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

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FOREWORD Gradualion from Franklin K. Lane is anolher mileslone reached on our palhway ol life. When in laler years we open lhe cover of lhe Echoes , many memories of our lile in Lane will be relived lor us. Then we will lully realize how very much we have enioyed our slay al Lane. We will all agree, l am sure. lhal lhe besl years ol lile and lhe besl lime ol life were spenl here. We would nol slay, however, since lime keeps marching on and we musl keep in slep. Aller Commencemenl our palhways sever. Some ol our friends will conlinue lheir educalion, some will go oul inlo lhe business world, and some will enler our Armed Forces. To all we bid God Speed. The sad parl alooul Commencemenl is lhal we will miss our many schoolmales and leachers whom we have found lo loe lrue friends. Lel lhis Senior Book recall lo us our old and cherished lriends. And as we lravel oul inlo lhe world lo seek our lorlune. we solemnly pray lhal lhe sludenls who follow us will graduale wilh lhe world al peace. We, lhe Seniors of l945, many ol whom will see aclion before lhe war is over. do solemnly pledge lo succeeding generalions lo do our all lo win lhe war, and lo win a lasling peace. Doris La ulerbach JUNE l945 7

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O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! Q CapTain! my CapTain! our TearTuI Trip is done, The ship has weaTher'd every rack, The prize we soughT is won, The porT is near, The bells I hear, The people all exuITing, While Tollow eyes The sTeady keel, The vessel grim and daring, BuT O hearT! hearT! hearT! O The bleeding drops oT red, Where on The deck my CapTain Iies, Fallen cold and dead. O CapTain! my CapTain! rise up and hear The bells: Rise up-Tor you The Tlag is Tlung-Tor you The bugle Trills, For you bougueTs and riblz-on'd wre-aThs-Tor you The shores a-crowding, For you They call, The swaying mass, Their eager Taces Turning: I-Iere CapTain! dear TaTher! The arm be-neaTh your head! IT is some dream ThaT on The deck, You've Tallen cold and dead. My CapTain does noT answer, his Iips are pale and sTiII, My TaTher does noT Tee! my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd saTe and sound, iTs voyage closed and done, From TearTuI Trip The vicTor ship comes in wiTh obiecT won: IfxuIT 0 shores, and ring O loeIIs! BuT I wiTh mournTuI Tread, Walk The deck my CapTain lies, Fallen cold and dead. WaIT WhiTman