Brackenridge High School - La Retama Yearbook (San Antonio, TX)

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In the fertile valleys and dense Brazilian jungles, workers toil on the coffee and ruhher plantations. Similarly, students Work diligentl to achieve the knowledge and experience necessary to equip them t face daily tasks. The lowly Iahorer, or peon, of the plantation may he compared o the Sophomore who must toil for his recognition and honors in Braclc - ridge. Next in rank is the overseer, the Junior, who has hecome estahlis d in his surroundings. Gi highest importance is the landowner, the Se or, who has reached the pinnacle of his success. Our UGood Neighhoru to the south of us, the United s of Brazil, is the most important of the famed ABC co s o South America. Larger than our United States, Brazil is a he utiful nation of mountain ranges interspersed with fertile valleys, se unexplored jungles, numerous majestic waterfalls, and the tremen s Amazon River. The vast undeveloped natural resources of this oung hut growing nation are essential to the welfare of this entire he isphere. Its high quality of ruhher is assuming increasing importance, a well as the other inexhaustihle treasures of nuts, hard Woods, carnauh wax, and ums from the tropical forests. Vast stores of gold, diamonds, coa , g nese ore, and petroleum are still untapped. Fertile valleys yield rich coife and cotton crops as well as feed for stock raising on the great cattle ra - mi I ' ' ' - Though ortuguese spea in o Brazil is a melting pot for all national' es, practicing tolerance friendship toward its many races, asxw as good-neighhorliness hest c r qpd hest friend H Vizf the United States, I 1 Q35-W All N

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Ucfe '70 rqmmica The prisoner, weary-eyed and manacled, His face from dreary dungeon-light grown pale, The childrens faces, masks of emptiness, Their haunted eyes, their hunger-stricken wail, The peasant's bowed and labor-bruted head- All these thy distant beacon gleam has led. O thou, kind Mother of the countryless, Into thy arms the streams of vagrants pour, Those whom the world has scorned in bitterness, And driven from her hatred-tainted shore. But thou wilt welcome all and lift thy light, To guide the homeless wanderer in the night. Here may the prisoner cast his chains aside, Here may the children laugh beside thy sea And ring the wild air with their merriment, In spaces that are measureless and free. Here too, the peasant now may raise his face, And find his long-sought, happy dwelling place. Star-crowned Freedom kneels beneath thy chair, Her guardian eagle perched upon her hand, And Tolerance, in Christly robes stands there, The balm of nations in her shining wand. High waved above, thy crested banner's blue, With blazoned stripes that pierce the dawning through. America, upon whose mother-breast Stand villages, with steepled churches spired, And chains of hills and jutted mountain peaks Long-stretching lakes in rosy sunset fired- Wide plains of space and fertile valleys lain, Sweet to the taste of sunlight and the rain- God bless thee, Land, kind Mother, long-sought Dream, And keep thy plains and hills within His arms, To shelter all who flee the Tyrant's sword, The clash of steel, and Misery's ghastly forms, Here keep thee still a Light for all who weep, A land of hearty work and quiet sleep. -By Alice Rilling. Page 34