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

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EN DURANCE Prepare to mount! Mount! We swing into the saddles and wait. Forward ho-oo! Out of the camp and onto the dusty roads we ride. At the head of the troop the guidon flaps in the breeze. The rhyth- mic jingle of the horse gear is a lullaby. An hour passes. We walk our horses, trot, and walk again. Another hour goes by. We travel over paved and unpaved roads, through Helds, woods, and towns. Three hours, and I begin to tire. I long to slouch in the saddle. The stirrup boot buckle cuts into my leg. Now we dismount and adjust equip- ment. The captain strides up and down the line. Keep working those horses' legs. Horses tire, men don't. That's what he thinks. Four hours, and we're really fatigued. Inadvertently I slouch. Sit up there, Kali, the sergeant bawls. At last we reach our bivouac area. But the day's work isn't over yet. Picket lines have to be set up and the horses groomed, fed, and watered. Finally the ordeal is over, and we eat, too. Then we relax, and someone sings out, This is the life-nothing to do but eat and sleep. SELF-SACRIFICE 'Steady now. just a bit more and we'll be through.' This was the doctor. Yes, it was a blood transfusion to save my life. For weeks I had been in a sick bed in the hospital, and finally I had lost so much blood that a transfusion was necessary. more nervous than anything else. All that I could really think of was the red fluid of life coming from a rubber tube into a glass container, ready for my eager arm. But this was not the first. There were nine others. So now I'm made up of many different kinds of Americans-English, Irish, Scotch. But best of all I like to think that I am an unofficial member of the R.A.F. because the Englishman who gave me some of his blood was a captain of the Royal Air Force. IN CONCLUSION The opinion has often been ventured that the deeds men do testify not only to their traits and characteristics but also to the inherent strengths and vir- tues of their forefathers. If we apply this reasoning in trying to anticipate the character of Americans of the fu- ture, we can see them combining the courage, perseverance, and integrity of this era of Americans with their own innovations toward perfection. We therefore need not worry about the future of our nation, but may truly agree with Benjamin Franklin when he referred to America's sun as a rising, not a setting sun. Acknowledgment is made to tbe fol- lowing boy: for their contributionr: Tele- mabor Lainar, 811, Wilbur Van Eyrden, 873 Paul Norrir, 73, james Weaver, 793 Robert Higginr, 72, Howard Goodman, 73, Milton Wilner, 76, Robert Hojjtman, 713 Walter Pyrkowrki, 793 Cbarler Mei- Jelbacb, A615 Sidney Flaum, 711g Wil- liam Scavotl, 72g Stanley Wojtarzek, 79g George Walrb, 88 g Tbomar Hayes, D61g William Crane, 79g Gur Manfredi, 710, William Kallmeyer, E625 Morton Did it hurt? Well, a little bit, but I was Handler, 75. ':-2:5-.1L.L 'q ,rvxrtil tl-' 0,15 f ., , , l'fHflff!. ' AIA . 1' ll' f 'ff 2 L I ' T M ' . - -fre, X 1--Y - , ,

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stacles, there isn't must difference between the modern messenger and the Pony Ex- press rider whom he applauds in the movies with such hero worship. Finding it necessary to work, I ap- plied last summer to the Swedish-Ameri- can Line for a job in the galley, where I had heard they needed helpers. I was assigned to the Ham Com. My job was to wash dishes and peel potatoes when necessary. After a few days I discovered that the job was not as easy as it had seemed at first. My day was full from the time that I washed the breakfast dishes through the afternoon potato peeling to the last supper dishes at nine o'clock, af- ter which I tumbled wearily into bed only to be awakened by the assistant steward, who had found more work for me to do. Later when we got into the tropics, I found the work almost unbearable. The galley was below the water level, and the heat was horrible. The steam from the hot dish water filled the galley, making it almost impos- sible for the workers to see each other, I felt weak all the time, and I must have lost about two pounds a day. When we returned to New York, very few of us signed on for another trip because we had had a taste of the deplorable working con- ditions aboard this floating sweatshop, and we did not think the dollar a day wage worth it. FACING DISCOURAGEMENT One day this summer when I had had it thoroughly impressed upon me that I must work, I set out and made the rounds of employment agencies in New York. I went to many, and I found the results uniform, The directors of personnel seemed pleased with my educational qual- ifications, but rejected my application be- cause of lack of experience. As I rode home, I couldn't help asking myself this vital question: 'How shall we young peo- 8 ple ever get work if every employer wants experience and no one is willing to give it to the newcomer ?' RECOGNIZING LIMITATIONS We had had terrific rains while we were camping on a small island. One morning we awoke to the sound of rush- ing water, and when we hurried to the river's edge, we found that not only had our boat been swept away, but we were endangered by a fire which had been started by lightning and was rapidly spreading. We began to construct a raft, but we were no match for the speed of the fire. The roaring inferno, the fierce clouds of smoke, and the stifling heat forced us to the river's edge. No matter where we turned we had little chance of escape, and indeed we had given up hope when some forest rangers came to our rescue. From this almost disastrous experi- ence I learned that even with man's mod- ern experience as a scientist and tech- nician, he is powerless when Nature is aroused. COURAGE I was employed as a power press op- erator this summer, and the work was so monotonous that it was difficult enough to keep awake after a full night's sleep. But when my friend, the other operator, came in one morning having had only four hours' rest, I was sure something was going to happen. Putting aside my fears, I got on with my work and had stamped perhaps a hundred metal strips when the air was rent with a hysterical scream of pain and fear. I knew by in- stinct whence it had come, and I hurried to my friend's side. As a result of his having dozed at the machine, his thumb was so badly crushed that it had to be amputated. It is true that his accident was the result of his own carelessness, but I cannot help admiring him, because I know that now, despite his handicap, he is back on the job. -

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IDX 1 7 I ODE TO PEACE By CALMAN AMBROSY, E53 A thousand, thousand years ago, Our ancestor, the ape, Perched high upon a lofty tree, Above his roaring enemy, Dropped cocoa-nuts of spheroid shape, Upon the beast below. And then the primal man appeared, No cocoa-nuts used heg A piece of skin he took, and string, And made himself a whirling sling, Then sent his stone unerringly- The weakling now was feared. Then passed a time, a long, long time, The knight came on the sceneg Chain armor, cap, and vest he wore, A heavy shield and lance he bore, He fought for country and for queen- But soon passed knighthood's prime. For now the smoking hre-arms came, Small use your armor, knight! The strong, the weak, the short, the tall ln war are equal, one and allg For skill is now the badge of might, And not brute strength or fame. In every stage, alas! we see Man fighting against man, It's not to help man that he tries, But from his brother's fall to rise, And grasp all treasures that he can, But long this will not be. Another day is drawing near, The pen shall rule that day, At first the populace will use The pen to injure and abuse, But even now, a voice I hear, This too shall pass away. For slowly man will learn to wield His pen in the noblest way, Then, only then, will cease this strife, Then, man will aid man in this life, The brute unto the god shall yield, And joy shall hold full sway.