Yeshiva University - Masmid Yearbook (New York, NY)

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To further Impress us wiih the importanco of action, a blue tie holding together a threadbare blue suit which almost held together 128 pounds of Alexander Litmon explained to us that our future life depended on the quality of the existence led here, and that, Bulman, tho the Lord can cause the. disintegrated body to retake its original form, we Jews believe that the future world is a world of souls, not bodies, you renegade. The exhilirating feeling of strength slowly gathering within us, the powerful feeling of con- querable might swelling our chests to normal size, the sweeping arc of blinding scarlet which we felt was us, grew in intensity as floods and whirlwinds of tempestuous fire sprang forth from Milton, and Paradise Lost consumed our hearts, leaving us in adamantine chain ' , slaves to the awful might of words. We felt big and young and unafraid, and in keeping with the general brilliance, to set off the Cjloiing red we elected two pinkies , Werner as president and Weller as vice-president. Gaifiel grew his mustache to keep warm in t!i3 V.C. reading room which he took care of for a cjr. Reiss took over the Yeshiva library and Zion presided over the chess club. Sohn. a quiet boy, had an explosive personality in chem lab. On Commentator, Weisberg became sports editor (and learned for the first time that there was such a game called basketball), Lloyd and Carmi were co-news editors, but Carmi relinquished his position to become editor of Niv. Levy took up his pen again and joined th staff. Werner started wiii-ing and Geller ' s ink kept on flowing. Success beckoned early to Asher who received the award for the best junior and the math award. Alex interrupted his discourse with Pressman and Pressman ' s lieutenant, the Arch-Angel Gabriel, to mount the steps of the stage to receive his prize for excellence in mussar.

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RABINOWITZ, JACOB REICHEL, SOLOMON - New York, N. Y. SAFERN, WILLIAM — Bronx, N. Y. Brooklyn, N. Y. SCHWARTZ, GEORGE — Newark, N. J. ROSEN, MORTON — Camden, N. J. SENDERS, MYER - RUBENSTEIN, BERNARD — Brooklyn, N. Y. SHAPIRO, ALEX — Cleveland, Ohio Cleveland, Ohio In Speech 3, parliamentary procedure, the boys were Thonsen like mad when Rosen, the chair- man for the day came in in full formal attire and a top-hat. Here ' s one for Darwin • — • Rosen sat down on his tails which even a monkey can ' t do. In Speech 4 Mike S. delivered the most carefully worked out Speeches I ' ve ever heard in class, with the possible exception of the philo lectures. His talk on Advertisements was terrif but his talk on gum was so realistic we were glued to our seats. In Mirsky ' s exam for Bible 103 and 104 we couldn ' t get away with filling the paper with Tehillim cause that was the book we studied so we memorized Jeremiah. Dr. Churgin gave us an inspiring course in Medieval Jewish Literature, which we all enjoyed ■ — the text book cost only 85 . Many fellows relinquished their purple for khaki. Some just left us. Herbie Cohen, Vic Seller, Stan Kessler, Mai Schraeder, and Lennie Klapholtz volunteered for the army. Schraeder was wounded. We were all saddened when we received the news that Klapholtz had lost his life on the battlefield. Katzin, Hershberg, Ehrenfield, Fischer, and Meir, just packed up and left. Our ranks were swelled by Brichto and Spivak, the boys from Philadelphia who took their room in the dorm for one purpose, so that they might have some place to eat at 4 o ' clock in the morning. This year as sophs we felt more sure of ourselves on the stage, so we fouled up the Varsity jhow in a glorious burst of purple stage light. Charny sold Reichel Pepsi-Cola hair shampoo and Rosen slipped around the stage as usual. In time to come we ' ll look back on Y.C. ' s last production in which as usual M. R. acted and T. R. tore down the sets. The lights dimmed for the last time. Winnigradof smiled, the audience applauded and the idle purple robes of the idle monarchs were discarded for . . . RED-BLOODED JUNIORS . . . the Red of the executives. We are now men of action; knowledge is only the door leading to accomplishment. The warrior wears red, the modern progressive ' s outlook is tinged with red and v e, nov concentrating on our individual majors and nearing our goal, already feel the magic of creation and the world is a fiery red sunrise burst on our horizon. l6

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SINGER. SHOLOM — Brooklyn, N .Y. TENENBAUM, LLOYD — Rochester, N. Y. SNOW, EDWARD — Bridgeport, Conn. VINIK, JULIUS — Brooklyn, N. Y. SOHN, DAVID — Brooklyn, N. Y. VOGEL, HAROLD — Bronx, N. Y. SUSSMAN, GABRIEL — Bronx, N. Y. WEISBERG, BERNARD Mattapan, Mass. Then in a final burst of strength we elected Reichel (spelled Rabinowitz) as president and re- elected Weiler as vice. In Levin ' s class we had to go fishing for information about psychology. The course was a pipe- dream. Kristeller of Rennaissance fame spoke about Papal Bulls, pronounced with a broad A. Katz ' s course in Greek and Roman Civilization had the first co-ed in Y.C. ' s history — ach, mein Liebe. Council elections were a hotly detested affair. Werner made no Cometments in his campaign speech, so he was elected president. Rosen rode in on his blood and thunder speech and was more than a Goodman . . . Rabinowitz outswam Fish, to become Secretary-Treasurer of S.C. We finally entered our senior year and we were forced to decide what we would do with $4,000 worth of knowledge. The daring red fast faded and left only a . . . BROWN-HEARTED SENIORS . . . dull brown, the color of — the earth. No longer the lords of creation, we were just be- wildered boys who couldn ' t make the first decision thrust upon us by life. We sought again the soil in which as unreflecting kids we played. Our outlook on everything was changed radically. We became practical. Who are we? Where are we going? Why are we going there? Can we ever reach it? Is all our strife worth it? Gone the green of surprises, gone the purple of scorn, gone the red of revolution. There remained only the brown of the earth of which we are made and to which we ' re closer than we thought four years ago. We have all changed involuntarily. Charny looked like an angel and was called the cheerful cherub. He now looks like the devil and is called — into Abram ' s office. Chomsky started out four years ago as a freshman — and now he ' s a senior. Cohen, the Mick, began his stay here as a bio major and now (abnormal psych majors please note) he ' s counting flies. Pearlstein just four years ago was interested in science. Now he feels that Palestine needs him so he ' s preparing to leave as soon as the shomer kibbutz in Palestine strikes oil.