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

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What? Only live minutes left! We just started. Something funny around here, yesterday's period seemed longer than to- day's. Holy smokes! There's the bell. Hey, Cf Men and Ink Ira, what did you have for the second? Whataya, crazy? Oh, you had that too, Pete? Woe is me! I should have taken a sick pass. by DOMINICK SCOTTO, C65 Illustrated by Hyman Spieler, 7G5 Since the dawn of time men have been writing in one form or another. In the years that have elapsed since the first author chiseled his masterpiece out of stone, they have evolved innumerable forms for their writings. Out of these, the essay stands out as the most charming and versatile of all. If the writers of the various forms of literary composition were a family, the novelist would be the busy mother who tries to regulate a brood of children, his characters, while keeping a plot boiling and inserting his message whenever his many duties allow him a respite. The non- fiction writer would be the hard-working father who must keep his nose to the grindstone of facts and figures never dar- ing to relax. The poet would be the dandy of the family, who never allowed an unnecessary syllable to disturb his well- ordered meter. But the essayist would have the freedom of an old uncle with an inde- pendent income. He'd be beholden to no man, and might speak his mind on any- thing that took his fancy. It is this privilege that makes the essay. The feeling of friendship that one has with the author of a good essay is never quite duplicated in any other kind of writ- ing. The essayist is like an old friend who drops in for an hour's chat and leaves us with a warm glow. However, lest anyone think that an essay has no use except to afford friend- ship, I will say that anyone who reads essays will have a knowledge of knowl- edge. Men in every field have written of their experiences in ways to make others feel some of their joy in their work. Usu- ally this joy makes people wish to experi- ence the pleasures at hrst hand. The greatest reward in reading essays, however, is the experience of meeting people. I know that in my own case, I felt a keen personal grief when Heywood Broun died. I had read so many of his essays that I felt I had lost a friend. But don't just read my essay on essays and let it end there. Rather, go to any library, get a good anthology of essays, and make a few friends yourself. 8

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control of johnny's actions just in time to stay his hand. Why should he be the one to bring death to this peaceful spot? He need only keep still, and the bee wouldn't sting, but keep on making honey for an- other man. Can the essence of thought be trans- ferred through space without use of words, sounds or visible signs? Who knows? Wliyf did the pilot think of All In a Day friends, and home? What caused him to reflect that no harm could come to him by leaving the oasis of peace undisturbed? The bee and the pilot simultaneously gained altitude, one to find a fresh flower, the other to return to his base. Once again the sun was shining and a light breeze floated over the tiny bit of earth, which by some unseen force had been dedicated as a sanctuary of peace. by HAL BLOOM, C42 Illustrated by Hector Tomassi, 712 Whew! Am I glad that's over? Never did like shop lecture. Someday I'll quit school and I won't have to go through all this. Oh, well, no time to mope around, with that math test coming. I might as well face the music. Well, here she is, 5W8. May I exit more joyously than I enter. Better be quiet or old Hawkeye will have me taking de- tention on my program the rest of the term. Here come the papers. Hey! Give me a clean one this time. I'm sorry Mr. .l--H---, but you see--. Yes sir, Yes sir, I'm sorry, sir. Someday I'll tell that guy what I think of him. What's today's date? You're crazy- that was yesterday. It must be the fifth 'cause we started school the first. How well I remember that! Wow! Look at that first problem. Hey, Mr. J-, we never had that. Sure I was here Tuesday but --. We did. Yes sir, I'll keep Nun-M quiet. I The tangent is the mean proportional between the-the-theggosh, I don't know what, Psst, hey, Curley, how do you do the first? Don't sit there making believe you don't hear me, you rat, because-. Oops--no that wasn't me, Mr. I-M. Might as well try the others. Ha, this looks easy. This equals that, which equals both of them, making the first similar to the third and the fourth similar to the second, which means-. Hey, what am I getting myself into? Quick, Petey, what's the second? Come on, give me a break. Hold your paper up a little, will you? Xxx S - - iff 7

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Science-the Civilization Builder by MARVIN WOLF, C52 Illustrated by Robert Vogel, D61 Over the air waves comes a frantic appeal for help. An epidemic has broken out in a small settlement far from any hospital, far from the serum that would save many lives. Finally the message is picked up and an answer is flashed back, Keep your courage up. Food and serum are on their way. And from the city air- port a lone pilot takes off bearing the life-saving food and serum. Such an occurrence is not uncommon in these days. It dramatizes the advances our civilization has made. Only a short time ago the saving of that settlement would have been impossible. To whom do we attribute this advance, to whom are the people of that stricken settlement in- debted? Of course, you will say that the pilot of the plane was the hero, and, of course, you will be correct. However, with- out the work that a number of men did before him, some in the factories, some in the machine shops, some in the laboratory and astronomical observatory, our hero would not have been needed. No call for help could have been flashed through the air if the physicist Hertz had not discovered the properties of the waves that are named after him, and if Marconi had not developed the means of using those waves which brought forth the wire- less and radio in all their glory. Then our hero could not have flown his plane to the rescue had it not been for two bicycle me- chanics named Wilbur and Orville Wright. But the Wright brothers could never have perfected their flying machine if Gottlieb-Daimler had not produced the gasoline engine. Our pilot could never have navigated his ship to his far-away destination without the contributions of Galileo, the father of astronomy. Finally, there would have been no serum to stop the epidemic if Edward Jenner had not introduced vaccination. And so we can go on and on naming the men who basically helped save that stricken settlement. These men formed the arrowhead of our advancing civilization. These men who made civilization what it is today were not famous statesmen, con- querors, or philosophers. They were and are the men engaged in the mechanical sciences. 9