Erasmus Hall High School - Arch Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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ERASMUS HALL HIGH SCHOOL Thirty III On Parents' Night our mas and pas were told How bright their offspring were-how shy-how bold. Soon old New England beckoned Dr. Low, We loved him well, and sadly watched him go. With Dr. john McNeill as acting head, We found a recompense in him instead. The borough swimming title swam our way. The Ghost Train wove a spell both weird and gay. Al Blumberg on the golf course made low score And later in all else came to the fore , We tripped the light fantastic gracefully At the G. O. Council Dance for Charity . Then all too soon, our junior year did close, But at its end, wise Seniors we arose. IV No one of us will e'er forget that year, For Dr. Low, who to our hearts is dear, Stepped aside to let our sorrow heal By the joy we found in serving John McNeill. Dr. Low still smiles down from the wall, A gift presented by Erasmus Hall. Nine hopefuls for G. O. ran in our class, But only three now lead the rev'rent mass: Anita Lee, and jean, and Seymour Weiss, Their leadership gave Senior life its spice. The Senior Arista lifted its voice, In making Edith, Flo, and Ed their choice. Year book pictures in stiff attitudes Mixed up pulchritudes with platitudes. And with Commencement come farewells-alas! Thus ends, yet just begins the Senior Class. Ruth Landowne

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SENIOR YEAR Booic. JANUARY 1935 MERRILY WE GRADUATE I . S Annexites we first began this life- Bewildered-breathless-. Yet unknown the strife Soon to be ours. We thrilled to everything, And knew the bliss a big briefcase could bring. We learned how gay our pedagogues can be By entertaining us delightfully One April evening at the Fac'lty Show- That fiddling, winsome youth was Dr. Low, While Miss Le Blanc assumed the biggest part, And proved the fairy dance is still an art. The day we won from Manual became The start of Sidney Luckman's rise to fame. King's County Hospital was gladdened by The Christmas bags we hlled in gay supply. But soon we turned our backs on Freshmen chores And gained the nonchalance of Sophomores. Il Our leisure-giving year of bliss had fled And most of us were Sophomores instead, Looking wise at those from junior High, And making Freshies bow as they went by. Old Erasmus came on top that year, With pigskin and with puck we had no peer, Among our midst the stars began to shine: As those who were Aris-tidl' got on line, And Seymour Weiss his gay sombrero wore With Spanish medals ,round the brim galore. Out males displayed their powers on Boys' Day And reveled in their supercilious way. And though we found another year had gone, We reached our junior year-and slumbered on. Tufefzty-nifze

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SENIOR YEAR BOOK, JANUARY 1935 FAREWELL We look before and offer Ami pine for what ir not, Our rizzrererz lazugbler With .rome pain ir fmugbz. Om' sweeter! rongr are More I1'7birla fell of fodder! rbozzglotf' -Sbelfey UST as the deep tones of the mighty bell toll at the departing of the old year, so now our hearts ring with the memories of you, Erasmus Hall. The years have gone, and with them many a glorious throng of happy dreams. Within the deep, still cham- bers of our hearts, a dim spectre points its solemn hnger to the beautiful and happy days that have passed. But our door opensltoward the East-a world of light, a world full of opportunities and possibilities. We look forth filled with hope, courage, and faith, and, in the years to come, in moments of despair, sadness or joy, we shall pause to dwell on the tender recollections, the kindred ties, and the touching narratives and incidents which mingle with you, fair Erasmus. We are not leaving you, for there are some things to which we can never say farewell-the friendships made, and the bright memories of happy days spent together -these will continue to live, though the years separate us in the time to come. It seems but yesterday that we entered your protecting walls, and now the time draws near when we must leave you and lend our thoughts and strength to more matured enthusiasms and energies. Sorrowfully and tenderly we must cast out last look at the scenes which are stamped indelibly on the album of our minds, and go forth holding high the banner handed down by those who .have gone before us. Little do we know what the world holds in store for us-perhaps sorrow, perhaps joy. Nor can we prophesy whether we shall wander far or linger near. But as we journey, with hearts sad, joyful, or weary, we shall be able to smile, with a feeling of sweet peace and comfort when we see you again, Erasmus Hall. Eleanor Solomon Thirty-one