St Josephs College - Footprints Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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To the FACULTY ' ,111-1 cl;is of nineteen twenly-eii ht L;(lC to lake its place in the proces- ion of the classes that have g ' one ' ' ' before. I ' or a year, perhaps, it will stand out as the last to leave you, but soon even its entity will be dinuned by the many that will follow. Soon it will be a hardly jier- cejitible division in the long- line of alunmae wending their way from Alma Alater. I ' nu years ago it came to you, clay bent but roughly into shape. To you was the labor of smoothing, of straightening, of luolding to a more gracious form. It was for you to reveal unexpected beauties in the common earth. At times the fashioning must have been difficult, the clay tenacious, the task- nigh unre(|uited. Whether this class ever will render to you the due that is yours, is -eiled in the slowly diffusing- nn ' sts of the years. That due is not the recom])ense you seek. Yet, whatever there is of beauty, of good, of truth, was wrought by you — it is offered as twenty-eight ' s tribute. ifflcee OXSoSC t ' ) H 33ffls a

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To My Mother and Father e r A Recompense O, for ihc voire of ti thuiul crnui c ittirtirt, Echoinc hack Earth ' s praises to (rod, Or the forest ' s hushed tribute of ( othir splendor, That I icho break this silence b my tread upon the sod, JJ ' hose voice is dro ' icned in eater ' s endless rushnuj, Mu ht make a silent prayer of recompense Or voice my celling gratitude. io}.:»