LOST: Green plad jacket, tore lining broke zipper. Urgent need!
Lou Martin
LOST: Make Up kit imitation red aligator.
Linda Rosen
LOST: "Hollywood Horoscope of Stars" magazine. Reward ....
Alice Blake
LOST: (Or stole!!!) My left lense from my eyeglases between here and History.
Edward Williams, Esq.
LOST: Poster, printed with Indian Ink, saying that Government of the Students, by the Students, for the Students, shall not perish from Calvin Coolidge.
Harry A. Kagan The Students Choice
FOUND:
BEST STUDENT SAMPLES:
"The Theater of the Absurd and All the Angry Young Men"
A Comparative Study
by Elizabeth Ellis
If there is a connection between absurdity and despair, and I believe there is, then Edward Albee, John Osborne, Harold Pinter and Arthur Kopit are all brothers trapped under the same skin. In examining both the symptoms and the more obvious manifesta
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Excellent as always!
SPELING QUIZ ? 100%
Vivian Paine
1. accept
2. acquainted
3. advice
4. artichoke
5. ascend
"READING MAKETH A FULL MAN, CONFERENCE A READY MAN, AND WRITING AN EXACT MAN."
SIR FRANCIS BACON
HUMOR
St. Peter: "Who is knocking at my gate?"
Voice: "It is I."
St. Peter: "Go away, we don't need any more school teachers here!"
Teacher: "There are two words in the English language you must never use. One of them is swell and the other is lousy."
Pupiclass="underline" "What are they?
JOB OPPORTUNITIES
Experiencd Baby Sitter. Apply Office 211.
MISS LEWIS' CLASS
(USE RIGHT SIDE OF BULLETIN BOARD ONLY)
(USE RIGHT SIDE OF BULLETIN BOARD ONLY)
THE 3 C's CHARACTER + CONFLICT = CLIMAX
THE 5 E's: EXAMINE, EVALUATE, EXPRESS, ELUCIDATE, END
"CUE" = COHERENCE, UNITY, EMPHASIS
BEST STUDENT SAMPLES:
TRUE OR FALSE TEST - 100%
Kurt Werner
1. T
2. F
3. F
4. T
5. T
6. F
7. T
8. F
9. F
10. T
COMMITTEE CHAIRMEN:
Paper Distribution CommitteeLuis Ramos
Blackboard CommitteeJudy Thornwald
Sanitary CommitteeSybelle Klopotkin
Room Traffic CommitteeWong Gee
CLASS ACHIEVEMENT GRAPH;
22. A Probing Question
INTRASCHOOL COMMUNICATION
FROM: 304
TO: 508
Dear Bea
Thank you for letting me observe your Senior Honors and Creative Writing classes; it was worth giving up my unassigned and lunch periods to see! How wonderful to hear a discussion of Hamlets relationship to Ophelia on such an adult level! Their insights, their involvement, their comments on their outside reading were a revelation to me. And your Creative Writing class made me aware of how much is going on inside them; how serious and yet how touchingly young they are. I wanted to hug each and every one of them. And you.
I realize these are specially selected groups, the cream off the top, but at least I know that this kind of student exists, and this kind of teaching is possible.
Can we meet for a few minutes? I'm bursting to talk to you about it!
(You promised to let me see the paragraphs they were writing in class.)
Enviously,
Syl
INTRASCHOOL COMMUNICATION
FROM: 508
TO: 304
Dear Syl,
Never mind the cream; it will always rise to the top. It's the skim milk that needs good teachers.
Enclosed are a few of their papers; I haven't corrected them yet.
Sorry can't meet you now: Am with child.
Bea
MRS. SCHACHTERS CREATIVE WRITING CLASS ASSIGNMENT:
Write one paragraph, asking a probing question on any topic you wish. Give it a suitable title. Remember what youve learned about the use of imagery in conveying emotion.
THE WORLD'S INDIFFERENCE
Stink and stench assailled his nostrils as he reeled drunkenly into the room. The whisky lay heavy in his gut. His belly rumbled. "I think I'll puke", he thought. But by then they had him. Handcuffs, the works. "Why?" he shouted from his very gut. "Why me?" But the world kept rolling along.
SPRING REMEMBERED
I remember Spring. The lilacs and the stars. The rose and the dew. You and the night. I remember. I remember holding hands beneath the moon which was suspended like a silver locket upon a chain of stars from the neckline of a cloud. I remember the leaves whispering like lacy gossips in the trees. I remember the lake lapping. I remember how sharp like a thorn was love. Why do I not remember your Name?
IMAGES
I see the cat. The cat is on the mat. I can spell cat. But what is cat? That is the question! The cat is a fog or smudgey smoke from a cigarette or a purry furry ball or a tiger ready to spring at you. You never know.
LIFE, BE NOT PROUD
Life, be not proud, thou hast made many mistakes tho thou hadst had a chance to be beautiful, yet thou hadst fouled it up. Why is there sufering and troubles galore? Why is there man's inhumanity to man? Why is there prejudice between all the races? Why is there jails and hoor houses and lynches and unemployment? Why is there death? Life, be not proud!
SNOW
The snow lies on mountain and dale like a naked woman exposing its glistering white body voluptously and proud of her nakedness under the warm sun. Soon the warm sun will melt it. What then?
THE SUBWAY
The subway is a monster giant snake that crawls inside the Bowels of the Earth, emerging to vomit forth its food at the different stations. It then swallows another belly full of us to crawl into the Bowels where darkness dwells. Who knows when it will re-emerge again?
WHY DO I LOVE?
Brown throated is my love and potent are his groins and laughing are his long lashed eyes. The songs he sings are many. His lips, insistent with passion's flame, are smooth upon my young mouth. Although my love doth walk with feet of clay upon my heart, I do not care: I love. Why do I love? I know not. I only know I love.
LIFE REFLECTED IN THE TELEVISION EYE
I see the television eye. It does not see me albeit I scream jump laugh weep rant rage stick out my tongue at it. Within the television eye, among the shadows and the horizontal streaks the little people live and love and eat and die interupted by commercials. While I, yes I, posess the power to turn them off whenever I feel like it. Just so to God are we as they, for Lo! He can stop our mouths while in the middle of a sentence and snap our hearts in twain. His Eye sees us albeit we do not see Him. What is God?God is the Universal Antenna.