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

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Problems of Problematic Time-Travelers by ALEX HELLER, B61 Illustrated by John Sanchez, 810 .Man has made some little prog- ress in traversing the dimensions which are to him tangible, but in traveling in a fourth dimension, time, he has been entire- ly unsuccessful. The conquest of this in- tangible dimension would present unusu- al problems and paradoxes. When Professor X- gets into his time machine, sets it for the year 2040 and pushes the starting lever, scientists will ex- perience no trouble in accounting for him. As far as the world is concerned he will cease to exist for a period of one hundred years and then he will suddenly reappear. Simple enough-isn't it? But if he should turn the setting back to 1840, he would run into difficulties. As before, he would cease to exist in the world of 1940 and would appear from nowhere in the world of one hundred years ago. Thus, supposing the experiment to be successful, it would be known in 1840 that a trip backwards in time, starting from 1940, had been made and Professor X- could not possibly prevent himself from making his trip. Then too, suppose the professor started 18 on july 4, 1940, at six in the morning and went backward at Hrst exactly one hundred years, and then Hfteen minutes. If he wait- ed fifteen minutes he would Hnd himself in july 4, 1840, at six o'clock, and he would see himself materialize from the future traveling back from his original start in the twentieth century. One way to do away with these prob- lems is to assume that once a time-traveler goes backward in time, he can not possibly return to his starting time along the line of probability which he has followed into the past. That is, his advent into the world of the past would provide a new factor in the development of the world, and the modified development could not possibly result in the same civilization which had produced him and his time machine. Professor X-- in the case given be- fore would no longer meet himself coming backward in time as he would travel the last fifteen minutes in an entirely differ- ent line of probability from that in which he first traveled backward in time.

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Remembrance of Things Past by DONALD KORNREICH, B32 Illustrated by Hyman Spieler, 7G5 What a world this is for sorrow! To see things and yet not to grasp them, to desire and not to attain. But it was not always like this. I have memories of: the dim, rich, beautiful, blue-wooded hills, the high branching elms and the stately walnuts, the hot, heavy, restless july days, the fresh, dark November days-not so gloomy as half-lit and colorless, the thunder brewing in the dark heart of huge inky clouds, the gentle rain pattering softly on the roof tops and window sills, the long-quiet fields, the cold bare hill tops, the fallows with hedges and coverts rounded with mists, the pleasant plodding and clinking of the horses coming home, the little ancient church with its timbered spire, the small red-brick school house with its short chim- ney and tall windows, the cluster of friendly buildings on the edge of a pool, the lights twinkling in the house while the fire glows and darts in the hall in the evening, the happy children playing under the blue sky, the men and women chatting merrily amongst them- selves, the peaceful thoughts echoing like a strain of rich, sad music. iam .Ulf LLQ . ik 2? 111 .r N S lil -cpm-4-'-:: ju-,F Y- '51, -.re .Q ..- -23, .-5, 1 57's X..---. Hi, gl: lik ,Q ,. ,vs .z- -. .uf 4- .5 32, dr,-1, - h. J 0 YS K 'I , ,. F52 . am ' x 'Q ' vflgf 7:5 V ..-gg-W--. If . F 3 2 ,.,.-.,, . . 1 , V X .. A h, x S, in-'f 1 ' 1 . ' 9' ' ng:-f - Q u'f,':1,1,'c' . - 5. giiiixf. : ... li, if . ' - x if Lf x -al: f l ' li , r- W , ' fi. F H f Y X 5 4 -,,t ' NN X 4: N- r -nVA,ll N -..,.nu --' . dim, - 'Q'-E lr ..nn-ai. , '. ' , 7 .lm---lil , '1 - - ,iw f X 't ' ill Today, however, caught in the midst of this fever called life , I am constantly in danger of not living at all, but simply racing on like a man intoxicated with affairs, without leisure for strolling, for sitting, for talking, for watching the sky and the earth, for smelling the sweet scents of flowers, noting the ways of animals, playing with chil- dren, eating and drinking. Yet this is our heritage. This is what it means to be A Man! 17

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Men Who Fight by SIDNEY DORROS, D52 Illustrated by John Sanchez, 810 The bullets are whistling and shells are screaming about him, but Gaspin Villard, huddled in his dugout, does not mind. He is quite satisfied with his situ- ation. A short time ago he was serving a life sentence of hard labor for a murder, one of the many he had committed. Wlien the war came he was paroled so that he could serve in the none-too-full ranks of the army. Now the fools were paying him to kill. How the tide had turned! Men were dying about him, but Gaspin did not mind. This was where he belonged: among death and destruction. A few hundred yards away, screened by a clump of bushes, is the enemy. Thin and pale, he appears even younger than his nineteen years. The war has changed his life also. Wliile Gaspin was cracking rocks at the prison, Peter was ambitiously studying at the university. His ambition, since childhood, had always been to be a doctor. He wanted to save lives, and to do his small part to ease the pain and suffering of humanity. Wlien the war broke out he was just about to enter med- ical school. Instead of embarking upon his much coveted career, Peter was forced to march off to battle leaving his poor wid- owed mother behind. Here he is now, at the side of a death-dealing machine gun. He does not belong there, nor does he want to be there. He has no desire to kill anyone, not even the enemy. His comrades have been shot dead, and he is left to carry on alone. Peter's meditations are suddenly inter- rupted by a bugle's call. He springs to attention at his gun and prepares for the oncoming atttack. In a few minutes thous- ands of men cover the held of battle. Peter huddles low, and he is not dis- covered. As a terrible battle rages about him, he sadly watches many men fall to their deaths. Presently he sees a slowly moving human figure, crawling toward him. Nearer and nearer it comes, until a wounded soldier drops exhausted at Pet- er's feet. Upon inspection Peter finds the man to be an enemy, with a bullet in his chest. I must remove the bullet immediately, he says. Peter opens his first aid kit, and prepares his crude instruments for the extraction. Meanwhile the eyes of the wounded man open 19