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

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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.

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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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THE PRAYER By ALLAN DROSSIN, 71 and HOWARD BROWNSTEIN, 71 Many prorninenl radio it-rip: wrilerf, during the pair few yearr, have tended lo adapt for radio presentation zfarioui' literary forms: the short Jlory, the play, the novel, and, mor! revently, poetry. The following radio Jrript if an adaptalion of Amelia jorephine Burr'r poenz, The Prayer. SOUND: Walla walla of zfoieer, squeak- ing wagon wheels, hoof heatr, row hells, ovvarional rifle rholr. MARIE: How much more of this, Mother, how much more? MOTHER: Hush, Marie, I don't know, dear. Emile, do you think the dog is- still alive? The children were so fond of him. EMILE: Were lucky to have escaped with our own lives without worrying about the dog. MOTHER: Yes-yes. I pray that Charles can withstand this hardship. CHARLES: Mommy, I'm hungry. MOTHER: Yes, I know, Charles, dear. But we must keep going-just a little while longer. SOUND: Hoof heats' mining near. EMILE: frallingj Soldier, how close be- hind are the German troops? SOLDIER: Four or five miles. You'd better hurry if you want to keep out of German hands. Hurry, good peo- ple, hurry! SOUND: Horfe galloping away, uoiref of people rifing, general exrilenzent rising and Ihen fading into MUSIC: Up .frrong and ou! fart. NARRATOR: Query quieflyj I saw these people. I saw them on the road. In August, 1914, the German army in- vaded Belgium, creating havoc among the peasants by forcing them from their homes, destroying their property, forc- ing them to flee. Stray shrapnel claimed many innocent lives. Many parents were left childless, and many children were left parentless. Some people might lose faith, but these did not. Even children retained their faith in the face of Hre-with the blood of their parents soaking into the earth. SOUND: Shells hunting and mafhine gun fire up and under. NARRATOR: I wonder what you would have said if you had been in Furnes with me that night. It was ruin past all words, horror where joyous com- fort used to be, and death-not clean, quiet death, for all day long, the great shells tore the little that remained like vultures on a body that still breathes. All day-but the night was still. SOUND: Shell fre and gun! out quickly. NARRATOR: I looked about the ghastly wilderness that once had been the vil- lage street and saw no other life ex- cept a Belgian soldier, shadowy among the shadows, and a little group of chil- dren creeping from a cellar and hur- rying home. One, older than the rest- so little older I-mothered them along till all at once a stray shell whmed suddenly out of the gloom and burst near by. SOUND: Quick foolxtepf. MARIE: Come, children, we must hurry home. SOUND: Shell hurrting rlofe hy. Crying of children. PIERRE: Do you think there will be something to eat tonight? SOUND: Shell bursting. 27