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

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not evade them like a coward. Always remember, only the coward is afraid to stand up and face the facts squarely. Maybe you're right, mumbled the man as he slowly walked away. The old gent watched him as long as the fog would permit and then turned and gazed down into the dark foreboding water of the river. Queer fellow, that guy, yes sir, a mighty queer fellow, and with that the old man slid noiselessly over the rail and into space. The Fami1y's Saturday Night by WILLIAM PUNTON, 712 'Tis evening after supper, and all are sitting down, 'Cept sis who's upstairs dressing, and john who's out of town. They're not all peacefully reading, for Junior's playing trains, The 'teen age twins are dancing to a record's scorching strains. Father and big brother to the sports news give an ear, But Father's face is gloomy, while brother's reflects cheer. The cause for this is simple, and since you'd like to know: The Dodgers beat the Giants, which to Pop is quite a blow. Mother, I forgot to say, is somewhere having tea, Admiring hats and dresses Qfor there's little else to seej . Cousin's in the game room with some fellows from the club, And soon they'll raid the kitchen in an ardent search for grub. But now the evening's aging, and a silence settles down, Mother's home and out again to keep a date uptown. The game room is now empty, the boys are all outside. Tom's brought the family car around to take them for a ride. The twins had nothing else to do and nowhere else to go, So now they're upstairs getting dressed to see the latest show. Big brother left just recently, he has a heavy date. This is the very latest girl-he doesn't dare be late. Little junior's off to sleep, dreaming pleasant dreams: He's captain on a battle ship, as a shell above him screams. Dad alone is sitting home, deep-set in his chair, His eyes are closed, his mind at rest, as pipe smoke fills the air. He thinks how peaceful homelife is, to afford him such contentg He'll have fat least till the kids come homej an evening quietly spent! We have just seen a family group, so peaceful yet so bright- And now we leave them as they spend a homelike Saturday night. 23

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Dark Waters Tlme old gent walked slowly along the narrow pedestrian path on the bridge. There was a thick misty fog rolling in from the ocean which added to the misery of the cold drizzle that had been fal- ling for the last two days. He walk- ed straight ahead with his head low- ered slightly, the edges of his bushy, walrus - like mus- tache peering over his upturned collar and the brim of his battered hat turned down to ward off the rain. In the thick mists of the fog, the old gent faintly saw the figure of a man poised on the bridge railing. With an en- ergy surprisingly athletic for an old man, he leaped up and firmly held the startled man. Slowly he stepped down from the railing. Why don't you mind your own business? asked the would-be suicide in a 22 by ALFRED MELIERE, 73 Illustrated by joseph Whitehead, 715 ' n I l l quavering voice. Because, drawl- ed the intruder, I don't like to see a young fellow make a mistake. That's all. What do you know about it? bellowed the stranger. Make a mistake! That's a laugh. My wife has been sick for the last six months, needsanoperation, an expensive op- eration, and I tried to make enough money on the market to get that operation for her. But the stocks I bought were worthless. I'm a pauper and my wife will probably die when she finds out about it. Well, answered the old gent, I reckon that if anything could kill her, it would be hearing that your body had been hauled out of the river. That w0uldn't be the way to solve your problem. You have to stay and face the facts bravely and

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