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

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PROLCDGUE TO TI-IE FRANKLIN K. LANE TALES Iwifh apologies fo Geoffrey Chaucenl When cool Sep'rember's leaves do fall once more, And summer wifh her carefree days is o'er, When birds fo Soufhern warmfh are swiffly flying, ' Then all af Lane, fo pass Ihaf fesf, are frying. If happened in fhaf Term upon a day, On Suffer Avenue, as for fhe bus I sfay Ready for school once more fo sfarf, yearning To enfer again info 'Ihose halls of learning, I saw, from ouf The corner of my eye, A company of four, going as I, This common cause fogefher us did fhrow And we logefher on fhe bus did go. The Freshman A Freshman fhere was, fhe youngesf of our band: The lad could hardly see, for in his hand His books were piled: each day fo school he ran. He was a very frighfened fimid Iiffle Freshman. The Sophomore Beside him was a Sophomore, a youfh of fire: To pass his Mafh was now his hearf's desire, And yeI', I'd say he was a snob, af fhaf: He iusf ignored The lad who near him saf. i'Tl1e Junior There was a Junior, pleasanf, perf, and gay, Who chaffed amiably as we wenf our way. I-Ier hearf was full of love of life and cheer: She was fhinking of her Senior year. The Senior A Senior, foo, fhere was who came wifh us: There was a sfir as she gof on fhe bus. She held no books: fhe only dafes she lcnew Were when fhe Prom and Class Nighf would be due. Now I've fold you shorfly, in a line, Aboul' fhe ones who were companions mine. Though, by my frofh, fhere is here nofhing new For I am sure fha? you have mef fhem, foo. Cynfhia Kohuf SENIOR ECHOES

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PREAMBLE TO TI-IE PROM Here i? was, Prom nigh? a? las?, and I'd never been so exci?ed in all my life. Mom had le? me have my hair se? in ?he beau?y parlor, and I had had my nails done, ?oo. Then when I go? home Mom and I had brushed my hair some more, ius? lor a li??le exlra gleam. Dad had said ?ha? I could pick ou? my own formal, bu? I had asked Mom ?o come wilh me and be?ween us, we had decided upon a shimmering silver lame gown ?ha? swished pleasanlly abou? my ankles when I walked. Dad said ?he? I looked like a moon- beam princess in il. Dad was swee?l My flowers had arrived. I? had been so ?hough??ul of Tommy ?o send orchids. These were my very firs? orchids, and you know wha? a girl's firs? orchids mean ?o her. Mom had jus? 'raken ?hem from ?he refrigeralor where we had carefully s?ored lhem ius? as soon as ?hey had been delivered. Dad s?ood in ?he doorway ol my bedroom beaming down a? Mom ancl me. He pu? his arm around Mom's wais?, and I'll swear I saw ?ears in her eyes. They bo?h looked so happy ?here, framed in ?he doorway. They looked so young wi?h ?ha? sor? of misly Iigh? in ?heir eyes. I imagine ?ha?'s how ?hey mus? have looked when ?hey were firs? married, young, as ?hey looked now, and so in love. I hummed a li??le song as I dabbed a? my nose, for wha? mus? have been ?he hundred?h ?ime, wi?h my fluffy pink powder pull. Jus? a li??Ie dab of perfume behind each ear-?here! I looked in ?he mirror scru?inizingly, and allhough I was ?ar from beau?i?ul, I hoped ?ha? maybe I looked jus? a li??le like Hedy Lamarr ?onigh?. You look lovely, dear, Mom said. I smiled a? her. The doorbell! Oh, gollyl l'll ge? i?l Jus? one las? look in ?he mirror and ?hen, 'Bye Mom, 'Bye Daddy. Oh, ?hanks, I will: I'll have a wonderful ?imel Goodbye again, angels! Down ?he s?airs I walked, slowly, carefully. I fel? like skipping, bu? couldn'? qui?e manage i? wi?h my long, swirling gown. I opened ?he door, and Tommy s?ood ?here looking wonderful, more handsome ?han I had ever seen him look, and oh, so manly in his lux. He look my hand and led me down ?he walk. His ?a?her had le? him have ?he car for ?onigh?. He pu? me snugly in and wen? around ?o ?he o?her side. He go? in, s?ar?ed ?he mo?or, and ?hen we were o??-off ?o a wonderful ?ime-of? ?o ?he Prom, and an evening we'd never lorgell Marilyn Smilh LIMERICK There once was a senior named Jack. He held a record for being Ief? back. Finally, ou? of pi?y, in eigh?h ?erm he landed, Bu? af?er ?he Regenls, again he was s?randed. Arlene Krause 24 SENIOR ECHOES