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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I and You by ROBERT TABER, sz Did you ever stop to think, as I have, about the statement I moved my foot ? In that sentence, who or what is I ? Many people consider that 1 is a mind, a soul, a personality, or even life itself. When you die or cease to live, that I is gone. I no longer moves the foot, the hand, or the body. Your soul, your life, your living mind, your I is gone. Really your I looks through two holes in your head and sees. It lis- tens through two other holes, and hears, and through two others, it smells. By means of your nervous system, it feels. The I makes you think, and carries out your thoughts. It is a massive clearing house regulating all the minute parts of a large concern, which, in this case, is your body. The I makes you speak by moving your mouth and coordinating it with your vocal chords. That is the way the I in the body feels, but how does it look at others? How does it recognize others? The I in me recognizes you by your features, your walk, or your voice. It does not recognize you by your mind, or by your soul, or by your life. I recognizes you. To me, you is familiar because of various char- acteristics of the you. I recognize john by his walk or carriage, Cliff by his talk and phrases, Bee by her hair. All these are you. But I don't recognize them by their I, their soul or mind. Only you yourself can recognize your mind, your soul, your life, your I, whereas every- one can see your you. I is intangible, that is why it is hard to explain or to nize your own That is why many people call it different things, but one thing is sure: it is there. The I is merely a transient, living within the body or house. When the I goes, the life, the mind, the soul leaves with it, but the house or body remains. Where the I goes we all have yet to find out, but it is certain that only the I goes, the body stays. People who believe in the hereafter or other world say that the I is merely being prepared on earth, in the body, for this other world. You is tangible, you can define you. You is the body, the hair, the teeth, the features, the walk, the talk, the habits. It is something concrete, although the I directs the you, the you is entirely separate. The I is nothing with- out you , and similarly, the you is inanimate without From this you might call I animation, but without I, you is nothing. When the body dies the I goes on but the you re- mains. The features, the hair, the body, the teeth are all here. To me, both I and you are im- portant. Your habits, your walk, your speech, your features are all part of the person, which combines I and you. You is known to everyone and can be conceived, can be felt and can be photo- graphed. I can not be photographed, can not be felt and is hard to conceive even though it is plausible. I think that in order to better your- self the I in you should be built up, cultivated, or aided so that the you will follow and be directed by this important define. That is why only you can recog- 1-Mr. Siogren at his post in the Lunchroom. 2-Mr. Salz, new basketball coach, in action. 3-Mr. McNeil at the electrical control panels. 4-Mr. Starr, Honorary Senior President. 5-Messrs. I-Iamje and Bardonsky planning an assembly program. 6-Mr. Whiston in the foundry. 7-Mr. Walter jones. 8-Mrs. Torning showing how it's done. 9-Mr. Prestopino supplying music for his gym class. 10-Mr. Bassi. 11--Mr. Knudsen, senate leader of the Arista. 12--Mr. Russell jones at his post in the Library. 13-Mr. Heepe, leader of the Camera Club. 25