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

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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

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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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ERAsMUs HALL HIGH SCHOOL RAMBLINGS OF YOUR NEW YORK CORRESPONDENT January 20, 1945 HAT a time we had last night at Oliver Kerner's Greenwich Hideaway! ,Wfe accosted no less a personage than that highly successful theatrical magnate, Murray Moss, with Ruth Levitan, the blues singer everyone's talking about. In the party were Roslyn fFirstenbergJ 0'Reilly, the comedienne, and Jerry Pickman, Pro- fessor Emeritus: in Mathematics, Edith Nelson, Honorary President of the Girl Scouts, and Jack Spevak, that second Grantland Rice. Teddy Banvard, master of ceremonies, introduced Fannette Ducas from Jerome Kern's Wallflower,'. She sang. Enough said. Then Leonard Paris and Jeannie Friedlander danced to Ravel's Bolero,'. Entered Mimi Siegmeister, Americas sweetheart, who doesn't look a day older than when she entered the movies, accompanied by Al Blumberg. We were served by the singing waiter, Eddie fVom Lehnj. Tiring of the noise, we left in the company of Bernice Cohen, that dazzling wench, Anita Seaman, known to the juvenile radio public as Aunt Donetta, and Charles Salerno, wholesale fish dealer . . . Bumped into Max Goldstein, who looked very cold, selling apples .... Passed a placard announcing the arrival of the circus starring Theodore Hirsch as the pretzel-wonder .... Noticed Ethel Bogin and Joey Palazzo on the bread-line, eating eclairs .... Dropped in at Seymour Weiss' school of aesthetic dancing to find it closed and poor Fay Tafiret scrubbing the floors .... Took a bus to Carnegie Hall, where we heard the conclusion of a two-zither concert recital by Selma Modell and Lydia Ranieri. Blanche Shaw, in her usual inimitable style, was the com- mentator. Wandered into Pierre's, where Ginny Saper smiled, showing her gold teeth. Met Dr. Julius Solomon, newly appointed Commissioner of Morgues, with Si Berle, dealer in ceramics, and Betty Bernstein, taxidermist for the better museums, discussing Luckman's third book, Who Cares Anyway? which completes the trilogy known as Thought . The two earlier volumes, Why I Like Football and Why I Don't Like Footballi' were not well received. Leo Moscowitz, Public Enemy No. 27, popped up with his henchmen Spike Munice and Butch Statler. Elaine Rosen, ingenue, in an ice-blue satin gown, waved from an adjoining table, where Paul Rabinowich, now the operator of twenty-eight coal mines, scowled at Robert Graham, thrice-defeated Socialist candidate. Eleanor Solomon and Sylvia Sackler were arguing acrimoniously over the relative conservativeness of their respective papers, The News and The Mirror . We sang our way home to meet Helen Smith, well-known contralto, all excited because Alvin Paul is to play the lead in the new play, Herman Casanova . And so to bed. Ever, Pete Couble Thirty-two