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

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ELEOY WRITTEN IN LANE'S SENIOR OFFICE The Iasf bell folls The knell of parfing school day, The noisy herd wind slowly down lhe sfairs: The ianifor homewarcl plods his weary way, And leaves fhe school fo clubs and dance affairs. Now fades fhe fhrong of sfudenfs from my sighf And all fhe halls a solemn sfillness hold, Save where some sfudenfs linger on, nof quife Finished for fhe day, or so I'm fold. I puf away my pen as darkness hovers And breafhe a sigh for all fhe work I've done: I breafhe anofher sigh for all fhe bofhers Thaf nexf ferm's Senior class musf overcome. As wearily I walk along fhe hall, I spy each room, all closed and 'ocked fill morn: Buf in one room, a Lane youfh, sfrong and fall, Sifs wifh his head bowed and a face forlorn. I-lis Epifaph Here resfs his head upon a wooden school-desk A youfh, fo forfune and fo Lane unknown: Cruel science frown'd upon his humble bes+, For on his card he gof a fiffy-one. No farlher seek his miseries fo disclose Or mock his woes which now his hearf dismay: For we cannof disclaim fhaf fear which flows, Wifh English Regenfs nof so far away. lvlefa Moore TOMORROW AT LANE Sfep inside my fu'rurescope, said my good friend, Professor Jonafhan O. Kearns, and we shall fake a frip fo fhe world of I97O. Ah, good, I replied. I-low abouf visifing Lane-High? I'd love fo see whaf ii' will be like in fwenfy-five years. We can do fhaf, said fhe professor. Fasfen your safefy belf: 'rake a deep breafh. Now-mazahsl We are off! Suddenly fhere was a loud crash of fhunder and a blinding flash of lighf, and when I looked fo see whaf was happening, I found myself in a helicopfer wifh my friend, flying above a sfrange, new world. We were rapidly approaching a huge, glisfening skyscraper. I noficed fhe name Franklin K. Lane High School engraved above ifs fronf enfrance. Lane? I queried in amazemenf. Why, if couIdn'+ be! Lane cerfainly doesn'f look like fha'r! Buf af once I remembered fhis was fhe fufure. I was viewing fhe Lane of fomorrow! There was a landing field afop fhe beaufiful building, and fhe professor broughf JUNE I945 I3

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AIThough They looked so much alike people offen misTook Them for sisTers, Alice had always been more popular af school and had more daTes Than her besf friend. Whenever Anne had one of her moods , Alice had been able To snap her ouT of iT. Even by mail, her old friend had been able To bring a spark of cheer To The small aparTmenT. Anne puT The lasT dish on The shelf and puT ouT The lighT in The miniaTure kiTchen. A reflecTion of The sTrange sfifled feeling swepf over her, and she hurriedly closed The door and prepared To go To bed. The room seemed Too silenT, excepT for The slow, sTeady Tick of The alarm clock on The Table. WhaT's wrong wiTh me TonighT? she asked herself, impafienfly Tugging aT The sleeve of her bafhrobe. I'll Take an aspirin and go righT To sleep insTead of reading. Tomorrow I'll be fine, and l won'T jump aT my own shadow. She puT one small whiTe TableT inTo her mouTh, Then reached for a boTTle and Took anofher. .She snuggled down befween The cool sheefs and Turned off The small lamp nexT To The sTudio couch. Immediafely The warm oppressive air swooped down aT her, and around her, leaving her gasping. Don'T be so silly, Annie , she said aloud. You've really goT a bad case of iiTTers. BuT she couldn'T laugh off The sTrangling, TighTening ThaT was gagging her. She lay back and Tried To sleep, Tossing This way and ThaT, vainly Trying To rid herself of her TormenTor. Finally, wifh beads of perspirafion Trickling coldly down The back of her neck, she goT up and snapped on The lighT. She opened The door, and wenT down The hall To The Telephone To call Dr. Bafes. She puT down The receiver wiTh a sigh of relief. l-le would be over in an hour, as soon as he finished his hospifal rounds. When Anne Rogers re-enTered The aparTmenT, she did noT see The man aT firsT- he was sTanding aT The opposiTe side of The room, fingering a small leaTher handbag, examining iT closely. Oh! gasped Anne, as The scarred face looked up. Then, WhaT do you wanT? Gef ouT of here!l as he flung The bag aside, and puT his hand inTo his pockef. He walked across The room and closed The door: Then sTood wiTh his back To iT, facing Anne. So you're The lousy dame who senT Bender up? l-le smoThered her weak proTesT wiTh, You been playin' hard-To-geT, ain'T you? Well, Today I caughf up wiTh you on 43rd STreeT, and Tailed you here. Anne was in a frenzy of fear. BuT, you're misfaken. l'm---. ShuT up. Save your breafh, sis, because in iusT Ten seconds you're goin' To need iT. The noise won'T boTher you neifher. This silencer will TTx ThaT. l-le whipped a revolver ouT of his pockef, and poinTed iT aT Anne. Oh no, no, no, you'rei . Anne felT The sfing of The lead as iT pierced her flesh. Then The hoT blood bubbling up and choking her. She drew a breafh, buf iT was blood, hoT and heavy where iT sTuck in her Throaf. Her hearT gave a final sickening lurch, and The blackness came closer and closer, down and around her, Till finally iT closed in forever. As he Turned ouT The lighT and closed The door, The moon rose high over The ciTy, and in her paTh looked down on 320 W. l25Th ST., ApT. BZ. There on The floor of The large room was a small leafher handbag, and on iT, in shining gold, gliTTered The inifials A. R. MeTa Moore I2 SENIOR ECHOES

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The skyship down on iT. We walked To The door To enTer, buf before I could puT ouT my hand To open iT, iT had opened auToma+icaIIy. EIecTric-eye, said The professor, as he noTiced The sTarTIed expression on my face. Every door in Lane operaTes ThaT way. He seemed To have been here before. LeT's go down To The forTieTh floor. I Think you'Il find someThing inTeresTing There, he suggesTecl. We wenT To The forTieTh Tloor via eIevaTor lno pass requiredl and Tound The STudenTs' RecreaTion Lounge. I was asTonished To see hundreds of sTudenTs siTTing comTorTabIy in easy-chairs, smoking. OThers were dancing' To popular music, engaged in billiards or ping-pong, waTching Television-seTs, or iusT napping. This was how They were spending Their sTudy-periods, I learned. In Lane's resTauranT, where we wenT nexT, I was really in for a surprise. Professor Kearns and I saT down aT a cozy Table for Two. and soon a waiTer in Tull dress'suiT came To us, presenTed The menu, poured The waTer in our glasses, and seT The Table. To The Tune oT The sweeT music of The Lane orchesfra, which was siTuaTed aT The cenTer of The enormous dining-room, we enioyed eighT large courses of delicious food. And To Top iT off, The enTire meal was Tree, as I soon discovered. We conTinued our Tour. Up and down The eIevaTor we Traveled, Trom The resTauranT To The huge audiTorium, which could seaT 25.000, To The eIaboraTe labora- Tories equipped wiTh The finesT apparaTus I had ever seen: up To The Tower, which was II5 sTories above sTreeT level, and where I examined a giganTic Telescope used by sTudenTs of asTronomy. The descripTions of The many oTher deparTmenTs and Technical TeaTures oT Lane would Till volumes.- Three-dimensional, Technicolor, sound, moTion-picTure machines had replaced human Teachers in mosT oT The classrooms. My marvelous journey To ThaT wonderland oT The TuTure came To an end quiTe abrupTly, for righT in The midsT of iT, while There s+iII remained so much To be seen, I heard a sTrange voice pronounce my name. STein, iT spoke, whaT is The apparifion which Emperor Jones sees in The fourTh scene? Then and There The fuTure disappeared from my mind like a bursfed bubble. Thelgrim reaIiTy ThaT I was suTfering in English in The year I'-745 deaIT me a cruel blow. l sTraighTened up in my seaT To reply To The voice and The only words I could find-were: Why wasn'T I born TwenTy-five years laTerI Alvin STein F- - Friends we have made Ro - Remembrance oT happy days A. - AccIamaTion we hope To receive N. - NecessiTy for preparedness K. - Kindness To oThers . L. - Lifelwe wanT To live I, - IndebTedness To Those who have helped us N, -- New experiences we have had K- - Knowledge we have gained I I L' - LinimenT ThaT was used aTTer gym A- - Aisle we walk down graduaTion day No - NighTmares ThaT were Tesfs E. - Excuses we gave To our Teachers. Norma HechT I4 SENIOR ECHOES