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

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In Memoriam IOSEPI-UNE SOVIERCD DIED ow NOVEMBER me I94O AeE SEVENTEEN YEARS Shall long keep he memo y green n our souls Moore Oh B eafhe NOT H 5 Name And Hue rear Jrhaf we shed, Hwouglfm in secrer if rolls, r . r I . - , r I

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JUST AWAY I cannoT say, And I will noT say ThaT she is dead. She's iusT away! WiTh a cheery smile And a wave oT The hand She has wandered inTo an unknown land And IeTT us dreaming how very Tair IT needs musT be, since she lingers There, And you-oh you, who The wiIdes+ yearn For The old-Time sTep and The glad reTurn, Think of her Taring on, as dear In The love of There, as The love of Here. Think oT her s+iIl The same, I say: She is noT dead-She is iusT away. James WhiTcomb Riley A A A MEMORIAM IT can'T be True! Yes, someone has died buT ThaT can'T be Jo. Jo is Too Tull of life, she's Too lovely To die. No-see-There she is-in The oTHce, siTTing aT The Type- wriTer. She's doing copy Tor The nexT issue. See how she looks up and smiles as you enTer The room. And now she's on The Train, siTTing opposiTe The door as I come in. We're riding home TogeTher. I-Iere's our sTaTion,-and when we reached The corner sTiII Talking, I say-so long Jo and she says--good-bye Claire .... ThaT happened only a Tew weeks ago. IT wasn'T good-bye, Torever, I shall never see you again- iusT good-bye .... Remember how she looked ThaT day. She was sTanding on The porch ready To go down and she looked as if she had iusT sTepped ouT of a book. Her lovely black hair bordered her perTecTIy TeaTured Tace and The whole picTure was Tramed in a big yellow haT To maTch The yellow gown. She was laughing when I passed-she waved To me-and she looked so happy one would have ThoughT she was The bride .... l'Iow can iT be possible ThaT on This happy occasion she should conTracT This horrible Thing ThaT Took her beauTy, Took her ioy,-Took her life .... No-Jo isn'T dead. There is someone lying There in The long whiTe gown and veil, buf iT's someone else,-someone I don'T know. No-The picTure in my mind will always be of The dark, beauTiTuIly formed girl in yellow-ThaT is-and always will be-Jo. V Claire Gropper A A A 8

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PREVIEW You sally forfh, from profecfive walls: You eagerly seek life's ioys and piffalls: You ask one quesfion you all wanf fo know: Whaf has life fo offer? Well here's fhe answer fo your excifed quesfion: You'll eaf good pie and you'll gef indigesfion: You'll see beaufiful women and homely old-maids, Fabulous nighf clubs and penny arcades, Large graceful seagulls and deafh-dealing planes, Vicforious people and life's biffer remains: You'll hear Jascha l-leifefz and sfreef fiddlers foo: Af fimes you'll roar wifh laughfer And af fimes you'll say Boo-hoo. Buf live your life fully and sfarf each day new, And remember: fhis is only a finy preview. Marilyn Feldman A A A Tl-IE Pl-IILOSOPI-IIC SENIOR To mosf of us, doors are merely fhe means by which we enfer and leave a building or room: buf fhe Seniors, so close fo closing one door and opening anofher fhemselves, look af doors in a differenf and novel lighf. OPEN DOORS OF YOUTH ln fhis modern day and age many doors are consfanfly being opened fo youfh. Young men and women nowadays have an advanfage over fhe people of olden days. Formerly if was considered a greaf honor fo affend high school, buf foday if is faken for granfed. The older people of foday affended only grammar school, buf fhe fufure generafions will 'rake even college for granfed. Nof only is fhe field of educafion being opened and widened for youfh, buf fhe fields of science and indusfry are also expanding. IO