Franklin K Lane High School - Senior Echoes Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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Ci70T6'7,UOTCl GAIN a graduating class is leaving Lane to go out into the great, wide world. Again the recessional is being played to escort out another batch of efficient business men, lawyers, doctors, den- tists, teachers. We, the Class of June 1931, walk out of the great auditor- ium wherein our farewells to Lane are vested, with varied pictures before our eyes. Some of us see ourselves associated with college life, with its dormitories, its campuses, its superb football teams, others with bus- iness, with its typewriter clickings, and efficient, smooth-running routine. Whatever the visions of the future may be, the present hits us with startling reality. We are really leaving Lane! We are departing from the scene of the very happiest days of our lives. We are leaving the narrow one-way halls, the very efficient Lane Lunch Service, and we hear ringing in our ears, for the very last time, the welcome voice of the dis- missal bell. Of this, our Yearbook, the editors have tried to make a book which will be full of memories for some future doctor, or some future scientist. VV e have tried to include every noteworthy event, from which we will be able to derive any joy at all in the future, Vile have tried to prepare a book which will help us remember who was who in Lane, and who wasnit. Whatever success we have had with it, however, we owe to Miss Borden, whose very helpful criticism and suggestions have urged us onward to do our very best. To conclude, we hope that the Senior Class of june, 1931 will derive a great deal of pleasure from this book, over which we have spent so many hours. f7l

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Cgfzcznx To Grace Kuhls, for so light-heartedly assigning this to meg to Miss Borden, for allowing it, to Miss Mack, for the Reporter desk on which to compose thisg and to all readers who appreciate this type of rotg Thank you. To Miss Serramoglia, for her encouragement, To Mrs. Nurnberg, for her Big Show, to the Service Squad, for making me follow traffic, and Mr. Ayman for assisting them by prolonging my sprint to classes, to Mr. Pitt, for heat on balmy Spring days, Thanks. To Mr. Bernstein, for enjoyable Eco periods, and not so enjoyable cutting slips, to Mr. Fabricant for his Art Club and his unlimited patienceg to Mr. Silberstein, for his sincerity and kindness, to the Debating Team, for its argumentative prowess, Merci. To Mr. Cain, for his dissertations on the talkativeness of women, to Lew Sadowsky, for his volubility, lack of memory, and his dance class, To Mr. Zisowitz for reminiscences on beer and pretzels and his amiability, to Mr. Batt, for not ousting me from 1135 Thanx. To Mr. Ball, for his tennis team, to Mrs. Grotjan, for her ever-ready Witticismsg to a number of other l8l