Lafayette High School - Legend Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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L00 ing Bczcjewar My FoncIesT Memories of LafayeTTe THEODORE BLINDER . . . My TirsT eIecTion as presidenT. FRANCES DE SIMONE . . . Cheerful Talks wiTh Mr. Grady, one oT The mosT down-To-earTh people I know. INA LAFER . . . Fun wiTh The gang in Mr. Grady's oTFice. GRACE LA ROCCA . . . The Tun I had aT The ATIanTic: Club. SAUL SOCKO MARIASCI-IIN . . . None. JAY I-IAMMER . . . When I Tound ouT ThaT Ted Blinder goT in Tor The Third Time. REDA ROSENBAUM . . . Working wiTh The Legend sTaTT. BOB MANDELKERN , . . When I worked on weekends and IaTe inTo The nigh+ in order To meeT The LaTayeTTe News deadline. JOSEPI-I PUSATERI . . . My Teachers Ihow Iovely They were.I MARVIN WERTI-IEIM . . . My column, The TaTTIer. ADELE ROSEN . . . Working in The News OTTice. ERANCINE STANGER . . . My I-Iurnan ReIaTions cIass. Life's DarkesT MomenT aT LaTayeTTe REDA ROSENBAUM . . . The TirsT day I had To Take a shower in schooI. SEYMOUR GLASS . . . When a girl I know walked inTo The gym and I was dressed Tor acTiviTy. BOB MANDELKERN . . . An unTorTunaTe engagemenT wiTh The ad- minisTraTive assisTanT in The caTeTeria aT a Time when I had no busi- ness There. VINCENT PITTALA . . . When any Teacher said, Take ouT your assign- menT book. ROBERT SELTZER . . . When she said No To a reguesT Tor a daTe. MORRIS RED SADOWSKY . . . When The baskeTIoaII Team IosT The IasT game. ERIEDA POLER . . .When I had To demonsTraTe exercises in TronT oT my gym cIass. SixTeen

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GEORGE SABOTAK . . . The Time I was c:aughT cuTTing. DAVID ERANKEL . . . When I goT IosT in The boiler room looking Tor The c:usTodian, and The IighTs wenT ouT. ARTHUR FALK . . . My darIcesT momenT aT I.aTayeTTe was The one in which I saw my graduaTion phoTo and realized The awTuI TruTh. ANGELO ARCULEO . . . The day my Trousers and shoes were sToIen in The locker room. FRANK KITZIS . . . The Time I was caughT smoking in The boys' room. STANLEY SI-IEIN . . . My darIcesT momenTs were Those when I was called upon To go inTo conTorTions and uTTer gueer sounds in a speech class. TIZQ Dreamers Only The old are very beauTiTuI, Whose hands so sTrangeIy move in slumber, The wrinlcled eyelids dream caresses, And The mouThs grow oddly Tender. The hours oT sleep are longer In The drowsing golden aTTernoons, And in The vioIeT shadowed TwiIighTs The dreams s+iII linger And in The TorTuous nighTs. We who are Iceyed To danger, Anol The sTraining blood, Know only The wild anguish OT The brain's madness, The land muTeIy Tlaming, The ciTies maimed, And The eyes veined and sTaring In The counTIess Taces Only The old are very wise, Who, moving Through These ragged days Toward a IasT surrender, I-Iold Tor us wiThin Their slender narrowed eyes, InTiniTe Tenderness and sorrow . . . Eugene Baroff SevenTeen