Lafayette High School - Legend Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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flfllllg Iydmhl O Q00 CK 'T '3 7 T: , 5 . Q V. F 3? his aTTenTion. Perhaps iT is The indiTTerenT absenT-minded sTare wiTh which he oTTen passes you by in The halls as if he were gazing Through you. Perhaps iT is all OT These. Are The ladies really Thrilled, enThralled, held in a spell by These charms Tocused on Them? Perhaps They are-perhaps They're noT. Professor Some oT The classes in LaTayeTTe High School conTain a peculiar buT inTeresTing species oT humaniTy, The species is male and possesses more Than iTs share oT male egoTism. The Teacher has To conTend consTanTly wiTh iT Tor mainTenance oT digniTy because iT knows all The answers. The class discusses hobbies. The opening Topic is music-boTh caTegories. The Teacher very learnedly sTarTs The discussion wiTh some sTaTemenTs and opinions abouT The liTe and works oT a classical com- poser. Several sTudenTs raise Their hands: among Them is our Pro- Tessor. When he is recognized, he sTarTs. We seTTle back in our chairs, quieTly resigned. l-lis manner is ThaT oT a college proTessor. l-le Takes The class over and The Teacher begins his daily sTruggle Tor The reins. l-le Thanks our ProTessor, Thanks him again, begins a diTTerenT Topic, buT To no avail. The ProTessor keeps righT on babbling and exposTulaTing conTinuously. Finally, The Teacher begins To Talk abouT arT. The babbling ceases. AnoTher sTudenT is called upon and he opens his mouTh wiTh Tull inTenTions To speak. Then The babbling again commences, This Time abouT arT and painTers. The babbling increases rapidly To a roar. l-le is oTT again! The sTudenTs are in despair: The Teacher is Tearing his hair, buT our ProTessor carries on againsT These Tormidable odds and cheerTully declaims arT, arTisTs, and The world in general. One oT his desperaTe classmaTes, unable To bear up any longer under The sTrain, leaves The room in quesT oT The Tire hose buT, Tor- TunaTely Tor The ProTessor, The bell rings and he is saved. Mad ScienTisT l-lave you ever passed The laboraTory laTe in The aTTernoon and peeped in? If you have, The sighT oT The absenT-minded Mad ScienTisT peering over his TesT Tubes is a Tamiliar sighT To you. CompleTely oblivious To his surrounding, he may gaze up aT you wiTh a vacanT sTare which makes you hurry by uneasily. l-le dresses, naTurally enough, in accord wiTh his repuTaTion. l-lis TwenTy-Two

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Who is The TirsT To complain oT his graduaTion picTure Taken in The school? Our hero, Oscar. Who is The consideraTe sTudenT who borrows someone's LaTayeTTe News and TorgeTs To reTurn IT? Oscar. Who is The only one in The class who hasn'T joined The G. O.? Oscar. Luckily Tor us, we have very Tew Oscars in LaTayeTTe. This Type is noT The mosT beloved among our Seniors. Miss Sunshine Every school and every class is usually blessed wiTh one Miss Sunshine. She is The girl who is always consoling her Triends and Telling Them ThaT They passed Their TesTs or will receive good marks on Their reporT card. She is The one who always smiles beTore RegenTs and sTill smiles aTTer Them. MosT oT The Time Miss Sunshine is inTelligenT and clever. She always Tries To explain To oThers ThaT They are brighT when They know Themselves iT is noT alTogeTher True. WiTh her ready smile, and quick sense oT humor, she brings happi- ness To everyone wiTh whom she comes in conTacT. She never laughs aT anyone, buT always laughs wiTh everyone. T-ler sudden ouTbursTs in class make lively The dullesT lessons. AlThough many of her Teachers dislike These ouTbursTs, They are blessings To The sTudenTs. When she walks inTo a classroom The sTudenTs all gaTher around her, unTil The Teacher musT call The class To order. She has an enchanTing smile, and never shirks The opporTuniTy To use iT. She is one oT The more TorTunaTe people whose sole purpose on earTh is To make oThers happy. The GreaT Lover g ConTrary To all popular belieTs, The greaTesT lover The world has ever seen is righT here in LaTayeTTe. There were a Tew good amaTeurs in The arT oT love in days gone by: Romeo, Cyrano, Casanova, Barrymore. BuT The king oT Them all is a member oT our own sTudenT body! l-le is a Senior who sTrolls Through The halls wiTh a Taraway look in his eyes. l-lis English is careTully chosen, spoken deliberaTely, TainTly resemb- ling an OxTord accenT. l-le speaks oT Mickey Finns as if They were his TirsT cousins, and leaves nicoTine sTains on his Tingers To impress The Te- males as a man-abouT-Town. Our hero possesses a cerTain charm which causes The red corpuscles in some young ladies' hearTs To beaT To The Tune oT an lndian war dance. Perhaps iT is his slow, ever ready, smile which he besTows bounTiTully: perhaps iT is The soulTul peneTraTing gaze which he Tixes on The obiecT oT TwenTy-one I ' , .sis X To

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aTTire consisTs of one gown used by lab workers and one dark pair oT Trousers under iT. l-lis hair is wild, unruly, wiTh no discernible parT. l-lis appearance, alThough iT is enough To disTinguish him clearly Trom The sane sTudenTs, is noT The only TacTor ThaT conTribuTes To his repuTaTion. When he is in The lab, he is always alone because nobody will TrusT him. l-le is posiTively dangerous. Once he kepT his righT hand all bandaged up. Upon being quesTioned abouT iT, he simply and modesTly explained ThaT he had dipped his hand inTo sulphuric acid, and had TorgoTTen To wipe iT OTT. IT is he who bears The responsibiliTy Tor nicknaming The lab Boom Town. A Senior Speaks l'm a nerve-shaTTered wreck oT a Typical Tellow Whose life on The whole has never been mellow, l'm The kind oT a lad whose day's seldom sunny The spoT l am in, To me's Tar Trom Tunny. l come inTo school aT The sTarT oT each day Wi+h eyes ThaT are weary, and hair Turning grey, l leave iusT The same, perhaps a biT worse. lOne oT These days l'll ride home in a hearse.l l haunT all The sTudenTs, boTh Temale and male, And when l approach Them Their Taces Turn pale: BuT iT l walk on wiThouT sTopping near by l hear righT behind me a quick relieved sigh. l wanT To be liked by The resT oT The crowd: If l only had Triends l'd really be proud, BuT on SaTurday nighTs l am always alone Wifh no one To love buT a raspberry cone. No, l have no B. O., nor holes in my socks. And as Tor my WheaTies, They're downed by The box, The reason iT seems Tor all my sad blues ls ThaT l am The guy who collecls senior dues. Alvin Allen TwenTy-Three