Evander Childs High School - Oriole Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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All The World ' s . . . This wide and universal theatre presents more pageants than the scene wherein we play ... I closed my Regents Review Book. This wide and universal theatre . . . New York, with its millions of actors riding in crowded sub- ways to work in offices, factories, shops; all with their private roles in comedy and tragedy, pantomime and pageant. I thought of students pouring into schools and colleges; plain people; mothers marketing, house cleaning; great financiers; labor leaders, day laborers, small clerks, artists, writers, doctors, nurses, teachers, — and so they play their part. I thought of other great cities of these United States, all the fabric of this pageant. I thought of farmers and miners; cotton pickers; gardeners, fishermen and lumbermen, those who do the work of the world — stagehands — actors who play their part. I thought of the people outside our borders — Canadians and Russians and Scandinavians in their Northern scenes: I thought of the romantic Latins to the South; dark Africans of Nile and Congo; proud Moslems of the Middle East; Hindu sects and mobs, and the yellow and brown people of the Far East with their old cultures. I thought of the hungry people of Europe. . . . Myriads of people — working, struggling, longing; actors in this wide and universal theatre. I thought of war and pain and death. I thought of people ' s hopes for a world without war, without fear, their groping for something better, something beyond themselves; their longing for peace and order and self-respect; the stuff that dreams are made on. . . . Actors, all. They have their exits and their entrances. And then I realized that I am an actor, too. I am part of the show, this wide and universal theatre, part of the community in which I was brought up, part of this great city, part of our country, part of the world. I must play correctly, fearlessly, fervently, always remembering the en- semble. The play ' s the thing! And I, too, have a role!

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1 SENIOR DANCE COMMITTEE GIRLS E CLUB CHEERLEADERS CLUB

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CLASS SONG To the tune of . . . Drink to me Cniy with Thine Eyes Here ' s to the Iriendships, tried and enduring, Of our beioved class; Here ' s to the memories, sweet and alluring, Evander has helped us amass! Of Evander ' s days We sing the praise And hope its name to raise! Here ' s to the future, bright and assuring. Of every dear lad and lass! Farewell to the classrooms, offices, gym. Farewell to the picture-hung walls; Farewell to the lunchroom and study hall dim. Farewell to the dear noisy ha lls. We ' ll miss you, we know, Wherever we go, For we have loved you so! Farewell Evander! We leave you this hymn. As work or college calls! Good luck to the teachers, hard-working creatures. Who helped us to reach our aims; Good luck to the Principal, Deans, (the preachers!) We always will love you the same! You ' ve scolded us well. But we think you ' re just swell. And now we ' re ready to tell: It ' s because of all your wonderful features We ' ll always be glad we came!