, Ieremiah. A good son. 'AHe's a good soldier too. Sarah. He got a medal from General Grant himself. I got everything ready for him. I made his bed and cleaned all his belongings. How long before our VVilliam comes home? f'Not long, Sarah . . . not longf' The old woman rocks slowly in her rocking chair. Each time she does, the chair squeaks softly. She stares at the dim tire burning in the iireplace. The old man stares out the window at the darkening sky and the devastated land. He puffs on an unlighted pipe. The chair continues to squeak. lt's getting cooler. Sarah. Do you want me to get another log for the fire? No. it's all right Ieremiah, I'll just cover up with my shawl. f'XVhat's that? Easy, woman. That was just lightning. C-d's warning that the rain's going to come and wash all the bad away. lt's getting darker, Jeremiah. XVilliam will be coming home soon. Do you think XVilliani will look the same as when he left? Sure, Sarah, nothing can change our boy. Remember how all the white folks used to like him? Yes, it's a long time he's gone . . . a long time. There is silence once more in the little shanty. The woman begins to hum a soft lullaby as she rocks. The old man puffs at his pipe and stares at the horizon. Time seems to have ceased moving .... Listen, Sarah. the old man says softly. it 4. 4- 16