Greenville High School - Hi Life Yearbook (Greenville, MI)

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QZXQQIZXQQZX HI - ,C I FE ZKQQESZQQESF1 From religion to this formerly much sought beauty in the universe. Yes! it is worth while to spend a few hours in the garden to provoke beauty from the little seed and bulbs. It is worth while to seek beauty on Sundays, if time permits. It can not be completely scorned, only partially neglected through lack of time and absence of interest. Again, this old truth-eternal-superhuman. I seek no super- human! I see no eternal! Yes! I desire truth, but only material and physical truth, truth made by God, discovered and criticized by man. My love -love of life, of fellow humans is materialistic. I feel no superhuman attraction between myself or any other element. It is an attraction based on human qualities-a human love expanding and contracting with human existance, not soaring on high spiritual feeling. No more of the supposed-to-be possessed qualities of a happy human being need to be disdained. Progress is my creed-progress in material advancements. An American Babbitt is my ideal. An economic success is the religion which I worship-the only one I could ever worship successfully-the only one I could enjoy. In short, my philo- sophy of life is the philosophy of a materialist, simply because I have been reared in a world in which I feel no attraction toward the spiritual. As long as this is the personal interpretation of my life which to me makes it most enjoyable and most fruitful, let me be subjected to no criticism. A SENIOR. a 11930 1 'Pale 91

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QEKQQZXQQZX H I - ,C I FE EXQQESQQZXQ MY PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE PHILOSOPHY in the modern sense of the word is the science which deals with the speculation upon the final reality of things and upon the validity of the general concepts and principles underlying all branches of scientific knowledge. As a mere high school senior I have no qualifications to invade this field. Let this only be the expression of the small portion of life which I have lived, only the thoughts of a youth, which, let us hope, may be altered with time. For, with no change, no progress will be apparent. I believe a God is essential. I cannot conceive of this universe so perfectly made, so successfully complex, without a God as its originator -a God in spirit only. Yet, perhaps due to our economic system, I feel no urgent need of God in my life. Of what value can a God be who is present only in an occasional thought-in a thought soon forgotten in the struggle for economic gain? With this rationalized God, I can associate no Biblical history. The Bible is only based on a deductive reasoning to which I can see no proof. Why should I believe in it? I can scorn no principle the Old Philosophy of Life advo- cates, through the little I know of the sciences, through our govern- ment, our laws et Cetera, I accept most of these principles only because they will serve as an important aid to make my life more productive, not because they have a spiritual value-not because they should have been the will of God or his Son . From this I cannot naturally believe in an after-world. I enjoy this life too much, I am too anxious to be an economic success to have even the slightest longing for a Heaven after this Hell. No one can prove immortality except by the most vague of practical deductive reasoning, I feel no desire for an after life. Why take a chance? I see a hopeful career before me. Why spoil this by a desire for a better? These facts and because I believe in the mores of my own generation, keep me from close contact with any religious life. F. -11930f- -. . 'Page 90

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CQZXQSEZXQQZX HI - I I FE QXQQZKQBQZXQ 'T his Tointing to the Sky Tall trees stretching their arms to the skyg Church steeples all flinging their tapered spires to the sky, City skyscrapers blotting the light in slender columns demanding the sky, And man hurrying along lifting his face to the Is it symbolic, or just an idle jest of the futility of hope? This pointing to the sky. On Alone, Child ! Walk on alone, child. It'.r a hard, .map road, All lonerom: ana' wild, But Right i.r your goaal, .Ya walk on alone, child. - s ,J1930,i S 'Page 92 .,.. .i ,