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

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decided iT was Time Tor me To go home. As I sTarTed up The pollies Tell, buT MaTTy lThaT was his namel scooped up a handTul and gave Them To me. I TelT proud. He walked wiTh and sIighTly behind me, and To This day I regreT living so near, iusT across The way. We saT on my doorsTep unTiI moTher's Tamiliar Tone TIoaTed down To me. MaTTy held on To my arm Tor a minuTe, reached inTo his pockeT, and opened up a polly. Very careTully he weT iT wiTh The Tip oT his Tongue, and Then ever so Iigh+ly placed iT on my nose. My head! IT sTayed on. An ne BiTTenson A MY FIRST DATE EighT o'clock, and sTill no daTe! Gee, my TirsT daTe and he was IaTe! I had been ready since seven o'cIock. Who said ThaT a woman is never ready on Time? Probably some moron. ATTer waiTing Tor whaT seemed an eTerniTy, iT arrived. I call him iT because iT was hard To Tell whaT had arrived, a male specimen or a rainbow. I had heard oT sharpies, buT aTTer all There was a limiT. He was a perTecT example oT whaT The well dressed man shouldn'T wear. IT Took me quiTe a while To geT over my TirsT disillusion, buT To Top iT all, we saT and Talked all nighT. By The Time The nighT was over, I was ready To chew nails. I vowed myself oTT man Tor life. Everyone knows ThaT iT's a woman's privilege To change her mind. Eileen Engel A FIRST DATE MoTher! MoTher!!' I screamed aT The Top oT my lungs when The TirsT call loroughT no answer. MoTher came running up The sTairs, wondering whaT had hap- pened To her darling. Oh, moTher, I cried, Look aT The Time. IT's Tive minuTes To eighT, and Tommy will be here aT eighT. Why ThaT's all righT darling: you're pracTically all dressed. BuT moTher, I can'T Tind my shoes. They're righT downsTairs where you leTT Them. Oh whaT a relief ThaT was. For Tive weeks I had been hoping +ha+ Tom would Take me ouT. He was a new boy in Town, and all The girls had a crush on him. NoThing could go wrong TonighT and ruin This TirsT daTe . He came aT eighT, and we drove To The neighborhood TheaTer. Gosh, buT he was grand. SorT-of The sTrong-silenT Type! He was very poIiTe. I guess he knew every rule in The book. We meT Mabel. She cerTainly looked envious. We saT in our seaTs and began To enioy The picTure. ThaT is, I enioyed iT Tor awhile. BuT Then my TeeT began To hurT. I shouldn'T have worn Those new shoes. Well, I ThoughT, I'II iusT slip Them oTT awhile. No one will see Them in The dark.'f The picTure was a very exciTing one and I TorgoT my shoes. Several people passed in and ouT. Suddenly someone began To laugh aT The end oT The isle. People Turned around. A woman held up a shoe. My shoe! Tom said in a low voice, Can you imagine anyone being so sTupid? Losing ,her 22

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LOVE, The earfh slowly fades away inTo space Like rock-Thrown ripples on a river's face: Time and realify, each buf a word, Slip away, unknown, unheard. How long from earfh can we be Torn? I Think of Time and earTh's reborn. Back come life, The hour, The day: Would earTh were mine ThaT I mighf say, Cease To be realiTy, And come, love, for eTerniTy. Lucille Berman A A A MY CONOUEROR A y'3H 'WFx f TI-IE ROMANTIC SENIOR As The Time for The Senior Prom approached, The Seniors ran Through Their daTe books wiTh an eye To romance, To memories of gay parfies, To find The perfecf escorT or escorfed for The Prom, or iusf To find an escorf or escorfed. Here are some of The resuITs of Their romanfic musings. Edifor ' MY FIRST ROMANCE 'Twas Spring again and There I was, siTTing on The grass, carefully opening up polly noses To clip on my nose. In my lap and all around me There were plenfy of Them. Somehow They wouldn'T sfay dn my nose. They lcepT slipping off. I didn'T parficularly care because I had iusf Turned Twelve, and noT a cloud could dim The rosy haze ThaT had been creafed from This occasion. I iusf saT and pulled polly noses. My eyes wandered To a group of boys abouT Twelve or Thirfeen years of age and Then Turned away haughfily. I was Twelve, and hadn'T my sisTer said ThaT a' girl is always older Than a boy even Though They are The same age? I Iiffed a hand To adiusf The ribbon in my hair and made a menfal noTe To Talk To mofher abouf ribbons. In doing so, my IifTed eyes meT Those of one of The boys, The red-headed one. As- suming indifference, I looked away. He sTrolled over. WhaTcha doing? I didn'T answer: iusT looked up aT him and I was sfarfled because his hair had suddenly been caughT in a gleam of sunshine, and his eyes were The bluesf blue. and his TeeTh, as he smiled, looked ever so whife. I wondered whaT kind of TooTh powder he used. He saT down beside me and sTarTed To peel some of my polly noses. As children are apT To do, we driffed inTo seemingly grown-up conversafion abouf This and ThaT. Suddenly, he puT Two dirTy fingers in his mouTh and emiTTed The mosf beaufiful, shrilIesT whisTIe I had ever heard. The resT of The boys from The bench joined us, and while I looked on, were soon engaged in The rough and Tumble acT. I 2I f

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shoes in The movies! I nearly fainTed Then and There. NoT even glancing aT Tom, I slid ouT To The aisle, grabbed my shoes from The lady amid The laughTer of Those around her, and ran from The movie-house. I never wanfed To see Tom again, buT The nexT nighT he came over. I ThoughT sure he would menTion iT, buT he didn'T. He sfill comes To see me, buT he never Takes me To The movies. I Jean EngsTrom A MY FIRST DATE LeT me see-when was my firsT dafe? IT was a long Time ago. Oh yesl I remember now. I had gone To a dance and had meT a very preTTy girl. Her name was Gloria. I had walked home wiTh her. I was in a daze all The while I was walking wiTh her. This was The firsT Time I had ever walked a girl home alone. I shook hands wiTh her ll didn'T know any beTTerl and said goodnighT. I cheerfully sTarTed To walk home. All oT sudden I sfopped dead in my Tracks. I suddenly realized someThing. Somehow, I had asked Gloria for a dafe and she had accepTed. WhaT was I To do? I had never Taken a girl ouT before. WhaT should I say? How should I acT? I was as frighfened Then, as I would ever be. As I walked home, my feelings were undescribable. Sleep was impossible ThaT nighT. In The morning, I had definiTeIy decided ThaT wild horses could noT Take me To The daTe. However, Fafe Took a hand. My friends learned of The daTe and fixed iT so ThaT I had To go. My honor was aT sTake. During The resT-of The week, I wenT around asking how To acT wiTh a girl. On The appoinTed nighT, I called for Gloria. As I knocked aT her door, I had a desire To run away. However, iT was Too laTe. I had already knocked. Gloria came To The door and IeT me in. She infroduced me To her moTher, fafher, and sisfers. ATTer They had looked me over, we lefT The house. I Took her To a movie. This was The place where you do The IeasT Talking. Gloria and I held hands. I was so Thrilled. AfTer The movie, I Took her for a walk in The park. We saT down on a bench and Talked and Talked... Gloria seemed To know how To carry on a conversaTion. Before I knew iT, I had Told her everyThing I knew abouT myself. We Tinally goT up and wenT To a drug sTore. We had ice cream sodas. I looked aT The Time and found iT was IaTe. Therefore, I Took her home. I summoned up enough nerve To ask her for a good nighT kiss. Nobody can say I wasn'T learning. I had spenT Two weeks' allowance ThaT nighT. However, I feIT iT was well spenT. ThaT was The nighT I TirsT considered myself a man. Philip Goz A MY FIRST ROMANCE I don'T know how many crushes I had in eIemenTary school, buT I do remember my TirsT one. I had plenTy of compeTiTion. He was six and a half monThs older Than I was. He had blond hair ThaT never sTayed in place, and innocenf-looking blue eyes. Those eyes goT mel I'I,I never forgeT The panTs he wore five days a week. They were shorT. The facT is They were so shorT ThaT someTimes his underwear would sTick ouT. They were supposed To be navy-blue, buT To Top iT all, he had a paTch in The back, which he goT because he slid To Home on The wrong end. One morning, our Teacher asked us whaT our fuTure ambiTion was. She called on him before me. He said he was going To be an aviafor. Before he had said This, I was going To be a newspaper correspondenf, buT I guess a woman has a righT 23