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

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faculty members, for indefinite reasons, to Mildred Rothstein, for her aggravating knock committee, to the visualized new building, for its failure to materialize and to the old one, for its pleasant memories, Thanx. To the first real frosh'7 class, for aspiring To the great height-s of seniority, to the teachers who endured reading my exam papers, to Maurice Hankin, the editor, for winning the Oratorical Contest 5 to the fire drill gong, or any other bell, for ringing at that critical moment when I was to be questioned, and naturally, to the printer, for not having had to be bribed into printing this. Thanks. R. S. PK Pk if Pls 555611 Game C6776 Qlawn When I was young and foolish, I longed to be more wise, So I burned midnight-oil Until the sun should rise, And I spent all day in study Cramming up my brain, But soon I had weakened memiry And nothing did I gain. Slinking through the years at school, Swiftly growing lean and leaner 'Til one day my hardships ended- Ild become a Senior! Rs l9l

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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

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.faments LAMENT I This business of being a Senior Is making me blue in the face. Each teacher Wants service or money, A doctor will soon have my case. On Monday there's swimming and hygiene On Tuesday it's skating, the dance, On Wednesday thereis violin lessons, On Thursday the f'Les Amisv prance. On Friday it's Latin Club meeting, And each day I could stay until five, A-slavin' for '4Mirror and Year Book And wonderin' why I'm alive. And then there is orchestra practice, And volley ball taking up time, The Arista, tennis, class meetings, Committees that take your last dime. This business of being a Senior Is all very Well, but you see That doing all that and my homework Is making a Wreck out of me. l10l