Lafayette High School - Legend Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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Hal Hal You were one of them, huh? But here is one whom all of us know: THE ARTIST DIVINE Pen, pencil, chalk, knife, or key-it doesn't make any difference to him what he uses as long as his desk is decorated. The commonest type is the one that writes or carves his name on the wood, just to make sure that nobody else gets that chair, or maybe because he Wants publicity. Club names are very common, and more than once will 49 the name of the laguars for suchl appear on a desk, in black ink outlined with white chalk. The designer enjoys making sweeping curves or dart- ing arrows on his desk. The gravestone type is also very Well known. He's the guy that can hardly wait until the period is over, and will write or cut out on a drawn-in diagram of a tombstone, Here lies the one who died waiting for the bell to ring. A girl is usually the one who starts a desk correspondence, beginning with, What's your name? and terminating when she runs out of desk space. xx 1 XZ Ma ff Q ft' T Y I' L s S 'x K I -17 if But the desk isn't the only recipient of these fanciful ideas, the looseleaf book ronks high among the line of ersatz canvas. The most common writing on a looseleaf book are the names of people, often connected by the word loves, Cie. Lucky Loves Fischler, etc.l, Can you imagine if she broke off with that fellow? Why she'd have to throw away the book. But does all this mutilation of desks and books worry the BORED of Education? Of course not! Last of all we have: THE MAN WHO WASN'T THERE From the title, you can guess that this char- acter is one of Mr. Tholfsen's shadows. I-le's never Ha.T+mrsan in class. On the rare occasion when he honors us with a visit, a recess is given by the teacher, so E4 that she and our visitor can straighten out his al- 5 leged absences. lf he's lucky enough to be friends 9 with the attendance monitor, and the teacher is somewhat nearsighted, well, he has another lunch if period to his credit. Don't think that we mind his M being absent, it's only when he comes back that ' we get grumpy, as we have to take our coats off his chair and put them in the closet. So ends our actual high school days, but not in spirit, tor we always will remember that character that sat next to us, or that gorgeous hunk of blonde that was in front of us in English or that genius who provided us with the answers in history, but most of all, those teachers, we loved them all. Cl'm writing the story, not youl. l8

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Bay!! in 572.0414 By Henry Stem iWell, we the class of lune '46 are finally leaving. Thinking back on the past years we find, a little surprised, how important they were for Lafay- ette's sports. Whether you know it or not, in the three years during which the major- ity of us have tramped these halls our teams won their first football game, took two division and two city soccer championships, organized a handball squad and formed a rifle team. During this time we have also played good baseball, passing basket- ball and fighting football. Well, that's about all that will be seen on the records, but to us gradu- ating frenchies it's the memories of happy victories and sportmanlike defeats that will stay with us. lt's the thrill of watching Artie Pinto clicking behind a team and coming out with a long gain that we'll remember. lt's the sharp picture of the Lincoln games, always packed, always tough that we'll never forget. And for those few of us who were down at soccer games, a clear mind picture will always remain of the old leather dropping past an opponent's goalie for an exhibition tile of-the championships. Only a very few of us will remember the magnificent games played away from home-the leffer- son game in '45, the Boys' High game in which fighting goalie Mauceri played on, though injured. Yes, that's what we take with us, and going back a little farther we come upon the pounding, vibrant feeling of sitting in Lafayette's gym while Red Murphy galloped across the boards, or the time Ierry Remer won a game with two foul shots in sudden death. But, it's not a clear memory that we'll bring away. lt's a happy, thrill- ing, exciting, cheering, watching, chewing, stamping, hoping, cursing, whistling, atmosphere that we all felt whenever, in any sport, Lafayette's teams played, and Lafayette was spectator. lf some of you think that a sport has been omitted, then you don't know the purpose of this page. lt's not to give you records and figures, but it's something that in later years you may look at and let your mind begin recalling your own memories of Lafayette, not mine, your own recollection of a time in your life when the team wasn't professional but meant more because of the people who were playing it for you and watching it with you than any other athletic contest could. We, the class of lune '46 are leaving Lafayette and going out into a tough world. Maybe sometimes these memories of hard contests and good losers will help you take your job in the world. 20