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

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SENIOR COMMITTEES Senior Play Class Niqlnl Senior Dues Senior Secrefaries Color Guard Prom Reps Senior Reps Jewelry Reps

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- X, if lk lk lk ik The long skirfs swished on fhe highly polished floor as fhe finely dressed ladies and genflemen gracefully walfzed. There was no quesfion as fo who fhe mosf beguiling beaufy was. As I danced wifh my very handsome lord who had given up so much for me, all eyes furned in our direcfion. When we passed fhe new King and Queen I bowed, and even if fhey did nof refurn my kindness, I did nof care. I was 'rhe happiesf woman in fhe world because I had affained all fhaf my hearf had desired-fame, wealfh, and love. The sparkling wafer shimmered below us, and fhe moonbeams played on my hair. My blue eyes shone, and my pure whife lace dress and lovely skin were shown fo fheir besf advanfage. My husband gafhered me in his sfrong arms, and pulled me close fo him, eagerly waifing 'ro press his lips on mine, fo fell me once again of his undying love. All af once, someone shook me. Perhaps if was fhe jealous Queen. As I furned around fo see, I mef only a fluffy whife pillow. The hand on my shoulder persisfed in shaking and shaking me: so I was obliged fo look up. The sudden shock of seeing my mofher immediafely and very decidedly woke me up fo fhe facf fhaf I was iusf my old humdrum self who would be going fo school in anofher half hour, and would live fhe same humdrum life 'rhaf I had been living for nearly eighfeen years. I relucfanfly crawled ouf of bed, and as I was dousing cold wafer on my face, I carefully sfored away my many wonderful dreams for anofher nighf. Marilyn Baillef TI-IE LOST CLOUD I-low slowly and gradually you come and die: How disfanf and far in fhe wisfful sky. Who may deny finding comforf in youg In your misfy way, your cresf of gray blue? Whaf efernal mysfery governs you and yours? Why are you a prophecy of open and closed doors? Who are you, fo warn, and why so forlorn? You come and go, now you're hidden: I mourn! I beg fhee-be fhere, be of beaufy, be proud Even in mysfery: show, oh, show, Iosf cloud! Joseph Alberf Bra ncafo fe L- v3 I4 sENloR sci-loss 4 X!

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LINES ON A SENIOR BUTTGN When I TirsT enTered Lane in SepTember, IA day I shall aIways rememberj The TirsT Thing I saw As I passed Through The door, Was an awesome Senior class member. I-Ier buTTon oT brighT blue and gray Flashed beTore my eyes righT away, And I swore Then and There ThaT I, Too, wouId soon wear ThaT badge OT disTincTion some day. ATTer Tour years oT Trying To Iearn, ThaT pin I did righTTuIIy earn, BuT. somehow, I Tear, WiTh RegenTs so near, I'II need a brand new one nexT Term. CynThia KohuT TI-IE SEARCI-I The haII was dark. The shadows suddenly parTed To reveaI a whiTe-robed figure. IT was a moonless nighT, and a caT's howI sounded eerily Through The air. The whiTe- robed figure Iooked cauTiousIy around, peered Through The enveloping darkness, and sToIe noiseIessIy To The sTairs. Down one, Then Two, TinaIIy The inTruder, in The nighT's privacy, reached The TooT of The sTairs. STeaIThiIy, siIenTIy, The Tigure glided Through ghosT-Iike rooms, inTenT upon a horrible purpose. IT rounded a corner and opened a door, which squeaked so IoudIy ThaT The inTruder was TrighTened. BuT his deTerminaTion was Too sTrong Tor him To Turn back now. He enTered The room, reached his hand cauTiousIy aIong a sheIT, and TinaIIy came upon The obiecT oT his search-The cookie iarl JaneT Mafhisen I6 SENIOR ECHOES