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Letter from a 1935 Lane Grad

Friday, April 1, 2011   (0 Comments)
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Letter from a 1935 Lane Grad

[April 2011]

His handwritten letter reads: 

Dear Friends, 

It's been a long time that I've not seen a letter from any of my older classmates. Here's one from a real oldie! 

I attended Lane Tech in the years 1931-1935, attending 2 years at Sheldon Branch, the electrical prep unit of Lane at State and Elm streets, a refurbished old grammar school with about 10 nice portable buildings on its grounds. 

It was a great time to be a student! The curriculum was great, the teachers were greater! I remember them vividly! John Palka, Mr. Carr, Mr. Michelle, Miss Amspaugh, Mr. Andersen, James Longman, Henry Borchart were "Super." They loved teaching and they loved their students! 

After that I was for one year at the "Old Lane" on Sedgwick St. It had portables too, and one of them, Mr. Michelle's classroom, was nearly under the "L" Train tracks. What a noise it made! 

In 1934 we moved into the "New Lane" and in 1935 I was in the first class to graduate from it! What a privilege for us to graduate from the greatest school in the world! 

What made Lane so great? I think it was the dedicated teachers who loved to teach so intensly, that discipline in the classroom was IMPERATIVE. I want to tell about a discipline problem that was courageously solved on the moment of need by a teacher! 

Mr. Borchart was the teacher. 6'8 tall Adolph Schmidt, the 190lb center of Lane's Basketball Team was the subject. I knew Adolph as a friend, and I'm sure he'll admit to his error, that time. It was in a study hall, and Adolph had been warned about the commotion he'd been making, so Mr. Borchart stood and said, "Mr. Schmidt I'm going to take you to the Principals Office." Adolf replied, "I'd like to see you try!" At that, Mr Borchart moved quickly to the rear of the room where Schmidt was seated and said, "Mr. Schmidt, please stand up." Schmidt hadn't gotten erect when Mr. B was upon him! There was a whirl of legs and arms, and in seconds Schmidt ended up locked upon Mr. Borcharts back in a firemans carry! Schmidts head and knees rattled off the classroom door frame as they exited! Done! 

I'd like to hear from any of my classmates about this, or other things of our years together! 

Sincerely, 

Daniel S. Roth