Fort Hamilton High School - Tower Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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SERVING OUR COUNTRY TO TI-IE GRADUATING CLASS OF JANUARY, I945: ' I'm very happy To have This chance To send my personal wishes Tor TuTure success To all The graduaTing seniors. I've Icnown and enjoyed The associaTion wiTh many oT you beTore my enTrance inTo The army. Well over a year has Tlown by, buT I sTill have many pIeasanT mem- ories oT numerous individuals. I regreT noT having been able To conTinue on wiTh you To wiTness your ioy on graduaTion, s+iII I'm very proud To have been able To do my IiTTIe biT in our counTry's eTTorT aT This Time. I wish you all success in your TuTure plans and careers. I hope ThaT you soon sTarT and conTinue Them in a world aT peace. Sincerely, Cpl. IvIorTon G. STone. CPI.. IVIORTON G. STONE, John DonoTrio, I7.oberT Dale, Erwin I-Ieine, James Andrews, Theo. I-Iavness, RoberT Delaney, John Cyriazhs, ViTo Roselli, Sigurd Foss, Donald I-Iarris, George Jorgensen, Joseph Vurpura, James Ivlazzeo, RoberT Wagner, George Moser, John STendera, George Johnson, Francis Keane, Edward Cassidy, John Sheehan, Jos. Swenson, Gerard Finnegan, William Scully, Edward Barry, Douglas BaTT, Saul Newman, David DunseaTh. 7

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DEDICATION We, The Seniors oT January, I945, dedicaTe our yearbook To The boys Trom our class ThaT are now in The armed Torces. This dedicaTion is buT a small parT oT The pride and graTiTude we Teel Toward Them. We are proud in The knowledge ThaT They are parT oT us, The living nucleus oT The youTh OT America. We are graTeTul Thar They have so graciously Taken over The Tremendous Task oT preserving The ideals which have been handedidown To us Trom our ToreTaThers. On December 7Th, I94I, Pearl l-larbor was aTTacked by The Japanese. IT didn'T mean much To us Then. We were very young and unconcerned wiTh The world. We had a liTeTime ahead oT us and we ThoughT oT The TuTure wiTh hope and eagerness in our hearTs. We never ThoughT ThaT some oT us would TighT and die To make ThaT hope oT The TuTure a realiTy. BuTg now we are a liTTle older and a liTTle wiser. We have TelT The Touch oT war and deaTh. Many oT our boys know whaT iT is To TighT and many will noT come back because They prized democracy and Treedom more Than They prized Their own lives. lT is inconceivable To us ThaT These boys are now maTure young men who are TighTing and dying To-r Their counTry. We knew Them when They were 'The kids around The corner' and 'The guys in our cliem. class'. BuT They're noT around The corner anymore. They're in France, Belgium, lTaly: They were on The beachheads aT Anzio and Siapanq They are in every parT oT The world where There are American Troops: They're TighTing in places ThaT we've never heard oT before:-in iungles and on deserTs: in swamps and on mounTains. Yes, They are TighTing, buT noT because They wanT To. They are TighTing be- cause iT is The only way They can show whaT is in Their hearTs. When we leave ForT l-lamilTon High School This January, addiTional numbers oT us will go inTo The armed Torces. OThers will conTinue Their educaTion by enTer- ing college and The resT oT us will sTarT ouT in The business world. No maTTer where we go or whaT we do we will always Think oT The boys Trom our Senior class ThaT could noT be here Tor graduaTion. We will always remember Their courage and sTrengTh. To These boys The Senior class ioins in saying:- God be wiTh you 'Til we meeT again. GRACE DELANEY 6

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TO THINE GWN SELF As The moon emerged Trom iTs hazy covering behind The soIiTary cloud in The sky, iT shone upon a prosTraTe Torm, lying on The whiTe sand, legs and arms Tlung Trom The lean body. MomenTs passed. MomenTs in which The waTer whispered soTTIy as iT passed over The gIisTening pebbles and Then swiTTIy receded again. IvIomenTs in which The oTher worldiness oT The scene seemed To permeaTe The whole being oT The man and make him grow more quiescenT wiTh every second. Two o'cIock in The morning and my Train leaves aT 6 . . . his eyes opened Tor The TirsT Time and he sTared unseeingly aT The cold, unconcerned moon. I-Iis Tace was sensiTive and mobile, The mouTh was Turned up aT one end inTo a sorT oT ironic smile, The upper parT oT his Tace had a perpefual look oT wonder, The IeTT eyebrow was always raised in quizzical amusemenT aT The world. IT was a Tace ThaT poked good-naTured Tun aT The Tollies oT people, iT was a Tace ThaT iusT sTopped shor'T oT cynicism. The amusemenT had IeTT his Tace, Though only The guesTioning eyes and The impulsive lips-now TighT wiTh repressed anger, remained. The momenT ThaT comes To all men, The momenT in which They reTreaT To a quieT spoT and ponder on quesTions ThaT have defied probing Tor cenTuries, had come To This boy . . . he was only I9 . . . early. IT was Time Tor him now To make peace wiThin himseIT and To decide on his aTTiTude Toward IiTe and The world he would be in . . . The TaTes allowing . . . Tor The nexT half-cenTury. I-Ie Turned so ThaT he could see all The splendid immensiTy oT The scene-The sky dark, The moon briIIianT, The sea quieT and diaphonous wifh The sTrangesT mixTure oT colors-grey and silver and green and blue and black: and The lonely expanse oT clean, smooTh beach: and The iuTTing islands To The IeTT, and inTiniTe waTer ThaT was The ATIanTic, sTraighT ahead. The gods were Truly aT peace This nighT. The boy began To speak. To speak as if expecTing an answer Trom The waTer and The sky and The beach. Once upon a Time-noT so long ago in years, buT already awTuIIy hard To remember . . . There was a diTTerenT world. IT was a world oT IaughTer. The IaughTer of The high school kids as They sTreamed ouT oT school aT The sTroke oT 3: The IaughTer oT The kids aT The soda TounTain on Friday nighTs: The cheerTuI smile on The clerk aT The candy' sTore as he handed a IiT+Ie girl 3 caramels Tor a sTicky, 'i TighTIy cIuTched penny, The mixTure OT IaughTer .fbi U, 'I fl ,5 and envy when one oT The boys ran away and QT,-11 -,cf-5' Iii! 'oined The Nav . A irI in ever orT The s., j , 5, I Y Q Y rv Y ,,,,gf,1, G . ' winked aT each oTher. ThaT was The Time when - gauge-J.g:..n . . . every moTher in Town did n-oT have a son in The Navy. ThaT was The Time when The newesT v ii? Y cliche was We musT do someThing Tor Those '4 9, ,ss 2 ggi- . .. .. . . TEE? P poor Chinese and noT DonT you know There s ' -3 - ' Q a war going on? .K X 1 Y- -1 1 I H .2-K , Y I don'T know' murmured The boy, I .don'T 8 know. IT couIdn'T really have been a good