Tilden High School - Classic Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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MANS HDPE A sfruggling young Beefhoven or Bach creafes a masferpiece of fones and cadences. His music, a peaceful valley, suddenly climbs fo fhe fops of a mounfain, fhen erupfs from a hidden volcano, or rambles as a summer road, or dances as frippingly as Harlequin and Columbine, A sfrong and graceful parf of a world very much pleading for sfrengfh and grace. A iazz player, a smoky room, filled wifh giddy dancing couples is a parf of fhe sfrengfh and grace. So is a crooner: so is a colorafura, a forch singer, a Toscanini. An orchesfra reaches fhe heighfs of a symphony, An audience sfirs, as if some chord had suddenly reminded fhem of losf 'rhoughfs and dreams. The acfress fakes her curfain calls, repeafed again and again, in answer fo fhe fhunderous applause. She has creafed a new being, a slice of humanify, drawn from fhe molds of fheir own flesh and blood, and fhey respond fo fhis humanify wifh a fouching sorf of remembrance. Again fhe crowd sfirs, recalling, reliving a hope or dream, buf nof quife undersfanding why .... A painfing hangs in a museum, in a gallery, or in a sfudio. If brings forfh a mulfifude of new infensifies, new moods, and emofions of unexplored realms. A world of flowing line, amorphous shape and fanfasfic color. The awareness, fhe sfirring again, fhe slow awakening of sensafiong The people beginning fo see, fo feel again, Buf nof quife sure .... A book, a sfory, a poem somefimes bring fo Iigl-1++he secref sfirring. The fhoughfs broughf forfh by mere words, A love sfory, a sad sfory, a children's sfory, a funny sfory. Perhaps fhe words will unlock fhe secref, fhe sfirring of fhe crowds. A child, laughing, screaming, leaping, fhinking, hoping, creafing, And fhen fhey know fhe only key fo life's own secref, To happiness To fhe meaning of fhings, To knowledge. ln fheir one momenf of grafifying success, for fhe birfh of so-me wondrous work, lovingly creafed by fhe magnefic drive of creafivify. Their only hope, our only hope, fo build wifh our own hands fhe subsfance of our dreams: To look up af fhe sky, fo fomorrowg To have fhe courage fo hope, buf nof fo hope alone, To creafe fhe hopes unfil fhey are visions no longer, and are consummafed in music, painfings, books and people, over and over again. The dream of humanify. LYNNE SHARON

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THE CARNIVAL The place danced wi+h color And 'The splendor and gaie+y caughi' our eyes. We were enfangled in a maze of brilliance: Our eyes iumped resrlessly from place 'ro place. We gazed up al' l'he wondrous sighls, The carnival was a ceaseless world and we were 'rhe inhabifanls There was no lime +0 slop and marvel af each poin'l', We had +o move ahead: Our feel seemed +o fly +o fhe nexf aHrac'Hon. Our naive minds fried io grasp all Thar we saw, Searching-searching for somefhing new, we conlinued. The carnival was a game and we were 'The players. L4