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

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SPEECHLESS KELLY JULY 26, I943: Mussolini is ousted. Bacloglio is named pre Tech's Celebs Are Presented Here Despite Numerous Requests, Threats S WE TQQK another drag at the weed, we telt a hand on our shoulder. That's enough tor today, boys. You've tinished weeding the campus. Come inside. We need two volunteers. Thrilled at the opportunity to serve the school G.O. President we ioyously tollowed in the tootsteps ot our mentor. Leading us into the again, as we had been doing tor the last six years, oak paneled chamber, he addressed us: Volunteers .... We bolted tor the nearest exit, but the chains held tast. Volunteers, you are to aid Protessor Van Tootree, the eminent psy- chologist. l-le is in this country to make a study ot all stages ot the techni- cal mind. That is, trom your type ot student to Jacoby. With a clap ot thunder and billowing clouds ot sulturous tumes, our mentor vanished. l-lastily translating the inscriptions ot the paneled walls, we arrived at the question which was to be our task. It read thusly: What has Tech clone for you? We made quick tor the cateteria where sat the answers to our questions. Stepping over an S.O.S. at the entrance, we ran into McDonald and Downing ot the Football team. Quick as a tlash we were on our teet again. Boys, we said, what has Tech done tor you? Downing gave us a glassy stare the was wearing contact lensest, smiled at McDonald, and they advanced towards us. Not wishing to iniure them, we sprinted tor the center section. There we tound George Diaman- takos and Bob Kranz, Senior Treasurer and Vice President standing over a prostrate torm. l-lit 'em again, George, Kranz yelled. Nahl said Diamantakos, wiping oti his bloody architect scale. l-le'll pay his dues next time. While walking trom this scene ot typical ,LN Tech lite, we came across a clean-cut youth who was laboriously piling milk containers in pyramids and then mentally computing the altitude ot the BRAINS JACOBY Arista Leader mier WH :

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JULY lO,l943: AHhsinvade ScHy mor is coming trom all directions. Who was that woman I saw you with? That was no woman: that was my quiz robot! Why did the chicken . . . Oh, never mind. You know-Hu- mor. Real, original humor. They are rolling in the aisles, but the Longtellows come and make them put the dice away. And then, dancing. Colored lights, and two solid hours ot dancing to the strains ot a name band. llfveryone is calling them names.l We are getting cheated-the trumpet player is only playing with one lip! Gee, but it's swell. Senior Nighty what an experience! Only once in a lite- time. What's that you say? l DONT? Fitty-tive, huh. All right: Twice in a lite- time. But we all tail together! Senior Night, June '46. Same cast and audience, held over by demand. !Qq6'7v! , A BRIDGE OF BALSA WOOD shown at the 1945 Hobby Show . . . Good Knight, Sweetheart . . . The Art Course. tonight. l-le's thinking. What's he saying, Bill? No answer. Talkative Bill is quiet tonight. l-lis lock ot hair combed back and a tie where one never was, draped around his neck. The voice stops. A mo- ment's silence and a new clear voice begins. Like a set ot jack-in-the-boxes the rows ot students rise up in answer. A name is called. l rise, my teet like lead weights, through the aisle, up the steps. My hand outstretched, l receive a sheet ot parch- ment, a beaming smile, and a hearty handshake. l turn, go down the steps. Graduation is over. E ,L

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AUGUST l5, I943: Americans recapTure K k Triangle Tormed. NVe guickly Tell To our knees as he casT his eyes upon us. Tl-TIS was Howard Jacoby, Leader oT ArisTa, TirsT man in The Senior Class. l-le recognized us and approached, grin- ning Trom brain To brain. DusTing oTT The huge number one he had sewn on his sweaTer, he helpecl us rise and we gave TorTh our humble guesTion: 'lVVhaT has Tech done Tor you? l-Te Trowned, scraTched his head dubiously, and asked, i'YlgoT rocks in your head? Upon The receipT oT This answer we bowed humbly ouT oT sighT. We had enTered The coun- CHIEF BUSHMANN Ter line when The acTiviTies oT Two Seniors blocked S'0'S' Captain our way. They were indusTriously Taking sandwiches Trom The baskeTs, sub- sTiTuTing The whiTe v. rappers Tor green ones, and placing The Tinished prod- -X ucTs on Their Trays. , 3 Go away, said one, The shorTer oT The Two. ij' The oTher, a huge, gangling, Lincoln- .. 'le SQ, like individual looked down. Yes, go ,, Y away. We winced as The Tull power oT his voice hiT us. Recovering, we advanced Timidly. The smaller one Turned To his companion. ArThur, Tell These boys ThaT The l3residenT oT The SID. does noT wish To Conifer wiTh members oT The Press. Vice PresidenT Heeren glared down aT us. PresidenT Kelly has noThing To say. SCISSORS GREENFIELD Survey Editor Vxfe snapped To aTTenTion, saluTed smarTly and To say, ThaT isl our leave Tor The Surrey oTTice. Mauling The 5.0.3. who halTed our deparTure, we realized Too laTe iT was Chiei' lnspecTor Bushmann, Torrnerly oT The Black Dragon SocieTy. Taking advanTage oT The siTuaTion we ran back and sTole his CapTain MidnighT Codograph. As we enTered The Survey oTTice in guesT oT liTerary inTelligenTsia we Tound They had leTT and we were Torced To inTerview The ediTor, Aaron Greenfield. WhaT has Tech done Tor you? He saT back, reTlecTed a momenT, Typing MUSCLES MCDONALD Senior Class President