Lafayette High School - Legend Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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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

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