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

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with Dean Weiner about wearing gym sneakers to the Prom. Wiing dis- tribution nears, and academic teachers marvel at the subdued atmosphere. Apple prices go up as seniors try to keep teacher happy. Solo men avoid the accusing finger of Mr. Agranoff as they try like mad to get the book out by August 15. MAY: Vlfhat gorgeous weather this merry month of May. We now come to school in our new Packards, Cadillacs, and Fords. Teachers. the old diehards, cling to their bicycles and pogo sticks. What bliss to drowse in the spacious cockpit of the Beechcraft in Mr. Miller's shop. No, Mulligan, I w0n7t sign your petition. The elections are over-over. do you hear? Much dither about the glamor contest, won by unanimous acclaim of three student judges and Mr. Bennett, first honors going to Miss Flamholtz. The judges have been missing for two weeks. We wonder where the bodies have been buried. Richard Elmo's financial difficulties have been solved temporarily. He was seen during lunch hour, helping out Harry, the Hot Dog man. Nothing can keep a good senior down. JUNE: Gosh, those finals were tough, but thank goodness we can now sell the old gyp sheet to some smart seventh termer. Lanyi, bright boy of the class, finally proved through trig and navigation that morp is prom spelled backwards. We're not convinced yet. Thousands of beauti- ful girls at the Prom, and seniors decked out in tux and tails. No wonder so many teachers attend. Comes at last. after weeks of tapering off from our last-minute strenuous activities, the big day itself, parole-graduation, we meant to say. Mr. B., asked his opinion of the graduating class, trans- formed his features into what resembled a corroded grapefruit and snarled, MBunch of stupid kids. So, with this modest modicum of proper S.A.T. diction, we take our leave of the hallowed halls that have been our home for the last three years. We are now equipped with brains, facts, and fancy ideas of our own. All we need now is a clear wind, and we'll do the rest. Thanks for everything. H.AROLD Ross 1 1 I 1 1 1 I I 1 1 Cl El 5 E 2 I3 QQ.- tg r Ginn, 9,45 I gs-Q . Fm.: ,-5 05 -S git Q. 9 B9 -,sf ,I 113.-.1 T 2 .ff X iilwi u 6 F Q, 1 X - -5, J I 9 ' X E- X El wx' 1 E .5 , - .7 . e A I ..: , . E .1 IV - ld - I '14 M 1 WW W g l I-L Q xg Z In

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senior diary Gaze upon us, lower termers, for we have been granted the sacred heritage of seniorship. These garments which we wear faithfully serve as a sufficient reward for the three years of arduous study which we have all managed to survive. Indeed, the tree of patience seems at last ready to bear fruit. FEBRUARY: Brazen and bold as all new seniors are, we scorn outer clothing and catch innumerable colds exhibiting in nonchalant fashion our spiffy uniforms, wandering grimly through the wintry winds to the steps of our beloved mansion of learning. At last we enter the home of the great ones, the reconverted eighth term shop. Our new shop teachers gaze lovingly upon us, pat our cheeks and then gently turn us upside down in a search for loose shop funds. What a sight to gaze once more upon the A-17-S rivet. MARCH: Discarding our Davis lamps, for we come now to school in the light of early dawn, we enter upon a hectic election campaign. Our choice wins, having promised graduation in May, no draft for S.A.T. grads, and only nineteen laps around the yard. Money is the eternal cry. Whether cringing in one of the basement boilers or in the scrap metal pile, Mr. Bennett finds us. His eight pairs of roller skates are continu- ally being repaired by his slave squadron. Comes picture time, and all the matinee idols get sharpened up. Senior Spanos gets shave and hair- cut for the big occasion. Great talk about a school dance with the Julia Richman girls, but quick death to the idea because none of us knows how to dance. APRIL: Spring is in the air, and a man's thoughts turn to-money, money, money. We are assailed by reps for Solo, Log, Jewelry, Red Cross, and sundry individual benefits. Andrew Sbrocco is seen arguing W l -- A fi S Qs vis ff A 2715 4, X Q, Za il A i fi , :ft 5 K W 1 .. my X , , I 'W' F97 X f l V X 1 fyft rf. ay fl f I Rum ax' Q.. id ? W - ' I X I M N 'Mx E .- , ., ., iff ZUXX 7 . Xi i 7 , QAM?-if ' '- i an

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w i' ' ' . ml senior council It seems like only four months ago our beloved portals were be- decked with innumerable posters, pictures and bright sayings, as once more a new senior class saw its contemporaries beat their respective brains out getting nominations, making impressive ads and being good to all fellow seniors till it hurt, in fond hopes of being elected to the Senior Council. Out of a field of twenty candidates came Amerigo Terenzoni as president, David Triebitz, vice-president, Robert Nielssen, secretary, and Charles Zirpiades, treasurer. Our thanks go to these boys for making various girls schools better places to dance in. To Dean Weiner also we give our collective regards. The eighth term would not have been as successful had it not been for his keen foresight and ex- cellent advice. The problems overcome by these officers and the other members of the Senior Council were by no means few or insignificant. Rings, pins and other jewelry were distributed with a minimum of confusion and a maximum of expense. Then came the Prom. Everybody knew the best way to run the Prom. Suggestions met these harassed officers wherever they went. Armchair organizers were put in their proper place when the season's gala event arrived and compliments from every source proved the discretion of the committee. The senior class is much obliged to Dean Weiner for his ready cooperation in all matters, and to the ofiicers for devoting their time and energy to giving us the most pleasant memories to take into a muddled world with us.