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

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US... ANNA: I'm frightened, Marie! MARIE: But no! You mustn't be fright- ened, Anna. You mustn't cry. That is not brave, that isn't French. Look- there is a crucifix. Come-let us say our evening prayer. NARRATOR: I was there and I saw it. I saw her lead her frightened brood across the way to where there stood a roadside Calvary, bearing its sad, in- domitable Christ. Strange how the shells will spare just that. I saw so many - There they knelt, poor inno- cents, hands folded and eyes closed. I stole across and stood behind them. MARIE: We must say our prayers. Our Father which art in heaven . . . CHILDREN: Hallowed by thy name . . . MARIE: Thy kingdom come . . . CHILDREN: Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven . . . SOUND: Shell hunting flare hy. MARIE: ftrying lo control Johrj Give us this day our daily bread . . . fPau.re ar Jhe waits for rerponre which doex not come, then repeating urgently, Give us this day I know, I know, prayer Qrohhing Give us this day for-for- ALBERT: Forgive we forgive those our daily bread . . . but we must say the quite openly nowj our daily bread and us our trespasses as who trespass against SOUND: Childrerfr voicer repeating lhe rert of lhe Lord'J Prayer with Alberfr voice leading all of them. Keep low in hachground as NARRATOR: I turned, amazed, to see who spoke the words that they could not. It was the soldier of the shadows. I raised my eyes and looked into the face of Albert, the King. I have no words to tell you what I saw . . . only I thought that while a man's breast held a heart like that, Christ was not-even here-so far away. SOUND: Voirer, with Albert leading, up into lrizfmphanl VOICES: For Thine is the Kingdom, the power, and the glory forever. Amen. MUSIC: Up to crercendo and ont. PENNY WISE, DOLLAR FOOLISH By ROBERT KUDLICH, 711 OBODY is sillier than the amateur photographer who save a few pennies I do not mean to imply that the photographer should avoid all but the most expensive equipment, but he should avoid that equipment which gives inferior results. There is a great deal of good equipment on the market, reasonably priced. But the photographer who buys a cheap, second hand enlarger may have to discard it and buy a new one, a procedure which is 28 obviously a waste of money. Photography is an expensive hobby, and money is pre- cious. For Christmas I received a good cam- era-not the best, but one capable of pro- ducing good results. I immediately went out and bought an exposure meter-not the accurate and expensive photo-electric type, but the cheap and inaccurate ex- tinction type. Then my troubles began. Instead of getting the good, accurately exposed negatives my camera was capable of producing, I got either black, dense negatives or negatives without images.

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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

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I finally had to buy another meter, this time a good one. But even this experience did not cure me. It is said that a baby once burnt will avoid fire, but not I. A few weeks later I went out to buy a flash-gun. There is a flash-gun made especially for my camera, and since it 'is reasonably priced, I natu- rally tried to get that first, but none of the camera stores I went to had it in stock. I finally went to a well-known camera store and bought, second-hand, a well-known type of gun. I was delighted with my bargain -until after I had tried to use it. It worked fine-sometimes. I wasted more than half a dozen fiash- bulbs before I finally discarded the gun. The Hnal result was the purchase of a new gun. The price of the first one I chalked up to experience. There are none so deaf as those who will not hear, and there are none so dull as those who will not learn. I was in a camera store, just looking around, when I came across a bargain in enlarging paper. At least I thought then it was a bargain. I should have known better. The paper was plainly labeled seconds, and it cost only about half of what I had been used to paying. I bought a package and took it home to try it. Thank goodness, I didn't buy more! I went through the usual pro- cedure involved in enlarging, and all MY MOTHER'S FACE went well until I put the print into the hypo. When I turned on the white light, I saw that the print had a distinct yellow- ish tint. I figured it might be the fault of one of the chemicals, so I took a piece of paper which I knew to be good and went through the same procedure. Because the result was a good, normal enlargement, I knew that the paper I had bought at a bargain was at fault. This was the final proof needed to convince me that false economy in photography leads only to more expense and disappointment. I have learned from these experiences something that most older people already know! You get only what you pay for and nothing more when you buy some- thing. Of course, there are exceptions to every rule. A man may pay a dollar for an old broken camera and find that he has bought a museum piece, but cases like these are rare. Usually if you pay a dollar, you get a dollar's worth and nothing more. A photographer who wants good results should buy equipment which has been found satisfactory by other photog- raphers. If he buys used equipment, he should buy it in a reputable camera store, and should inspect his prospective pur- chase before buying. If he follows these rules and remembers that one gets noth- ing that he doesn't pay for, he will not go far wrong in buying his equipment. By GEORGE KIRCH, A41 Of all the things I'll ever love, A beautiful tree in a beautiful place, A red, red rose, the coo of a dove, I'll always love my mother's face. A colored leaf is a thing to see, And a thrush's song my heart enthralls. But of all the things I've ever seen, My mother's face is best of all. The sail of a schooner against the sky, Day-dreaming, while looking into space. Following sea gulls across the sky, I always see my m0ther's face. 29