Lafayette High School - Legend Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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X X ,, ,. xX X I, .... .- v ,.. it KJ. N NM..--:ri x- I I 'V- D... V ...-7 W.. f x,.i-- . ,.. ' W...-H' i -1 ,,,,.,...-.-v , N . my h,,.,.. ....., . W X N. P --s AN EDITORIAL We who have been educated in a democracy and believe in freedom must fight for peace. The tragic war which so recently has been won has brought the world to a period of 'suspended animationf' the tranquility we sought is even now eluding our grasp. We who realize the awful finality of another world conflict have a great responsibility to bear. The world is often oblivious to the great dangers threatening it. We must awaken the worldg we must never let OUR minds sleep. We are the youth of Americag in our hands rests the future of the world, We must always examine situations carefully, and draw inferences from thought, not emotion. The racial and religious intolerence of the modern world is brought about by people who feel instead of think. The intelligence with which we have been gifted must be utilized, and not left to rest. We must be individuals, and not part of a mob. A thinking world instead of an impetuous world, means a world of peace instead of one which is ravaged by war. We must never permit the mental discipline which has been inculcated into our personalities throughout our school lives to vanish, but we must always preserve it as an inherent part of our make-up. We have been taught to think carefully and to choose wisely. Only by doing these can we hope to reach our goals and to glorify the concepts of democracy. Finally we must realize that no past victory is so greatg no present failure so dismal as to warrant living in retrospect. A mature person must be able to live in each instant as it passes. The material world is the world of the present and none other. lt is here that we must plant our hopes so as to reap a fuller harvest in the future. By IRA EWEN Ten

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SENIOR ISIDOR AUERBACH HELEN HAUPTMAN BARNET RAPPAPORT MARIORIE IAMES REBECCA SIMONS IRVING GORDON . . X , f ,,...ff?:Iv ,f f . ,.,E :Zig f X4 W... H Tv. I . A 1 ,ii g ' vp ' 3- Ei 5 h , .,., Q , X ' Q? A X Nw? K X W f , X 'Xf W N3 w 45 Q 'R f fa 95 f, Q mf! ffv X 7 'O f f VG' , f W . y -----'- 2 ,,f V f TEACHERS MABEL STIMMEL FLORENCE MARANS VIVIAN GREENFIELD COSIMO DE PIETTO SAMUEL ZARACHOFF BEATRICE WAKS

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Youth T l am not wise, say this of me: Tm young My world is harsh and strange, yet l'm its king T , Y, I.. Oh, be there the reason for the bubbling spring J ,, Of passionstseeming small, songs often sung. 5 My words are made of foreign cloth, who flung This earthly cloak of nettles, see they sting My flesh, what makes the knowing church bells ring, Proclaim my fate to grace a heap of dung? l shall not die, oh no, my laughter mocks Philosophers and priests, and in my veins The pulsing blood denies the hands of clocks l flirt with fire, l run with fearful rains Through graveyards, where l crush the mourning rocks, Then lift my feet and fly: Life bring your pains. URSALA KATZKY Reminiscent Here, l sit with nothing much to do. Teacher gives last lesson, and l reminisce of you. Has it really happened, can it all be true, Am I really leaving, are my school-days all through? History dates, algebra rules, and the songs we had to sing, Each and every class we've had have left a mirth or sting. The teachers as they babbled, on this or the other thing, They didn't know we listened for the passing bell to ring. The cafeteria rumpus upon which teacher would frown, The screaming on top of lungs in my ears do pound, The boogie woogie kid goin' to town. Lafayette students, Are any of us sound? The baseball, the soccer, the football games we won The volleyball, the tennis, the basketball. All well done' Each and every game we attended, was so much fun. All the kids who gave, Their everything, the Lafayette daughter and son. They asked each term money for GO. dues, And remember the Marquis and Lafayette News. The senior expenses, were greeted with Boas And when Dad saw the bills, he blew a fuse. Here l sit with tears in my eyes to say, This is the end of my many happy years of work and play We leave behind our childhood of yesterday, Oh! Lafayette! We don't want to leave, we want to stay! NANCY HURANT Eleven