Abraham Lincoln High School - Landmark Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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lo launched successfully afier a favor- orable experimenr wiih a proioiype model, vanguard has ialcen iis orbii in +he vasi slcy of lincoln publicaiions. faculiy advisor dr. philip shorr, along wi'rh ediiors walier kwass and richard rosner have closed Jrhe gap ihai had long exisied in 'rhe specrra of lin- coln periodicals-'rhe lack of a social siudies iournal. you will remember ihe log as ihose firsi naive days in mr. grumeHe's iournalism class . . . painsialcingly wriiing headlines, only io have some ruihless ediior subsiiiuie his own . . . desperaie ainiempis io squeeze non- exisieni iniormalrion oui of harried ieachers . . . 'rhe iirsi by-line . . . waiching siudeni afier siudeni crum- ple up 'rhe fruiis of your arduous labor . . . ihe very firsi Time you chanced io see someone's eyes Scan- ning your siory . . . unused and un- wanied feaiure siories . . . imprompiu irips io ihe prinier . . . buf mosl of all, ihe feeling of pride in seeing your siory in prini. ,KY

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arT squad af,-1 , -sn!-L, f A,Q'Eififiy?i'1 ,g5' g3 49 if ....., v a n g u a rd as Treshmen and sophomores, Talcing maior arT I, you were early inTroduced To The arT squad- The only squad in lincoln wiThouT TaculTy supervision. you were inviTed To an aTTer-school meeTing one day, and inTormed oT The responsibiliTies oT arT squad members. no maTTer-This was your goal, and you were going To reach iT. Thus deTermined, you gingerly approached an old squad member, asking him To be your spon- sor . Tor weeks, you worked TogeTher, learning, advising, conTerring, preparing, 'Til The day oT The TryouT. so early . . . so inadequaTe . . . and, in preTecT, The joy oT The words: we are happy To inTorm you ThaT you have been accepTed . . . a Tull-Tledged member, you assumed The respon- sibiliTy oT decoraTing The halls OT lincoln, halls which were your TerriTory Tor 4 years. now you are leaving. and, To you, The arT squad will always remain as a symbol oT The Tun, The happiness, The sadness, The work . . . The beginning.

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some OT us sTood There shaking, oThers mopping Their brows and s+ill oThers iusT TidgiTing. all were silenT. we had losT . .. all The monThs oT pracTice, drills, pracTice, drills, more pracTice and more drills. geT To bed early. do This! don'T do ThaTl ThaT's beTTerl . . . goodl eaTl sTudyl . . . we had worked hard and now we had To be silenT. we were confused. i guiT. iT's Too hard. iT's iusT noT worTh iT-we were all Thinking The same Thing buT none dared To say iT. a voice cracked The silence. iT was The coach. he was Telling us whaT had gone wrong. his voice seemed disTanT and Tar removed. we hardly heard him. as we leTT The school The boosTers gave ouT wiTh a l-i-n-c-o-l-n. iT seemed To say, don'T quiT, keep Try- ing, keep Trying. The l956 TooTball season was a dis- mal' one Tor lincoln. The Team man- aged To win Two ouT of eighT, Tying Two and losing Tour. aTTer a deTeaT aT The hands oT brooklyn Tech in The iniTial encounTer The Team iusT ran ouT of sTeam. i956 became a year oT disappoinTmenT- a year of building Tor The TuTure. The lincoln squad was To build a sTrucTure ThaT would see compleTion one year laTer, on a snow swepT Tield, againsT The same Team which had sTarTed iTs downTall. coach mccaTlrey looked aT The sTaTisTics while The boys saT on The dress- ing room benches. The coach was The only person To speak. The TirsT halT was over and lincoln was losing To The bronx bombers Trom clinTon high. a manager handed ouT some oranges: everyone grabbed Tor Them anxiously. iT was someThing To do: They weren'T doing much againsT clinTon. beTore The Team reTurned To The Tloor everyone puT Their heads in The cenTer oT The roomy There was a hearTy cheer and The cagers ran ouT . . .