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

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A DAY IN TECH By STANLEY ROSENBLUM, A62 NE DAY I arrived at Tech at the usual time f9255J, got a late pass and two ' ceeded to my class with a spring in my step and a whistle on my lips. The morning passed quickly and soon I found that it was time to go to gym. I usually have a good time in gym, but as I found out later, this was not to be the case today. It came like a bolt from out of the blue, when Mr. Onorato informed us that everyone in my line had to skin the cat. Like most Technites I had never been within ten feet of the highbar and I had hoped to graduate from Tech without getting any closer. We lined up in front of the highbar, like condemned men wait- ing to be beheaded. Soon I heard the teacher say, It's your turn now, Rosen- blum. Amid the encouraging remarks of my classmates, such as, You can break your neck only once, Rosy, I proceeded to try the exercise. I mounted the bar with much help from the teacher and my classmates. Then I put my feet through the space between my hands and found myself in a very awkward position. I : days' detention, and pro- looked around and saw that even Mr. Prestopino looked like a giant from where I was. Soon the blood started to rush to my head and my stomach began to feel queer so I disentangled myself and dropped off the bar. I thought I was pretty good and that I might even become a squad leader with a little practice. I was awakened from my reverie by the sound of Mr. Onorato's voice saying. That was terrible so you'll have to do it over again. I remembered how my stomach ached and how my head felt so I said that I wouldn't go through that again for all the tea in China. That is when I first met my Group Adviser. He is a swell fellow, but I wish I had met him under better circumstances. That afternoon I was literally a broken man for I now had seven days' detention. On the train home I carefully planned to run away and join the foreign legion. The next morning I was at school bright and early, at 8:00, waiting for Mr. Parker. I had found out from my Dad that the United States had no foreign legion and I had decided that Tech wasn't such a bad school after all. .JW P W !,,f,,::,,G,,,,,,,,,.,,,...g: ..... .... ....... ,,',??:,g., , , .2 fr' 1 -. Ag. ,, '-Q, .-s fl ' -- I ..........--.....,..,.....st . 25

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nites' experiences were those of the stu- dents who had travelled to foreign lands. Among them was GREGORY FERREN- TINO of A13, who in 1939 traveled to Greece. A few days after our arrival, we went on a tour of Athens, the capital city of Greece. We visited the famed Par- thenon, with its sturdy marble columns. It was a beautiful sight to behold, this ancient temple, which had withstood the storms and tempests of three thousand years. It truly showed the glory that was Greece. J. NEUBERGER of F22 tells a similar tale. That one day in which I stayed in Paris I will remember all my life. Never will I forget the sight, when the Arch of Triumph, under which rests the Unknown Soldier, loomed before me. Always will I recall the sights I saw from the Eiffel Tower, the magnificence of the world fa- mous Cathedral of Notre Dame, and the lights of the great city reflected in the blue waters of the Seine. At least two Technites have experiences to tell that should make other students pause and think. Here ROBERT KLEIN of A21 tells of his life in Austria after the country came under the domination of Germany. We were very fortunate because nothing happened to us that did not also happen to other people. By this I mean that my father did not have to go to a concentration camp, nor did my mother have to scrub the streets, as so many others had to do .... At last, in September, 1938 ,... we were free to leave Austria. Before we crossed the bor- 24 der we were thoroughly searched, but eventually we reached Zurich in safety. . . . At Cherbourg we boarded the 'Queen Mary.' During the four days we spent on the boat I had the first good and carefree time in six months. On the fifth day we arrived safely in New York. On the nine- teenth of September, 1938, we completed our journey to freedom. J. BENDER, A21, describes the hard- ships of his youth in Germany in the fol- lowing sentences: Our sole purpose in life, it seemed to me, was to work to pay taxes and debts. Meat was served only on Sundays, or when visitors came. Potatoes were served every night, and the only fruit was apples, cherries, and oranges, that is, when in season, and then only at high cost. I was growing up and life seemed to look harder each year. My fu- ture, since one must be wealthy to go to high school-was that I should, like all the others, learn a trade when I graduated from grammar school .... Today, how- ever, I am attending Brooklyn Tech and hoping for a future career as an en- gineerf' On reading through these excerpts, one is struck by the number and variety of experiences described. Each one repre- sents a moment in some student's life that will long be remembered. Is it not fair to assume that each one of us has a similar memory, perhaps trivial, perhaps impor- tant? Think a moment. What event in your life remains most clearly in your memory? What was your most interesting experience?

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26 THE SPIRIT IN THE MAN i 1 STUART H. GESCHEIDT, 711 Long ago, when nature Started Man upon his climb Along the endless road of life Witli others. Soon the time Came when 'twas found That he was better than the rest. Of Mother Nature's children Man became, by far, the best. 'Tis said the gift of reason Lifted him above the brute. True though this is, there's something else That's really at the root Of the ease with which he bests The lower groveling pack. One thing has made him speed his march Ahead, instead of back. 'Tis not an instinct of the beast. His secret of success. lt is the will to better life, That no beast can possess. The brute's content to live If his hunger's satisfied. Man, for things far from this bound Has dreamed, and fought, and died. He's gone far on the endless Road of life since he began, Could he have done it, if there were No Spirit in the Man? No matter which of Earth's Great far-flung races you would scan You'd always see, and glaclden, that, There's Spirit in the Man! lah.