Lafayette High School - Legend Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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.fail Wifi amf 7e4Z'czmenl Being in full possession of our senses C???D we, as former inmates of La- fayette High School, after four years of involuntary servitude, spent in ab- sorbing the wisdom prof- erred us by the Board of Education, in consuming innumerable sandwiches in the lunchroom, in serv- ing periods of detention for not providing satisfac- tory excuses, are joyous on this, the twenty-sixth day of june, nineteen hundred and forty-six, to proclaim that these, the most valuable of our possession be left to our most cherished C??'?D ones: To Dr. Oswald-We give our heartiest thanks for helping us faithfully during our stay. To Mr. Grady-We leave a brown checked suit-if we can find one. To Miss Hart-We leave our most sincere thanks for helping us . . . to leave, and a more co-operative Senior Class. To Mr. Harwich-We leave one jeep, in which to ride back and forth from the Military Advisers desk, to the College Advisers desk, to the Math Office and to his Math Classes, also one chalk resistant suit. To Miss Teijeiro-We leave an adding machine to count up to one hundred before losing her temper and the hope that all her future Spanish classes may be imported from Madrid. To 1VIr. Broido-We leave blank pages and a typewriter with which he may write his version of How to Win Friends and lnfluence People. To Miss Della Chiesa-We leave a class of millionaires. To Mr. Nczzer-We leave the Math Departments discarded string compasses. Who knows, he may find the 'lost Chord there. To Mr. Icxrnpel-We leave a pair of red flannel underwear for his bubby . To the Cafeteria Bus-Boy-We leave a pair of cymbals to replace the trays he has worn out by banging. To Mr. Iacobson-We have nothing to leave-He took all we had. To Mr. Pincus-We leave a patrol wagon with which he can 'Round up de boys. To Mr. Blumenthal-We leave a piggy bank . . . so he can pay off all the students who laugh at his corny jokes. To the Cafeteria-We leave our names engraved on the tables for posterity. 29

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Mr. Abraham ffor Lincolnl Harwich: Head ot Math Dept., College Adviser Cit's about time you knewl, Veterans' Adviser, and math teacher . . . all rolled up into one . . . originally was English teacher but when principal ot school saw how he could mix up telephone numbers, he was put in math dept .... favorite sport is hand- ball although he often interrupts classes to tell them why he should have pitched for the Cubs in the third series game instead ot Derringer . . . known as a wit by mostly all the student Cexcept those he tailedb and regards this senior class in- cluding those members that took the three and one-halt years course, as the best he has seen and hopes to see yet in Lafayette. Cl didn't hold a gun in his back eitherl . . . 'tAlways have a mind ot your own to think your problems through . . . then debate it. Wmfea By Blanche Levey Gaze at the world, its endless might, its cities great, its evening light Gaze and wonder- Look at the sea, its roaring waves, its endless shore, its watery caves Look and wonder- Watch the sky, its broad expanse, its lovely hue, its stars that dance Watch and Wonder Wonder how and wonder why From what the sea, trom where the sky Wonder how it came to be A world between a sky and sea. 28

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To Mr. Herscher-We leave a tast get-away car and all the money he CCIH carry. To Sam and Andy tour faithful busmenl-We leave a pair ot llf2 by 2 sardine cans as a memento ot some tight squeezes. To the future Lafayett-eites-We leave our advice- Youll be sorry . To Next Term's Legend Staff-We leave one complimentary copy ot this terms Legend, which Will probably haunt them tor the rest ot their lives. To Lafayette--WE LEAVE. Charles Binder Phyllis Ennis Beulah Levitt Albert Marshak RYET K 5ENt0R NEN fy 0, Sys H. 5, rf' f A ' , Gxmtuu .Seniaa fb .7 .7 by Shelly Rabinowitz l really can't believe it's true, but here it is at last, The days we otten dreamed ot, in the years that have slipped past. l remember how l envied with a heavy-hearted sigh, The care-tree, happy-go-luckies, Whose Senior Pins caught my eye. l watched them on the candy line, in tront ot all the rest, They pushed me on the lunch line, and always got the best. Those days when l Was hoping to eat my lunch outside, l sweated with the other kids, the time l had to bidell Each term l heard about the shows the Seniors said were grand, Ot course they were so special, no one else could understand. Then there was a certain day, that Seniors only had, We Watched them run our classes with eyes so big and sad. The time has come when I can see and understand their ways, Because, my triends, as you can tell, l'm in my Senior Daze. 30