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

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thrilling of schoolboy athletic contests. The impos- ing galaxy of stars, including Sam Hall and Ricky Ayala, serve notice to those who are still to come that they have inherited a rich tradition of hoop history. The members of the Eastern District nine will look at this yearbook with more than passing in- terest. Undoubtedly they will look first under HC of the senior record section. If they find the smiling face of one Lawrence Contillo, theyill he very happy. Why? Simply because they've been humbled in two successive campaigns by our twin no-hit-kids Sonny Sundstrom and Skippy Con- tillo. .H f,, its ' x I , , 3. -7 i V Q r ' ' J I l .M HY Larry lSkippyl Contillo is carried 'from Ebloets Field on the shoulders ot his teammates atter pitching his no-hitter against Hamilton. L. ' , A high throw pulls Sam Markowitz ott 'First as a Midwood runner slides sately in. That 194-8 Boro Championship Nine should long be remembered, and their offensive and de- fensive skills can be a target for the Diamond- men of the future. An outfield of Doria, Dragotta, and Ferrare will be hard to match. We recall how we sat under the broiling sun on ,lune 8, 1948 at Ebbets Field to watch the Wagner- men cross bats with Lincoln for Boro laurels. We remember Sal l7errare's rifle shot peg that cut down an Honest Abe runner with the poten- tial tying marker, and preserved our 1-0 victory. The remnants of that great aggregation-Bob Doria, fleet outfielder, Sam Markowitz, flashy first-sacker, Stratos Kantounis, and Ed Sayegh- leave with us. Stratos Kantounis dives tor third in an encounter with Cleveland. l K' E ss 9 5 3 Y N , ,,4

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Wie were wide-eyed freshmen then. We watched in awe as Gordon Fleming shredded the opposi- tion lineg as Frank Downing flipped bulletlike passes to sharply cutting endsg as Vinnie Birra and George Salvino cracked through to smear enemy playsg as Vince Monobianco and Murray Gecht- man fed each other for hard-driving lay-up shots. We read of the exploits of Dick Truesdell and parable Lennie Steiner as he raked his opponents' heroes were so distant that we couldn't imagine the successors would be our intimate friends. We progressed to the second year. We watched our throats as Willy Scharf bade us farewell by sickbed and inspiring his mates to a victory over Jefferson, our traditional hardwood foeg as lanky Sonny Sundstrom throttled the of the incom- baseline. Our day that their with lumps in getting out of opposition with his whip-like curve and overpowering fast ball. ' We kept growing older. We thrilled to the cat- like grace of Harry Guthmullerg to the slugging of Sal Ferrare, Dick Becker, and George Priggeg to the fifth man in the enemy backfield, Tiger Charley , Assiff. We have never had a championship basketball squad, but each season Mr. Goldmanis charges have managed to place high in their division. Each season a new individual star has sparked his mates to a creditable record. The classic court battles against the perennial powerhouse, Jeffer- son, rank in our memories as some of the most l 1 1 z lClockwisel Ricky Ayala, Sam Hall, Nick Setzer, Hank Duckham, and Ron Bartolema make ready to take the court under the eye ot Coach Goldman. l Ron Bartolema cuts through the Hamilton defense to score for the Blue and White. Ricky Ayala executes an entrechat in an effort to tally against Boys High in an encounter played on the Tech court.

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It was the night of November 7, 1947 at Eb- bets Field. We were among 20,000 frost-bitten fans yelling ourselves hoarse, as we watched our grid Warriors clear their last hurdle on their way to their ultimate destination by smacking down Boys High, 21-6. The finish, a week later, was anticlimactic. Our grid machine proceeded to flatten Manual, 39-19. The Cirollomen were City Champs, undefeated and untiedl A year later 119485 in the same stadia we alternately fretted and groaned with lumps in our throats, or tried vainly to exhort our heroes to greater heights, as our three-year dominance of N.Y.C. football came to an end on a missed con- version against Manual. Ben Mione streaks tor the goalline-iust ahead ot a would-be Lincoln tackler. Bob Jasinski is brought to earth by two Lafayette tacklers after making a short gain. The Tech bench gazes with anticipation at the action taking place on the Hempstead gridiron. Every man on that unforgettable 1947 squad was at star in his own right. 'ln front of our spec- tacular field general, Ben Mione, and his back- iield magicians, Gene Uehlinger, Murray Jones, and Joe Gragano, was a hard-charging, unyielding forward wall. In the middle of it was Norm Carney. He was flanked by the two Bills, lannen and Wetzel, and they in turn collaborated with the two Charlies, Metzler and Assiff, to rip gaping holes in the enemy line. Vince Turrini and Bill Ryan, a pair of fleetfooted wingmen, were a deceptive pass-catching duo. This year's squad loses Thor Gjelsten through graduation. . Q W W by is txt? GN V1