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

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ThaT woke us up! We were on our Toes. LaneiTes assembled abouT The banners daring Them To come and geT Them. We TelT beTTer, much beTTer. We had Ios+, yes: buT we were LaneiTes and we were proud. Our Team had ToughT hard and had done Their besT Tor us: no more could be expecTed. The opposing Team was lucky wiTh Their one poinT win. We were unlucky. ThaT's The way Things go. Now we musT look ahead To nexT year. AIThough some of us will no longer be presenT, There are oThers who will Take our places and cheer our Team on To greaTer heighTs. Sooner or IaTer, we will reach The Top. Then we will look up and say, ThaT's our school: iT's always been our school. IT was sTilI our school, win or lose. We reached The exiT and broke ouT inTo The sTreeT1 The cool air dried The sweaT on our Toreheads. The opposing supporTers were waiTing. They sTarTed To razz us wiTh much vigor, buT we had an answer. Led by The cheerleaders The LaneiTes IeT loose loud and clear. IT drowned ouT everyThing: L-A-N-E L-A-N-E L-A-N-E AI Carlson LANE SENIOR The misTs oT morn were IiTTing TasT When Through The gaTes oT Lane There passed A youTh, who wore, 'mong all his books, A buTTon wiTh The proudesT looks- Lane Senior! I-Iis brow was iusT as smooTh and whiTe As a new S. S. card is To The sighT. I'Iis hair was curly, his eye was brighT, I-Iis speech was wiTTy, his sTep was IighT- Larie Senior! Go noT To school , his Triends all urged: WiThin his breasT TempTaTion surged, For Dorsey was aT The ParamounT. I-Ie knocked TempTaTion ouT Tor The counT- Lane Senior! He was in class beTore The bell, I-Ie had his homework all done well, I-Ie'cI never cuT, he'd never peek On TesTs, buT helped The Freshies meek- Lane Senior! Now iT, dear reader, in your mind Is The ThoughT, IT may be hard To Tind A lad so good, wiTh hearT so pure , Oh, genTIe reader, may I say you're-- So RighTI . Rhoda Kreshin 24 SENIOR ECHOES

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A I-IIGI-I 1 ls SCHOOL BOY'S MEMORIES I was five years old when my falher boughl our firsl aulomobile, and imme- dialely il became in my eyes a lhing of greal beauly. I was free lo climb up high on lhe greal cushioned seals and look oul al a seemingly differenl world lhrough lhe greal windshield. I was al liberly lo lake lhe round shining wheel inlo my hands and prelend I was driving 'lil my hearl was lull and I was lired. The aulomobile look us far and wide, and I loved il very dearly, nol only for ils beauly, bul for lhe parl il had in making me happy. Il look us lo magnificenl beaches where lhe waler was bolh calm and rough as you liked il. The beach mosl vivid in my memory is Jones Beach, lhal beauliful example'of man's accomplishmenls broughl logelher wilh Nalure's beaulies. ll was lhere lhal I learned lo swim and lo love lhe ocean. I remember begging my falher lo slay lale unlil all lhe people had gone and lhen lo walk along lhe quiel beach Iislening lo lhe incessanl splash of lhe waves, looking oul lo sea, lhe unending sea. How many limes we wenl lhere I could nol even underlake lo slale, bul each lime was an advenlure in ilself, a period in which I Iislened lo and saw beauly as il was, unchanged, pure, and wholesome, lo my lhirsling young spiril. There was a golf course lo play in and all sorls of olher sporls lo engage a young boy's inleresl. Tennis, shuffle board, and even archery were some of lhe many paslimes in lhis heaven. When I was lired of lhese, lhere was lhe ocean again calling wilh ils splashing waves, pleasanl wilh ils cool breezes, deep wilh a deplh which is yel unlouched. All lhese lhings held an irresislible inducemenl for me, an inducemenl lo lhoughl, spirilual and profound. I lhoughl of lhe sea and whal il was or whal il meanl by ils incessanl pounding, ils unseen deplh. I looked behind me and lhoughl of lhe land of which I had seen so lillle. I I lhoughl of lhe land and whal il was wilh ils deep valleys so green and ferlile and ils snow capped mounlains so high. Whal was all lhis lo me as I lhoughl, whal did il mean lo me? ll meanl Nalure, and lo me Nalure meanl Beauly iusl as alive as any person l have ever known: Beauly so dislincl and real in every characler lhal I was overwhelmed and frighlened lo lhink whal I mighl have missed if I had nol discovered il. Yes, discovered-lhal is my inlerprelalion of whal il was lhal happened lo me. I feared because I saw lhal I could have gone on lhrough lile seeing lhis beauly and yel laking il for granled. I feared because I had come so close lo losing il forever as I realized lhe people aboul me had Iosl il. They senl piclures home of sighls lhey saw while lraveling, bul whal did il mean lo lhem? Jusl some landscape, iusl anolher phase of Nalurel ANalure was lo me more lhan lhal: il was every conceivable kind of beauly. ll was more lhan landscape: il was lhe hidden beauly of lhal landscape: il was a bird singing: il was snow falling and grass growing: il was a boy fishing and a beauliful flower in a girls hair: and il was lhe sky in all ils glory of blue, lhe clouds and lighlning and rain and lhen lhe sun shining brighlly down on lhis mass of earlh which was Nalure. ll was all lhis, and il was a boy's hearl, searching for beauly and finding il suddenly, unexpecledly, all aboul him so splendid lhal he could nol believe whal il was in his power lo see. I saw, and my spiril knell down in profound gralilude for having been allowed lo see lhis magnificence. I saw, and I cherished whal I saw in any form il came lo me: I cherished whal olhers lhoughl common, for I saw ils beauly. William Neslor 26 SENIOR ECHOES