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

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I 5 ,V Q' V ' r u WX 1 N t i ami . X t ' i Can you tell me . . . '7 What! Talking? I'll give . . . you an . . . D effess! F X' g ,ffm x 1 1X x 1 l 5 s 4 and I'm not afraid of you c HQWW . , vffv X k X , ,I 7, y s- E. Mr. Cohen: flooking around on floor on hands and kneesj Has anyone seen my two pencils? I can't do anything without my pencils. Mr. Lichtenberg: Better ask George. Mr. Abrams: Please let's get this over with before someone else cracks up. I just can't take another day like yesterday.

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SCENE Two CThe curtain is drawn but the stage is dark as the audience enter and take their seats. The house lights slowly fade and in the dim light of the stage a number of men in white uniforms can be seen cleaning a padded cell. An inmate in a strait jacket lies on a cot in a corner. The scene holds a few minutes and then the stage goes black. When the lights go on again the stage is set as in the first scene. OIT to one side a short chubby man sits on a crate. He is vigorously polishing a shrunken head with white polish from a soda bottle at his feet. The teachers are arranged in little groups, some standing, some sitting. Mr. Leibel is strapped to a bench olf to one side. He looks calm and has an air of injured dignity about him. Mr. Abrams rises and standing on the table calls the meeting to order. Mr. Abrams: Gentlemen, will you please quiet down? I will have to send you all home to be recivilized! Yes- terday I asked you if we could let these students gog today, after seeing what has happened at our last meet- ing I ask if we can afford not to. Rabbi Bernstein: Before this goes any further I want to say that I quit! I don't get paid enough, I'm not happy, my wife nags me. I never should have gotten married. Dr. Brayer: fgrinning happilyb I'm happy. My son Yigal kisses all the mizusses. Dr. Reguer: My son plays basketball. Mr. Breinan: Egbert is a pony express rider. Mr. Gootchstein: And my son already knows how to make an effess-and he's only nine years old. Mr. Abrams: Yes, that's all very nice. Now to come back. CA low murmuring begins at this point and con- tinues till the end of the play. There is a tenseness in the air and the teachers move about restlessly, looking out the window and at their watches.J Mr. Fried: flying on the floor cutting out paper dolls? I've just returned from my trip to France. You know the bus system there is so wonderful. A bus pulls up and all the people line up and . . . 4 Q .fa all ga V o K L L 535.4 JP A ,gl . EEL Vt lzfgff ? K ' K-film!! jlllfdl 4 ,X if ta 14 X. D ff-Z5 2...-25:

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Mr. Leibel: CIn a calm dignified tonej Josephine, you will order my troops to attack England and then . . . C He is interrupted by Mr. Gendell who stuffs his hand back in his mouth.J Mr. Sobel: I can't talk with my heart and all, but last time I had to send the whole g . d . m bunch of them up to the office for cutting. Mr. Abrams: If a boy cuts I suspend, him indefi- nitely . . . Rabbi Weinbach: for three days. Mr. Abrams: And I call for his mother, his father and . . . Rabbi Weinbach: one of his par . . . Mr. Abrams: That's enough of that. Mr. Wollman: C in an apologetic tonel They're all nice boys. fthe other teachers stare at him amazedl Why I couldn't sleep last nightbecause I gave Bobbie a 99 and he deserved a 99 and a half. '21 A-r gif.,- Mr. Breinan: You're too lenient with your marks. Why just the other day I gave a boy three dots for playing tic-tac-toe during class. Mr. Abrams: If you can't come to a decision soon I will be forced to turn the entire matter over to Greer. CAt the mention of Greer's name a look of revulsion spreads over the faces of the teachers. They begin to talk all at once and gesticulate wild1y.D Voices: Greer . . . Not Greer . . . Get out! . . . pitter patter, pitter patter . . . Sing him a hymn . . . what hymn? . . . him. Chickee the Gootch- . . . Vdufdx . . . squawk . . . whistle . . . close your books . . . tap tap . . .daddy I want the keys to the teachers room I have to get my mail pouch. Mr. Abrams: Gentlemen, control yourselves. I know this is a drastic step, but I have my job to think of too. I will now ask for your final decision. Mr. Greitzer? cm