Lafayette High School - Legend Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

Page 20 text:

if V2-ff? f -fm! Last Twill cmd Westament We are partingfthe teachers and wefwe are parting amenably. Our friendship has been based on reciprocal agreementsfgive and take. They gave us homework and we took it. Our entire society in Lafayette was based on this give and take, and for quite a while things were pretty hectic. In om' yulrx at l.ufayz'tf:' rm' have l'l'til'fl'l'!I' mon' tlmzz wc gazfc. UQ' hum' ulrzwdy n1c'11ti0m'1f l1on1z'1z'o1'k. Wa' zlfrn' lIf.f0 gfzfwz pfnfq t'tIl'lf.t', 11'z'If'11ti0n, tzzflx, Dltlfki, aff. Slfllfl' fl ix mid lhut ll fx bcttw' to gizfz' lhcn l'l'l'l'I.l'l'H wc :Irv lwzfing Ihcxz' Ihoughts .nzdfnr nbjzfli zfllfl In mn' fmrliwit' mul m11fe.t1rrn'.i'. TO: Dr. Oswald . . . A new group of small, awkward, bewildered children to change into straight backed, self assured, young men and women. Mr. Grady . . . A large office, the hope that you keep your sense of humor in your, ah, middle age, and a rousing cheer. Rahl Mr. Pocai . . . A pretty, young assistant attendance officer and an original excuse to be absent on Mondays and Fridays. Mr. Iacobs and Mr. Goldberg . . . For their camp we leave 500 boys and girls who have a burning passion for a rifle range, archery, tennis, and a com- petent staff. Sixteen

Page 19 text:

---V, .-,HS xv, ,-N 'QW 3 ,QELQ-'I sL39?'Qf9 1 A 'Nw 2Z s os r A H11 F716 GIRL Euswem , BERVASI 5 G WL RRI KXYT SS CAROL NCQ! 688551: ,Q Q T RRNK VHRBI LWOU -Z P0 YVLMI BNI JOSEPHINE CRINU Wickford V PORTNO CONNIE GRASSO '

Page 21 text:

'tl Y l ii, Nl'-mfr,-s. - , Mr. Holstein . . . A toupee tfor bleaching experiments, of coursel. Mr. Rappaport . . . Complete control over a tenth degree holding company replete with graft and lobbyists. Mr. Milella . . . The hope that New York's Philharmonic all move into Lafay- ette's district. Mr. S. Levine . . . A guide on l-low To Make Up Easy Tests. Mr. D. Levine . . . Our sincere hope that all his conservation dreams come true. Mr. Bloom . . . A bunch of first aid students who can tie an open head ban- dage with closed eyes. Mr. Novak . . . A two hundred page issue of the Marquis on slick paper. Miss Costa . . . Another invention from M.l.T., a silent student. Miss Koechling . . . For her student court . . . Judges with the wisdom of Solo- mon Cnot necessarily with a thousand wivesl. Mr. Duskis . . . Students who understand his jokes, which are undoubtedly very funny fwe thinkl. Miss Canning . . . A. bicycle pump to inflate flat a's. Mr. Bonom . . . College applications that exude neatness. Mr. Pincus . . . A, senior who doesn't think he's a big time operator. Mr. Horn . . . So that he doesn't spend sleepless nights counting ticket stubs, 1001, subscription to all ball games. Mr. Gebhardt . . . An issue of The Lafayette News that arrives promptly fjust like his new daughter didl, Mrs. Dufort . . . Our thanks for changing our programs, listening to our' prob- lems, and answering our notes in a legible hand. Cafeteria . . . To our pleasant, cheerful, and elegent eating place we leave a jug of good cheer fthe 86 proof kindl. Lafayette News . . . Writers and photographers to take the place ot the brilliant fsicl columnists and cameramen who are graduating this term. The Football Team . . . A Football team. The Unpaved Street Outside The School . . . Q'S !1l1,l l?QicSJZ,'I'. Next Term's Legend Editor . . . This term's Legend editor. That's about all there is. The expenses of graduating have left us penni- less indeed. There is one more bequest that is certainly not least. To the stu- dents-the future seniors . . . We leave them the heritage that was left to us. Oh . . . your aching backs. Writ by Hand in the Presence of the delerztion hall iearber on flair day of june, 1950. THE SENIOR CLASS Paul Koreto, Scribe When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried. When the oldest colors have faded, and the youngest critic has died. We shall rest, and. faith. we shall need it-lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master ot All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew. -Kipling Seventeen