Brooklyn Technical High School - Blueprint Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

Page 20 text:

Prognostication “Stay a moment, Stranger, and gaze with us into this crystal ball. Ah! Now ' allow it to trans¬ port you into the future to view the respective occupations of our erstwhile graduates of the class of June ’26. Quiet!—what’s that faint object ? It looks like a base¬ ball stadium. As I live, it is! Who’s that at bat? Yes—no—it is Santora, the wonder player of Tech long ago and there’s Wal¬ dron giving Philips on third the signal to keep close for a bunt. Well, well, hoodathunkit? “Watch—the scene changes— there’s a fellow crashing into a mob. Looks like Wyzlanski, Tech guard. He plays the same position on the B. M. T. Who’s that bulky looking individual with the horn-rimmed glasses try¬ ing to chastise the brute? It’s Bob Jones w-ho wrote poetry and played football as a side line. “We are now transported to a Turkish Bath; and—yes sir— there are Newton, Henninger, and Lisle working as rubbers. They swam for Tech in ’26. Good¬ bye baw-th-—hello bank. There’s Blakely at the door. His coat collar proclaims him to be night w-atchman—he used to haul in the dough in Tech’s Bank. “Who’s that fellow- in the classy, up-to-date 1966 Ford? Looks like Artie Mitchell, who worked on the G. O. S. B. staff. He’s head of the big chain grocery stores—runs a correspondence school on the side. “In the rear part of a stationery store stands Walsh. He’s the stock boy—got his experience in Tech’s Supply Room. Here comes Nemiroff trying to sell a set of Etiquette Books. Well, what else could one expect from a former Book Room man? “And now rising like the ap¬ paritions in Macbeth, we see three managers: H aggerty managing the Olympic Tennis team—used to manage Tech’s tennis team when Jagde swung a mean racquet; Humer—he’s the one asking San¬ tora to hit the apple over the fence—w ' as in Tech’s dugout in ’26; Carl Less who manages the Celtics did the same work for Tech when Podaris and Hymes played basketball. “Say, can you see that fellow running around in his underwear, aw r ay in the background? Oh yes! That’s Johnny Knobel; he w-as a big track man in the old days. “Well, friend, that’s all you can see of the future now but on payment of another dollar I will show ' you all the other celebrities of that never to be forgotten class of June ’26. . . .” The Survey is grateful to the Senior Class Survey Committee for their valua¬ ble assistance in preparing Senior material. 18

Page 19 text:

105. Howard N. VV ' ixox, “Wicks”, 2003 Woodbine St. Interclass Baseball (1); S.O.S. (2.3). BTHS; Bank (3. 4), BTHS, mod. T, T; Office Squad (3) — Business; Night School. Still ' Mater runs deep 106. Harry Wunsch, 909—52 St Statistics Squad (1, 4), BTHS; Chess and Checker Club (2, 3, 4), Secretary (3), Vice-President (4) ; Dramatic So¬ ciety C3); Automotive Club (3); Book Room (3, 4), BTHS, mod. T; Arista— Brooklyn Poly. Oh, but I’m different 10 7 . Anthony J. Wyzlanski, “Wiz”, 135 St. Nicholas Ave. Football (2, 3, 4), 3 Ts; G. O. Executive Committee (4) ; Lunch Room (1, 2, 3, 4), Manager (4) ; Book Room (2, 3), BTHS, mod. T; Camera Club (2)— N. Y. U. Thwo me a xvope Celebrities of the Class of June 1926 Proof that good things come in Most popular . nail parcels. Most studious . Most athletic . Most humorous . Most bashful . Most serious . Most active. Most devilish . Most simplex. Most complex. Comedy of errors. Same in reverse English. Most annoying. Woman-hater. Most conceited . Most high hat . Ooo, how lazy. Foolisher—if possible—than the rest Baddest of the bad . Most unknown . ...L- Tr. Brook .Jones iningham ....Knobel mgobardi . F.pstein .Atkins .Serenci—he goes to Zero Period Biology . Roach .Levine—you can read him like a book .Slater—he’s too much to figure out .Galaway ..Walsh ..Pease .Linbarger ..Wyzlanski—we don ' t know why .Surgeon .Hagerty .Donato .Mitchell—oh! oh! .The guys that wfote this

Page 21 text:

®I?i Egtj tit tfje Btyll It has been said by the Highest of Authority that greater love hath no man than this: that he lay down his life for his friend. But after what The Egg did in the Poughkeepsie race the time I rowed for old Sumner, I’ll match him against any fellow who mere¬ ly dies to help a pal. The Egg was rowing at number six position, and you may remem¬ ber that we changed strokes three times during training. We had two coaches, started with an Eng¬ lish stroke, changed to a short chop stroke, ancT finally finished with a fast stroke. During train¬ ing we rowed four miles a day. Barney we called {him Barnev because his right name was Ber¬ nard Wattfield—was a great oarsman, one of the best sports¬ men that ever rowed for our col¬ lege. Pie had set his heart on win¬ ning the race. We didn’t know at the time just why, but we learned later, just in time for The Egg to save him. Everything that could happen to a crew happened to us that spring. Barney had been work¬ ing us like slaves all winter at the machines. For football men it may be all right to stand the pounding and the smashing of the scrimmage; they have the sat¬ isfaction at least of relieving their feelings by smashing the other fellow and there are usually on¬ lookers around to appreciate -By Basil Crocillo them. But the crew man just sits there on an incline, pulling his heart out against the springs, hour after hour, until his back and arms and legs ache, and his head swims, seeing only the back of another sufferer in front of him and a couple of coaches walking up and down the floor bawling him out and telling him how rot¬ ten he is. Four months of that, a month or more of drudgery after the shell gets into the river, and if lucky, a couple of minutes of tri¬ umph at the end of twenty-odd minutes of pulling his heart out by the roots! And even when he wins he is too far gone to know ' whether the cheers and the whis¬ tles and the waving flags are for his crew or for the other fellows. Well, that spring Barney had worked harder than anyone else. He was a big, good looking fel¬ low, with a splendid pair of shoulders. Rather serious-minded fellow-, too, trying to win high merits during his college career and stroke a crew at the same time. He had one purpose, too, as he proved by falling in love with Pauline Ainross in his sopho¬ more year and never changing. Pauline was known as the pret¬ tiest and the most popular girl among the co-eds. She always had the big parts in the play and half the fellows in school were (Continued on page S3) 19