Manhattan High School of Aviation Trades - Solo Yearbook (New York, NY)

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and Drum Corps takes two first prizes in Jersey competition, Mr. Bloom blooms smiles of satisfaction . . . Mr. Schain organizes first S.A.T. orchestra in many moons . . . Glee Club entertains patients of nearby hospital, patients display patience . . . December 20, student jivesters make resounding success of first seventh term dance, lower seniors proudly exhibit cuts garnered in shop . . . MPlane Talkingl' first musical revue given by S.A.T. fwith the assistance of capable girls. Rufflj ac- claimed by all as terrific . . . So we leave seventh term, where never before have so many students worked so hard on so many cylinders for so long a time for such low marks . . . S.A.T. plans new school. February to June '46 Yippee! we're seniors, now we can don the coveted senior uniform with the identifying patch on the sleeve, it's our privilege to splice cables and operate pneumatic riveting guns . . . A new, titanic, tongue-twisting, witty ditty, ufihickory Chickf, has students raving . . . Peron uelectedi' president of Argentina, Seniors elect fby vote that isj Terenzoni presi- dent of the Senior Council . . . The drive is on, Mr. Bennett is on the prowlg Solo money, graduation dues, ring, Prom tickets . . . We hoof it, snazzy-like, at the Needle Trades dance . . . Jitterbugging is the highlight of the spectacular Walton dance . . . The heppy, jumpin' jivemen stam- pede the Julia Richman affair . . . But at the Prom we waltz and we fox- trot, many of us with these same girls, and we love it . . . Oh, to be a rookie again . . . S.A.T. plans new school. Yes, to be a rookie again, sounds funny, doesn't it? At one time this thought was farthest from our minds, but now-well, it's different . . . We go through it all too rapidly . . . Prom night comes with charming girls in dazzling gowns, escorted by handsome young MEN . . . Graduation exercises are here, there, gone forever . . . Oh, to be a rookie again. AL CARUSO service squad

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w..,,,Q declines Hollywood offers . . . Eighth termers get Aircobra in shop, it'll never come out alive . . . Senior patch added to uniform . . . S.A.T. plans new school. February to June ,45 We come to school this term and find, to our amazement, new seats- a la amphitheater-in the annex, we're moving ahead . . . Twelve five- cylinder Kinner engines arrive at the seventh term engine shops, just think of itg next term we'll work on 'emg oh well, how long did you expect them to last, anyway . . . Aviation's diamond masters get started on right leg, beating Commerce, 6 to 1 . . . Orientation night is a big success . . . The world mourns the death of our beloved president, Franklin Delano Roosevelt . . . Here at school, another loss, for Nellie, ever faithful and popular, has passed away . . . Baseball team still going strong . . . Flash! May 8, Germany surrenders unconditionally, two down, one to go . . . Seventh termer, Richard Hanson, a great success at auditorium programs . . . Log, as usual, wins first place award in their category for all-ways excellence . . . MacArthur and Nimitz batter ,laps in the Pacific, sixth termers batter gas tanks and watertight bulkheads in brutal fashion . . . Why the open shirt for Mr. Chafetz? Buttons popped off when he stuck out his chestg his baseball team just copped the championship of three boroughs. S.A.T. plans new school. September ,45 to January 946 Wow! What a summer! What a vacation! August 9, the first atom bomb drops on Hiroshima . . . August 15, ,laps surrender, VJ Day oiii- cially announced . . . The Dodgers have a disappointing season, well, Hwait 'til next year . . . And we're seventh termers. All those beautiful engines are ours. Ugh, itis no fun cleaning oily pistons . . . Ouch! the knuckles just canit take the beating safetying unleashes at them . . . Bugle 18

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from the bottom of our hearts From the bottom of our hearts Thanks for the memory Of books that weighed a ton Of bells that made us run A whale of a time for you and me In our alma mater S. A. T. We thank you so much. And thanks for the memory Of gas tanks that we built Of casein glue we spilt Of cylinder four and carburetor Of swimming pool and escalator We thank you so much. And thanks for the memory Of notes through which we'd dig And simple stuff like trig Of absence reports and a cutting card And 25 laps around the yard We thank you so much. Gee, we'll miss them all Our friends named Ben and Sam Whose specialty is ham The inner yard and the Hollywood Pepsi-Cola that tasted so good We thank you so much. We made you dizzy, we made you gray There's a tear in our eye, but all we can say Is thank you so much. And now we'll say goodbye We'll miss you, donit ask why You gave us the knowledge we will need Because of you we will succeed So-we thank you so much. AL DINHOFER