Arts High School - Vignette Yearbook (Newark, NJ)

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PE SCL rd THE ARTIST AND THE ND WORLD OF A aad

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HEHICATION Only when guns are silent can the Artist pour out his soul to achieve his greatest works. That is why the world anticipates the commencement of the fas- cinating project of rebuilding and creating beauty out of chaos. We look to the painters, sculptors, singers, composers, instrumentalists, writers, and dancers to express the aspirations, hopes, and ideals of a new generation and for all peoples. We look to the architects, interior decorators, and craftsmen, to reconstruct our homes, to the commercialists, and the industrial, costume, and textile designers to promote progress in industry and fashion. These are the world’s future builders! In their hands lies the power and strength to invent, to discover, and to create something entirely new, something which has been perceived but not yet realized, something thrilling, breathtaking, and bright with vision] It is to these Artists in the World of Tomorrow who will mould our culture and achieve greatness from the world of imagination and ability for all mankind to glory in the growth of civilization, that we, the classes of June 44 and January '45, sincerely dedicate our Vignette.

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THE END AND THE BEGINNING MARY SCHUSTER And God looked down from His majestic height Through the starry wonders wrought by the night To the earth, plodding through her worn celestial path. He gazed at products of man’s time-worn wrath; And He sighed when He glimpsed the bomb-cratered field Where the sweat of toiling man to make nature yield Had fallen, and where now his blood in the same manner stains the rich loam In defense of his freedom, his country, his home. And His eyes filled with pity as onward He saw Cities, writhing in flames reaching skyward like claws. When suddenly, to His ears came the sound of many speaking in one voice, Not commanding, nor crying, nor calling for choice, But mounting clearly above the confusion, The prayer of the youth without youthful illusion. And as God listened, the weeping shadows on His wondrous face Fled before the silent sunshine of His smile. How long His searching eyes had sought in vain The hope, the long-lost hope! He visioned the praying youths as the new-spring seeds The roots grasping gleefully the soil, The sturdy stems leaning gracefully upon the wind And their tender, infant petals embracing all humanity In uplifted faces. And lo—they did not cease to live and beautify their home But multiplied—ten thousand fold. And grew until the broken, blood-stained earth Was healed and harbored by the moving throng that covered—all. And as the many youths arose and started on their way, God's smile went with them—saying—‘“They are the Hope.”