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

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Mr. Abrams: fshockedl Mr. Leibel, control yourself or you will have to go home and listen to the raindrops with your parents. fFoaming slightly at the mouth Mr. Leibel giggles softly and continues mumbling pitter patter, finally subsiding and burying head in hands.J Rabbi Siev: tplaces a small paw comfortingly around Mr. Leibel's shoulderj I know what they can do. I too have noticed their negative attitudes and arrogant supercilious smiles. But they will not go unpunished. Arrogant smiles will fail along with negative attitudes and cynical smiles. On the other hand the supercilious smiles may pass if they can bring a piska from the lishka. Mr. Abrams: Very good, Rabbi Siev, but what will you do with the giggiersv You know I don't iike gigglers. Rabbi Weinbach: Send them home with the mumblers. Mr. Schain: Uh . . . uh . . . Mr. Abrams, I would just like to say that they are the worst class I have ever had. When I told them about how the cute little bluebirds ily over the pretty pink flowers and take some of the golden powder and fly up into the air with it, they laughed at me. Seventy-two years of telling the same story and they laughed. CTurns away to hide tears flowing down cheeky Mr. Abrams: That is a very serious matter. tlust then the door opens and an old man enters, wearing a battered brown hat and clutching a wrinkled copy of the New York Times? Mr. Abrams: Your name iss . . . Old Man: B-b-buzzy!!! D-d-did an-n-nyone see my lamp? I-I-I don't know w-w-what happened to it. P-p-pranks they p-play on me. Mr. Abrams: We will look for it! Old Man: M-hm! tl-Ie grips paper more tightly, turns and leaves roomy Mr. Leibel: Did anyone hear my latest joke? Manis- chewitz and Christian Bros. are combining into Man- eshegitz . . . fasideh Ch, Leibel, you're a good one. CChuck1es softly to himself and then stops as if listen- ing.j The raindrops, they're back. Mr. Grossman: Last night Cblinkj I totaled up all the zeroes tblinkl that this class got tblinkl. 18,957. That includes the three double or nothings Cblink, blinkj. Mr. Breinan: tHe raps on table with ball point pen- tap . . . tap . . . tapj Speak up. Mr. Abrams: Mr. Lichtenberg, you haven't said any- thing!

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If ' 'f'-5 N X 1 I ff I 1-L-I-'ix T ' ,v TA: j1lD'X1 SAI-7 ll Efurxmm ' X lklif . 1 +-vt' l' t. gf-,- , Xi ...Helfgott-good. There are plenty of things they don't supposed to do what they do do, but they do do what they supposed to do. On the whole they are . . . fine. Mr. Abrams: Fine. ls there anything anyone else has to add or can I pronounce sentence now? tHe looks around table while grinning fiendishlyj Mr. Unger: Well, according to my billiard ball theory Csee Turner's History of the T. A. Student Chap. 8-1 IJ they are as good as any students in any normal school. Mr. Abrams: But Mr. Unger, T.A. is a normal school. Mr. Unger: I know, Mr. Abrams. I didn't mean it that way, heh heh. flooks around and nervously grips Brooks Bros. label on his chinosj. Dr. Reguer: I don't think you should throw them out. They are my best students-Davis . . . Kissenevits . . . Lieberman . . . Mr. Abrams: Greer . . . Matkowsky . . . Dr. Reguer: Greer . . . Metkufsky . . . where . . . I'll trow them out. Mr. Greitzer: CPuff, Puffj Well, I think that we should graduate all those students with Cpulfj I or less let- ters in their second name. CAsideJ I'll get even with Brettschneider for making me write his name on the attendance list so often . . . Cpuff, pulfl Q Just then the cat rises, stretches, and slinking along the wall, passes behind Mr. Leibel's chair. Mr. Leibel realizing what is happening, shoots his chair back- wards, but he is too late and the cat scampers across the room. With a wild look on his face Mr. Leibel staggers to his feet.J Mr. Leibel: CIn a broken voicej My first miss in twenty years. I'm ruined . . . ruined. Csits down and stares crazily at the shrunken heads on the wall. The assembled faculty sits spellbound. Mr. Leibel then looks carefully behind him and leaning forward, begins to talk in a low whisperj. I'l1 tell you something I wouldnft tell anyone else. It's about the raindrops. They're all around us, planning to take over . . . but I've captured some and I have them in a big box. Shh . . . you can listen to them . . , pitter patter . . . pitter patter . . .

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Mr. Lichtenberg: I was just figuring out another proof for the complex determinate theory of imaginary inter- mingled figures. Does anyone have a handkerchief? Mr. Abrams: Yes, but what about their behavior? Mr. Lichtenberg: Vell, I'll tell you brudder, dere fine fellows but they fritter away too much time. Mr. Abrams: Cwith a cynical smile upon his facej Aren't you getting your lines mixed up? Mr. Lichtenberg: So solly. Happen again it won't. Mr. Abrams: Get out! Dr. Shapiro: Well, Mitah, you are now the happy father of a big bouncing baby MU. Mr. Lichtenberg: Mr. Greitzer, will you take a look at my proof? Mr. Greitzer: Well, it looks right but you know I don't make these things up. They are all in the book. CThere is a sudden silence in the room. From olf- stage comes the sound of falling rain. In panic Mr. Leibel jumps up and begins to shout hysterically.J Mr. Leibel: Theyire here, they're taking over. I told you and now it's come. I don't want to be taken over. Greer has everything else. Can't he leave me alone? CHe begins to laugh and gesticulate wildly. Mr. Frankel slowly rises and calmly straps Mr. Leibel down in his chair.J -e: X .3 ,ra 9 ,,e fl XS Mr. Frankel: Nothing to be alarmed about. I've seen it happen time and again. It hits the English teachers worst. Oscar was one of the first. Mr. Horn: tRises and replaces tooth in mouth with right hand while withdrawing left pinky from nose with the other. Walks to the window and opens itj. Here. take him upstairs in the Chinese elevator. tStill strapped to the chair. Mr. Leibel is carried out. From offstage the sound of machinery can be heard and a high sing song Chinese voice asks: What iioor. please?'l The teachers sit quietly. Mr. Gendell nerv- ously wipes his forehead and looks out at the falling rain. Mr. Abrams' tLooking quickly at his watch. He is obviously shaken by Mr. Leibel's breakdownj Well. I think that the best thing is that we all retire till tomor- row. tHe rises and slowly starts toward the door. Half- way there. he can no longer restrain himself and dashes wildly out. ln a moment all the teachers are on their feet. Amid wild shouting and struggling to leave. the lights dim and go out, eCo-v-44' .BWA ,Wi