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

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Skdmn school, and the class lost another member when Marion Runnion discontinued school. I do not need a memory book to remember the good time on the fall hayride, at the sophomore dance, November 2, and the cakewalk, March 1. The officers are in a list on page twelve. Let me see! President ................,...,.................., Frank Clark Vice President ...... ........, G lenna Glasscock Secretary ..........l. .................,. W ayne Dowden Treasurer .......,.............................. Bill Strickler As I close my memory book, I know that my mind will not forget those high school years. -Phyllis Brubaker. HISTORIC EVENTS OF THE FRESHIES We started high school just last yearg There were just sixteen of us, And although we are not lonesome here, There is no one to love us. There were fifteen of us green kids In the year of '46, And twenty great big seniors To play upon us tricks. They dunked the boys and teased the girlsg We wished for our good fairy. They made us Wear such funny curls, Their books they made us carry. For ofiicers, we chose our best To guide us on our annual quest. Joanne, Frances, Don, and Paul Were voted for by all the rest. To show the others we had stuff We planned a ride upon the hay. We ended up in Glascock's yard With nary an accident on the way. We strived, we worked, we slaved and prayed Our dance would go over high, And now that it is done and paid We all just sit and sigh. 1 l We wish we were all seniors nowg We'd never have to study. We'd mosey around just like a cow Except when it wuz muddy. We wish we could be juniors And come in late each morn, Or lay around each day at school With expressions tired and worn. We would accept a sophomore's role, They're silly, but, gee whiz! We'd aim at almost any goal But these dumb things that we is. We sit way back an' reely grin To think of next year's muss. The eighth graders will be here then A wishin' they was us. Paul Clawson Joanne Courtright. 1947