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

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141515 04414 very Hrst day in the FND FIEIY EEL TO WIELD EA? ACLI'Yll'l'l8l 5 IUOLUQGIQCI! shops. Wie were experiencing the won- drous sensations of possession and fear as we gazed wide-eyed at the massive ma- chines. ln a few short weeks we would he their masters. And . . . then the spell was broken by the shop teacher. telling at gory anecdote about the poor unfortunate fellow at that mai-hine lust term who . . . LEGAL FORGING , ' .'f' .fQ , Q LITTLE SHAVERS IN THE WOOD GROUND CREW 'Ii-IEEE WAS FUN, 'VO 'go up H F1 ll 66 .f t' Qi fr .X 99 E W E 4, W, i X Hi 4 ' u iii. T' , ,Ziff E . W A ' 'J' 1, MW? E I3 il! H4 . -bg W, ,I ' Ang ' Q 7 3 TT L ' u,-1,177 'Q Y be . - life, 5 X N -e, ,M We f 4 x 1 Akwiaafm , ff XXPZZ fl i it or XE fix! f Z2 E1 ., S 9 VW THE AERO COURSE FOR THE SAKE OF SCIENCE 9014 AMF? Q 2101-el jf? CL dl8ClC! IOULILKH The Tevlmite who had just told the joke smiled, while his au- dience let loose some terrific groans. Humor. no matter how funny or corny, is a part of Ter-h. It has given us an out- look that will not he daunted hy a tragic situation, and it has given us sturdy armor for a not always cheery world. ll

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r FI I' I fl F IVV N f I f ' ' il- 3 IIT- X I . B ooscs 'rf si U D Y s K , ,, .if -.,,....,...-.nnf CL l'lQlfU Q65 wad 0 fen flfllnlfle OUQIA f fist r THE THINKER AND NO TIME AND A HALF, EITHER jf djeacderj are the masons of educa- tion, hooks are certainly the mortar. For they have a tenacious quality. What Tech- nite, for instance, either past, present, or future, will ever forget that gem entitled Materials of lnrlzzstry? Many a fascinated freshman, fair and simple, has gazed upon its pages to discover. to his delight and houndless joy, the secrets of Forestry! And the sooty secrets of coal and coke! And when it comes to grammar, what is more likely to he remembered than the old favorite Sentence anal Theme? Remem- her the crazy sounds of oral reading in those strange, foreign tongues? Yet. somehow. hooks fortify us. make us stand tall. I g , .. B s- he ? -v I X N A x3 1 1 N ft .I XT. 1 rf' 41115 I 3 H L Y wi 0 4' tv, HI' H ' 5- J - X as ' XSL J F5521 t--t. tx . o f - F. wwf:-. 'EJ P 4, N 1 A K If x Jin- I 'A -Q I 1 ',.. ly N JAM- I .n w , g O Q Q I '- g. XXII ,I I, A T -T I it .Q Tm ' ' I- . ssg-.-5 D A i g l'M A BIT LATE, I KNOW! I0 OUT OF THIS WORLD

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