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

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THAT TIME IS BEST By KENNETH C HOLDEN E45 some Wlmen the lrst red glow of the sunset hrs thetl And h1s hy no one hcen tlestrretl Wlmen gold clouds 1re drrk md the sky 15 thm grow n Anal the brelth of the Elrth hrs LlllDS,LLl rn nts tone Wlmen the elty hes lnnt ln the sun s lfterglow Anl the hustlrng tr1H1e rs llgxglng lnel slow Wlmen the hfe of the dry h1s lost nts zest Th lt rs the tune when the arty rs best Wl1en the gusty wrnrl Slltks to 1 gentle hreeze Wlxen the hlrd grrnd ol dlytxme goes wrth more else -ll-'- Wllerm the day s work mel worry ire oxer md done Anal night s work 1nd Hurry hue not yet hegun When the mrs hurry home through the yellow street hght And the gls sweetened ur when elly srys Good might' Before the moon s up when the sun s out of srght Tis the time that IS hest twrxt dry mtl twlxt night

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Bill! Kipper! he screamed. You double-crossing rats! He went on, pro- fanely. His pistols were in his hands now. Mark! What are you doing with those bandages' off? He heard Kipper ask this question, but he paid no attention to it. His rage had surmounted his senses. He fired five swift shots in succession, mov- ing the guns in a short range so as to be sure to get them both. He was sure he had, when no response came, other than a sharp gasp. He didn't even hear their bodies fall. Mark! Mark! It was Doc's voice, this time, in a ghastly, frightened tone. He fired one shot, directly toward the voice. He heard Doc gasp, a dying gasp. He'd heard such gasps before. Then he heard Doc's body slump to the floor. But Doc was not dead yet, for he heard him utter, in a choking, coughing whis- per, Mark! What in heaven's name-? FLANDERS I'm blind, he grated in explanation. You made me blind, you- He heard Doc's mighty labor for breath. Then when he spoke, he seemed to have regained some articulation, though still choking and coughing. The bandages-weren't supposed to -come off-till tomorrow! The last word was uttered in the last breath. john Markwyn felt as if a physical force had struck him simultaneously on either side of his head. He was stunned. His hands dropped mechanically to his sides. His pistols clattered to the Hoor. He was stupefied. He hardly heard the rush of feet pounding up the stairs outside the room. He did not notice the loud knocking up- on the door, nor even the crash of the door breaking in. But he plainly heard the surprised exclamation, john Mark- wyn! and he knew that it was the cops. By FRED oEss, C61 Cold is the night. The stars shine bright Guiding the way, endlessly wide, Over the fields of Flanders. All quiet now Where friend and foe Lie side by side, row on row, After the thunder of battle. Long is this night, But it tells of light Shining again, after four years tight, Over the hills of Flanders. Time has passed. The die is cast, And once again the explosives blast Into the hell of Flanders. 20

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IN STEP WITH THE THEME Compiled By JOHN SCHEPP, ss g 5iQjANY STUDENTS, keeping in step with the theme of .X the Bllzeprizzl this term, . have submitted accounts of ,':'Jp, their own personal experi- igg ences. An attempt to clas- sify them reveals the wide variety of interests and tastes which oc- cupy the minds of Tech students. The experiences range from those of a fresh- man who attempted to sell an elevator pass to a member of the service squad, through various sporting activities, to the impressions received by students traveling in foreign lands. DANIEL MCCARTHY, E21, was the unfortunate Freshman. He relates how, through the good offices of a Senior, he became the proud possessor of an ele- vator pass for the negligible sum of fifteen cents in coin of the realm. He was, how- ever, speedily disillusioned in his first venture into the teachers' elevator. There- upon, I decided to sell the pass at a profit of Eve cents. I forthwith accosted a worthy looking student, and proceeded with a two minutes sales talk, but the next instant I found myself whisked away to the floor manager's office by the junior lieutenant ffor such was the object of my sales talkj. The floor manager, surveying me with a malevolent eye, wrote me out a detention slip for five days. Undoubt- edly the resulting confinement increased the offender's respect for business ethics. All of us have marveled at the preci- sion of radio broadcasting. At least one student has not only marveled at, but almost destroyed that precision. Let LEONARD FELDMAN, A21, describe his behind-the-scenes visit to a studio. 22 Near the close of a program I was asked to go to a control panel and shut off the lights in an unoccupied studio. Not wish- ing to show my ignorance, I proceeded to try each switch until I should rind the correct one. fAh, thoughtless youthlj I tried an end switch. To my utter dis- grace and embarrassment, all the lights in Studio Three, where a broadcast was going on, went out. Fortunately, the emergency lights functioned, and disaster was averted. MICHAEL WIEDMAN, A11, took advantage of an opportunity open to all of us. Here he describes his sensations on viewing New York City from one of the great skyscrapers. There were a number of bridges stretching gracefully across the winding, snakelike rivers. Looking down, I saw a jumbled mass of ants, which in reality were people. Soon bright lights be- gan twinklingw-evening was approaching. In a few minutes the city was a blaze of light. The panorama of the metropolis was enhanced by the beautiful display of brightly colored lights and neon signs. The city was alive in its sparkling glory. All of us have heroes. They may be athletes, characters in history, statesmen, or simply people we know and admire in our daily lives. In many cases, we can never meet them. One Technite, AL- BERT LANDA, of E22, did have the satisfaction of meeting his own hero, Ad- miral Byrd. The great event occurred af- ter a lecture by the Admiral. As Albert left the theater, . . into the lobby came the Admiral. A host of people followed, asking for his autograph. The crowd car- ried books, letters, and speeches of Ad- miral Byrd, but I tore a page from my