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Page 17 text:
S GRADUATION NEARS and we are
JAX about to go forth into a world at war,
we pause to look back on our pleas-
ant school days. Almost three years ago,
when we first feasted our eyes upon East
New York, we were awed at the sight of the
various shops with their complicated ma-
chines. Now, sophisticated seniors, with
plenty of practical experience behind us, we
are ready and eager to take our places in
industry or the armed forces.
lt seems such a short while ago that we
were freshmen just out of junior high school
walking through the halls of East New York
when the bell rang for a change of periods.
Little did we realize that instead of going to
the third floor which was our destination, we
would end up in the cafeteria.
Seniors here, seniors there, seniors all
aroundl lt looked as though they were trying
to subjugate the poor unfortunate third term-
ers, At first we tried to adapt ourselves to
the idea that the seniors were lords and mas-
ters. But gradually we became adjusted and
able to take care of our rights.
A year passed quickly and we were in
fifth term. Until then we had had rather
vague ideas of homework but then things
began to happen as though Stukas were
diving all around dropping their bombs of
destruction-homework in English, math,
science, economicsl What had we done to
deserve such a fate as this?
Many of us, alas, spent part of the seventh
term in Mr. Garity's office. Gee, what a won-
derful man he is, so straight and tall with a
dignified look. We can still feel his friendly
hand on our shoulders and hear his llWhat
have you done now? in a gruff but friendly
The eighth term which was going to be our
paradise-in-the-sun now became a synonym
for an obstacle course for Marines training
for overseas duty. But soon graduation day
will be here and the piece of paper for which
we worked so hard will be in our possession
representing the fulfillment of our dreams
and ambitions. And East New York will be
but a happy memory.
1 S DOJSSOJO
Page 16 text:
T LONG LAST our four years of high
A school have come to an end. Regret-
fully we, the dressmaking graduates
of l945, look back upon those four years and
wonder where they have fled, for those final
years of school life are what we remember
As we began our freshman year with the
black clouds of war hovering overhead,
when the tragic blow was dealt on Pearl
Harbor, it was only natural for us to become
interested in war work. We did our utmost
to sell war bonds and stamps. We knitted
afghans, did Red Cross work, aided scrap
drives, sent packages overseas and even had
ot pin-up contest for our favorite servicemen.
ln our Power Operating class we made gar-
ments for neighboring hospitals and clothing
for the poor and war-torn refugees. This
training helped us to make professional gar-
ments and also taught us to be charitable,
helpful and considerate of our fellow men.
A glow of pride fills each member of our
class whenever we hear references to the
fashion show that took place during our sixth
term. We worked like busy bees to make it
the success it was.
Another memorable event was the Christ-
mas party of our last year at East New York.
Who in 8TD can ever forget it? The spirit that
prevailed there was one which has been
with us for four years and which we expect
to take with us into the business world and
into our almunae group.
Many of our boys and girls learned to
dance and became social successes through
our efforts in starting a dancing club. Our
requests for this club were granted this term,
thanks to the teachers who so willingly gave
their time after school.
But now all these things are happy recol-
lections for us. As we graduate we are proud
to have received the finest education pos-
sible and to have had the guidance and
instruction of the best teachers. We have
spent four pleasant years at East New York
Vocational High School and our gratitude
can be shown only by our living up to the
ideals and training we have acquired here,
Page 18 text:
N that memorable day, September
ll, l942, we walked slowly and tim-
idly through the halls of East New
York to start our new careers. We had high
ideas of becoming machinists until Mr. Hil-
gard's talk, and then many of us wondered
if we were good enough to become plumb-
ers. As we entered the portals of E. N. Y. that
day, we marvelled at the beauty and grace
of the building. A few days afterwards we
tightened our belts as we sought to cone
quer the gray, sinister machines, as well as
Miss Gillespies War Vocabulary.
What a thrill it was to turn in our first jobs
-only to return to our benches dismayed by
the first encounter with that famous and
well-worn handbook, l-iilgards Bible!
However, in spite of everything we suc-
ceeded in mastering the early stages of
thread cutting, tool bit grinding, etc. As our
freshman year drew to a close, we worked
in the intense heat of Old Sol, for it was
against the well-known Code of Ethics to
loosen a collar button, or tie.
Then came the fifth and sixth terms. We
breathed a little easier now, for we could
not be looked down on as lowly freshies.
We walked about with an air of self-conf?
dence, as though the Battle of E. N. Y.
were half won. Little did we dream that our
greatest trials and tribulations lay before
us-tortures such as Mr. Schiffmans Chem-
istry, and the Mechanical Laboratory. We
were tempted to take a few days off and go
on a spree to the Paramount, but thirst for
knowledge invariably led us back to the
straight and narrow. And so we plodded
along, and with the work we had our mo-
ments of joy. Can we ever forget the fun
we had with the exuberant Mr. Seidler?
These days will forever remain with us as
a happy memory.
Our Day finally arrived. With a rush to
the G. O. store, we purchased our senior
buttons, which signified our right to be the
freshmen's terror. But during that brief and
anxious wait for our cherished diplomas, we
ourselves were terrorized by Mr. Wards
terrible black squares. However, a change
came over the class. We no longer delighted
in paper aeronautics and other diversions,
for trying times had struck. It was with sor-
row and pride that we watched our friends
leave one by one for the wars.
We will long remember our Alma Mater,
and its patient teachers who gave us light
for the darkness of our ignorance. We will
never forget our classmates who will be felf
low comrades-in-arms, co-workers in the
construction of a free, happy world, and fel-
low citizens in its most wonderful country.
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