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

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r Everyone agreed that they had never seen Doc looking so happy. Never before had he realized his genius. During the course of the year Wieder had helped him out, but now, at long last, he had ad- vanced to so high a level that nobody was intelligent enough to understand what he was talking about. In the corner next to the head table Rabbi Gross- man could be seen talking with Mr. Bloom. I never tried to teach my class quantity. I am more interested in quality, proceeded Rabbi Grossman. I am a man of my word. I wrote a lot of articles on every subject. I know a lot about philosophy but I don't want to go into that now. Throughout the meal, Mr. Bloom sat back crunching on his Clark bar with that understanding sympathetic look in his eyes. Since by now, all of the food was finished, the meeting resumed. The last order of Business was the Election of Chairman of the Alumni. The cliques im- mediately began electioneering. The sight of the Elchy Clique, Yeshiva Clique, T.I. Clique, and all the minor cliques quickly electioneering brought back to memory all of the political scandals of our class. The Elchy elections, Arista's voting, Parson's election and his domination of the Student Council were all as phony as Dr. Belkin's annual graduation telegram. I 5 fc I I I in Mr. WoIIman's class had already left ten minutes eariler, since the service squad was needed to super- vise the dismissal. As the boys left the room, voices could be heard shouting, keep to the right . . . keep to the left . . . I'll stay in the middle if I feel like it . . . fyatch . . . The auditorium is empty. A serene quiet prevails throughout the school. Our days in T.A., full of friends, teachers, incidents, and events are over. Nevertheless the memory of our stay in T.A.-the time of our lives-will remain with us forever. A 3 X, sew v 'IA N rl X, it f Q, t xxli N ' .xx 9' 'ill' f 4 X f Although it had been quite evident that we did not ' Ss have an abundance of brains, as the administration X might have it, we were definitely not at a loss when f ' L it came to politicians. The election concluded the X 5-5. agenda and the reunion was adiourned. All the boys X J if Q' Q I f' lv IX ' ,A , A !..:.77. ' A .- 3 -QI.. , - I 1 . if it -if-.. .Z sg. w Vi- .- Q . ll .g fl Yh,..r .I cf an I 'I s' ' M Q5 Q' I . ' . -' . , .- I z 1 , ,. -1 I I

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Surprisingly enough, a great number of our faculty attended our reunion. Joe Judenberg, who took care of the seating arrangement, fixed the seating plan in a very clever way . . . In the right hand corner of the room, almost completely out of sight, sat Mr. Horn, in his gold tie, orange jacket, red yamulka, purple pants, and ballet slippers, right next to Mr. Breinan who was wearing a charcoal black suit and a grey bow tie. While filing his nails with one hand and adiusting his pants with the other, Mr. Horn, with a flutter of his eyelids very coquettishly said to Mr. Breinan, You know Alex- ander, there were some boys in this class whom I could play around with, but as a rule these bums were pretty lousy students. I was so happy when they got rid of me as Faculty Advisor because I didn't have to do any more work for the rest of the year. I really fooled them. You know, now that I think of it, with those Sunday programs and my favorite students from past years coming in, and with playing my records that they had bought for their benefit, if CH 2? ' - N , Really, there was great quality in this class . . . take Wiesel for example, You mean Butch, interrupted Mr. Breinan, yeah, he and de rest of them were the best of its type on the market . . . After excusing himself for not bothering to listen to what Mr. Horn was talking about, Mr. Breinan cracked a smile for Life Magazine, which was running an article on RipIey's Believe it or not. On the other side of the room, Dr. Greitzer could be seen sitting next to his colleague Mr. Woll- man. The first five minutes of their conversation found Mr. Wollman apologizing to Dr. Greitzer. He then whipped out his brown notebook in which he had written the conversation he was to use to make our lesson more interesting. Prof. Beard was the source of his text. When Dr. Greitzer emptied his pipe in the nearest waste paper basket which, this time, happened to be Mr. WoIIman's notebook, Berg- las was heard to exclaim, Gee, what a slob. Mr. Wollman, however, was in dire circumstances. The pages of his notebook had burned and he was at a complete loss for words. Hecht finally came to the rescue telling him that the next word was fine , Mr. Wollman then proceeded with his planned con- versation, Fine weather today. Dr. Greitzer more or less dominated the conversation from then on. AKIBJRF, f 'ff' X , v f Y X it ei- x ' ' A L ,' V . . , A a , . 1 lx 1 ge - 1 - 1 Q , .I Q2 -an J I U ,iid I? si. ' ' v I 'Sq . Q 'X i I I I ,, , t X it 3 5 I Y I IX 9 I didn't have to bother with these guys too much. I I Q. . , . ab

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T Eas ifix Timm-. T fn twist- . V ii 'T ' , vi it-S 'Tm T- ililllggilllll T yi w yxig V ,, ll l Three years of difficult and conscientious toil rewarded us with the title of Seniors. Three years taught us to bear with pride our name. The fourth, too, is now over, and it is not without pride that we feel a sense of accomplishment. We are leaving now. Four years have played their part. The time 53-E,--Y has come for us to be known as