Prospect Heights High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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J 1 x fl because l can remember any face. lt's nothing that l wish to brag a out . . . just a gift, Even il you never study another tace in your lite, loolc at this one and try to remember it no need for worry. He's really a reliable kid, or means to be, and he met Mr. Brown and tool: him home. Now if Dad had had the right lcind of confidence in Bob, everything would have gone all right, but did Dad trust my brother? No. You really can't blame Dad too much, for there were a few bad experiences that had been caused by Bob's forgetlulness, 'V V :KG MXN: 'J .J J Z , 22 ,Q If K 1 f GX lqlff 4 7.1 ff ,I I'-NX f 4 X NX . 4 - , S1 Bob tried to reassure Dad that he would be there and that there was Q f like that time when he was supposed to get Dad,s dress suit from the tailor the night that they were having the big banquet in his honor. Dad arrived at the station just as the train was pulling in. He rushed up to the man with the bulging suitcase who was getting off the end train on the rear platform and walking eagerly in his direction. l gathered later that Dad had made some fraternity sign to him,-he'll never do it for us-'says that hels not supposed to-something like putting his loot into his mouth, my mother says,-and they fell into each other's arms. Why, Bill, how are you, man?U he cried, giving him a hearty slap on the baclc. The man, who proved later to be Bill Johnson, a traveling salesman whose suitcase was lined with brushes, was glad to be united with some- one whom he was supposed to lcnow. He wasn't going to show that he had forgotten an old fraternity brother, and it was easy since his forgotten friend did all the tallcing. Dad hardly waited for an answer to his ques- tions, and all Johnson had to do was to nod his head up and down, gutlaw good and loud, and malce the old fraternity sign once in a while. Bob and Mr. Brown were already in the living room when Dad wallced in with Mr. Johnson. Bill Brown jumped up when he saw Dad and shouted a greeting. Dad practically llew to the ceiling with surprise. He quiclcly loolced at Bob. Bob loolced at the salesman. The salesman loolced at the door, even began wallcing toward it. Then Dad grabbed him by the coat-tail, yanlced him and Bill Brown into the dining room where they did some fraternity monlcey business. When we were all seated around the dining room table, Mr. Brown said to Dad, You lcnow. Sam, that boy is the spitting image of you. Yes, Bob agreed, Heverybody thinlcs that Dad loolcs lilce me. He-'s getting more like me in his ways every day. Like father, like son, huh, Dad? ll ...f-'X 'fyafr-auf.

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0 'Q 'Q o ' CLASS OF JUNE 1948