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

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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

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school copybook and took my place in line. My turn came. My heart throbbed. The Admiral asked me for my paper. I handed it to him, and watched as he put his John Hancock on it. Then he of- fered me his hand. Little did he know how I had dreamed of this moment. Most of us know the excitement of a real hurricane only vicariously. To JAMES YOUNG, E22, however, a hurricane is a very real thing. While he was journeying in the South, a great storm blew up. The skies grew dark, the wind began to blow violently, and the trees began reaching for the earth. I became desperately fright- ened. Branches started flying from the trees as they continued to sway and creak under the force of the wind. Out of nowhere, a tree fell across the path of our bus with such a noise that I became hysterical. We remained there for the du- ration of the night-a night I'll never forget. The next morning, when they ar- rived home, the savage power of the storm was attested to by the number of houses that had been destroyed, and by the scenes of confusion everywhere evi- denced. Those Technites who yearn for the great open spaces evidently find ways to satisfy themselves, even though they live in the heart of Brooklyn. Several students related events which occurred on hunting or fishing expeditions. Here, DONALD RASHAP of C21, describes a hunting trip. The snow was glistening on the ground and a sharp tangy wind was whistling through the trees when we started out in the early morning. We car- ried on our backs heavy packs, and across our backs guns sparkled as the sun's rays hit them .... There were many thrills that day and night, flying across the ground on snowshoes, waiting with bated breath to fire, the spine-tingling thrill as the rifle bucks against your shoulder and the target falls, the deepening twilight with the sunset shining across the snow, and finally the camp in the wilderness and the howls of the wolves. In a similar way, JOHN DENNER- LEIN of E21, captures the atmosphere of a partridge hunting trip. Sunday morning we were up bright and early, and after breakfast we went out in the woods again. The weather was dry, and all the leaves were on the ground, leav- ing all the trees but the stately pine en- tirely bare. The air was crisp and so were the small twigs that waited for somebody to step on them, so as to snap and warn any game nearby. It would seem that luck is not always on the side of the hunter, for the author says, perhaps rue- fully, The partridge is a fast bird, and you have to be a little bit faster to get him. As a form of excitement, JOSEPH MURPHY of C11, recommends weak fishing. On one trip, he had become dis- couraged at lack of success, but then, . . there came a vicious tug at my line, and the rod bent so that the tip and butt ran parallel. After about twenty minutes of give and take, when I was as tired as a dog, the hsh was subdued, and was hauled into a boat by means of a net. The last story represents a happy end- ing, but less fortunate was MARTIN KAPLIN of Fl2. He tells how he went fishing with several others, and, at one time, had attracted a fish to his hook. The fish has by now eaten off most of the worm and is trying for the piece that is over the hook. Then, as if from no- where, a line is dropped a few feet away from you. The slight ripple catches the fish's attention, and the new and juicy worm has his affection. With a dart, he jumps upon the worm and sinks the hook deeply into his mouth, Then, as though lightning has struck, he is pulled to the surface, the proud possession of-the cap- tain. More unusual in the long list of Tech- 23