East New York Vocational High School - Crossroads Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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JUlIHNtY lHHIlllIlH tHSl Ntl YHHK OUR YEARS AGO we entered East New HZ: York. Eour yearsl lt seems such a short time, and yet here we are, ready to leave. As in old age, scenes of youth return. Memories of our freshman days rush upon us. . The Herkimer Street Annex was out of this world in every sense of those wordsl Each day we climbed those endless stair- ways to the third floor. Each day we groaned and grumbled. Each day we were pacified with the thoughts of the main building, for soon we would ride in elevators just as the seniors did Cso we were toldl. Why, some of us had already purchased our elevator passes in preparation for that day. Oh, but ignorance is bliss-and we were blistersl ln September, l942, we were transferred to the main building, and we felt suavely sophisticated when we replied that we were third termers to the inquiries of some elderly people. We have since learned that those people were the omnipotent seniors. December 7, l94l had come and gone, but so far the war had not yet seemed to touch us. The attack on Pearl Harbor, how- ever, had not only changed the course of events of our country but had also changed drastically the country's entire educational system. We took definite war courses to prepare us for the future. We were given Red Cross instructions in the art of First Aid. We ban- daged and splinted each other energeti- cally. We were also asked to participate in the pleasant bone-breaking Health Educa- tion activity, Commando Tactics. Then there was a Service Honor Roll placed in the lobby to remind us of the boys in the service who were fighting for us. We also felt the loss of many of our teachers to the services, but the vision of the safer and more secure world for which they were fight- ing helped to compensate for our loss. But life still had its light side. We consid- ered ourselves sharp in those days, With sloppy sweaters and dirty saddles we were right in there diggin' the jivef' But that was mild. Because then came the zoot suits. They were really something! Why, if your pants weren't pegged to l2 inches and your key chain didn't trip you every time you took a step you just weren't hep. The musical trend was one of the main factors that influenced our clothing fad. Benny Goodman came out with a really hot rendition of String of Pearls and soon that song had each and every female hep cat in town wearing a string of pearls and then - ah, love of the girls' lives - then came Erankiel And with him came the bow ties, bobby socks, All or Nothing at All, Sun- day, Monday and Always. Ahl Music was so sweetl As time went on we learned to become sales-resistant to the familiar appeals. For example, here it was the first day of school. No sooner were we seated and relaxed in those soft comfortable seats, than up popped the super-salesman. You heard, loin the G. O. or Wouldn't you like to go to the baseball game? lust think, a dime will do it. lt was not that we were lacking in school spirit, for there is no one among us who wouldn't do or die for dear old E. N. Y., but we were financially embarrassed. This was life at East New York. We shall miss the smells around the shop, the sgueaks and the booms of the band tuning up, and the teachers' constant Leave by the front door. We shall miss all the good times. Al- though we didn't suspect it at the time, even the hard work was fun. We never thought we'd see the day, but here it is, We're going to miss our old E. N. Y.l Carle I. Salley, 8Ell - .... S DOJSSOJO Q.

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Complimenfs of Hue Firsi' Grodua'I'ing Glider Class SAVGA, +o Mr. Sfevenson, Mr. SmeH'zer and The Fcculfy