Yeshiva University High School For Girls - Elchanet Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Halfway la A nyplace Halfway to anyplace I wander touching the languid leaf sensing the ambrosial flower kicking the stray pebble. Halfway to anyplace I stop I see the sun glowing I hear the trees trembling I feel life. Oh beauty ofthe earth My heart pulsates when I am near you. I extend my hands to touch you. The bark ofyour tree is soft to my cheek. A tree too wide for my arms to enclose, The butterfly, A medley ofcolors flying past me It goes too fast. Come and take me with you We will fly within the hollows ofabove We will pass through the clouds and smile at the stars. I lope through the thigh-high grass and pull up a long squeaky blade. It's smoothness caresses my hngers. It is beauty and goodness and purity. The only beauty and goodness and purity I can flnd. I am alive I am free. I see G-d I must float I must whirl I must burst! There is no silence In this quiet place. M irfam G0ld.s'm1'tl1 One, Yet Two The day is night, the sun unseen, the sky nowhere. The raindrops now drift and tumble, now beat, beat. I am inside. I am warm and secure. I fear the rain. It seeks out those it wishes to plague. It forces the skies to part, only to blind me with flashes of what lies above. It resounds in my ears, my mind, my soul. It tears at my very being, forcing me to flee to safety. I am alone and unprotected. The raindrops wash my face, cleanse my soul. They free me, renew my life, anoint me with so pure a freshness that myjoy in the world is boundless. Iam me, yet I am myself. Forever may I restore that separation. .4111-1' Heisler

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SANDS It was a gray day. The morning dew still hung in the air. The waves pounded mercilessly on the beach. The girl walked alone. The ocean spray covered her face and her stringy hair clung to her back. She stuck her toe into the moist sand. Though the beach was devoid of all life. she could picture endless fields of grain, waving with the wind. She walked on. A glit- tering shell seemed to beckon her. As she bent to pick it up, she imagined the shell whispering to her the secrets of the lost and forgotten. Fossils hidden amidst the sands begged to reveal the world's tale. The sand hid mistakes and fortunes. It covered the bloodshed and the atrocities, as well as the accom- plishments and the glories. She furrowed her brow and abruptly dropped the shell. As she wandered on, her teacher's words came to 'S rx-X 3 'i 1 26 her. Sand, by a unique chemical process, could form glass, glass through which a father views his infant son. Glasses which give new hope to the aging eyes of an elderly woman. Pensively, she let it sift through her slender fingers. G-d promised Abraham that his offspring would number as the sands by the sea. As she wiped her hands on her faded jeans, she looked to the murky horizon. Beyond it lay the promised land. How simple it seemed for one to swim across. But, she knew that the fierce waves would not let her pass even the jetty. On a starry night, the light of the pale moon formed a magical pathway across the sea. She often imagined herself crossing the golden bridge and kissing the distant shores. Sand. It embodies the world. Anna Zlolnick Castle A rchitecture A child on the beach, chubby hands molding clumps ofwet sand, into castles and towers, reached for dry sand, held it, but it slipped sifting onto the sand. Water swept forward to greet him. He stretched out his hand And grabbed the water, unclenched his fist, found it empty, and sat staring at a damp palm. Furrowed brows, He tried again, but the elements flowed back to their origin. He threw back his head and laughed Began once more, pursuit of castle architecture. He picked up sand, and the particles clung to his sweaty hand. He sat, staring at the sea, rose, and began to walk along the waterline. Tides filled recesses molded in the mud by his steps, and he disappeared, leaving imprints in the sand and a kingdom on the sea. Miriam Weinfeld les!

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The Sun, the Park, and Other Things Hi, Stevie. Look at my new tire truck. It's got a real ladder that goes up and a hose that has real water. Daddy lit a match and let me put it out, but he wouldn't let me do it. Why wouldn't he, Stevie, do you think? I dunno, Davey. My daddy comes home when l'm sleeping so I only see him at breakfast. Mommy and Daddy were talking last night about somethinl. I didn't unnerstand so I tried to go to sleep but Mommy was cryin'. She said somethi' about Cousin Mike. He's is my fa-vo-rit cousin and he's in the army an' he sent me a picture of him an' he looks so strong. Mommy said he's in Veeyetmom I think or somethin' like that. Mommy and Daddy were discussin' it. I think she sid he was hit by a shell. But why was Mommy cryin'? Shells don't hurt. On the beach once I made a castle with a shell. It doesn't hurt, does it? Hey Stevie, ya know what? Daddy says we're gonna move soon. 'Cause the neighborhood is no good, Daddy says. He says that he pays the money and we don't have any hot water. I took a hot bath once in cold water, but I didn't want Mommy to be angry so I said the water was warm enough though. Ya know, Mommy was talking on the phone. She was talkin' to the phone person about cominisks, Ithink. She says that soon someone's gonna push a button. Hey, look at the road we made. Let's make a tunnel too. O.K.? What kinda button, Davey? Like the one in the elevator? Why should someone push a button ifhe doesn't have an elevator? Does he havean elevator? I dunno, Stevie. But ya know Mommy says that whoever does it will do it for everyone. I wonder who'll do it. I think it's nice for someone to push a button in why . . .va E ,pw L everyone's elevator. We have an our tunnel fell down. Hey, listen stop. Why is everyone runnin'? Faith Rothenberg Our Secret Disclosed You're in the Pepsi Generation -amid revolving lights. This is the message we receive, this is what we live by. We no longer see the moon, the stars. The sun is all but blotted out by the more brilliant kings of Earth. Mans goal is to lill a book of Plaid Stamps. We are no longer in symbiotic relationship with nature, 28 indeed, we no longer need nature, or G-d, or each other. We have risen from the lowly state of beast- hood. We have graduated, with honors, from the level of animal. We have found an entirely new meaning to life, to living. Because, by now, we all realize that people in the know are moving to Sunoco. A my H eisler elevator man who does it for us-Oh look, Stevie, to that noise. Sounds like a tire engine that doesn t Where are they goin'? Why is it so dark, Stevie?