Art And Design High School - Prism Yearbook (New York, NY)

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MESSAGE FROM THE SENIOR CLASS PRESIDENT Fellow Graduates, An Artist is the innovator, social critic, idealistic wave of the future, holder ot golden impulses leading mankind away from dreary cities to Life. As our arrival becomes reality, we see imprinted on our still academic soul, the key to the future as unity of Science with Imagination. We see the distant Artist in our selves that can, perhaps, carry a little life in this manner. The rainbow hued spangle is stretched before us, there is an Angel at the end. This is the Artist- unbound but bound to Truth, This is the pot of gold: yellow-light, inspirationp orange-flame, red-love: purple-future, science, indigo-depth, silence, blue-soul, green-health, balance. Reach- ing to achieve a spectrum within our selves, to arrive at the Angel, we learn to emerge slowly, to be patient, to be honest, to be human. We, united, like light to enter the prism of high school, now shatter gleaming, friend, and Face Forward, Voyager! Lynn Jarvis President Back: Pedro Lopez, President: Mr. Somers Coordinator of Student Activities Front: Ellen LaSpalluto, Secretary, Jeanne Van Slckel Vice President Rosemarie Tortorello, Treasurer X

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REFLECTIONS At the beginning, there was the Word. The Word, soft and melodious, sang into space and created the light. The light, beaming gloriously, shines upon a prism, there to be imprisoned and converted to soft yellow greens or shocking, bleeding reds. We are prisms. We talk, we act, we live and die, reflecting that heavenly light-glowing within us, and it is the intensity of our lives that deter- mines the colors of our rainbow. It is up to us to interpret the Divine message! To place on our young shoulders the most significant and heaviest load that can be offered,-the future of humanity! To slowly move up to the front lines and take the controls of our families, our society, our country-our world! To be responsible, through our knowledge, experience and strength, to guide our descendants and deliver them safely. This, if not the most responsible task, is certainly the most noble: for what nobler act could we do than to make this cynical world a Utopia, where truly all men are equal, all men can laugh freely, and all members of mankind can love one another! The world, society, and perhaps even our families, are found today under a strong decaying process-decadent and corruptive. On one side, men go to wars and slaughter one another, like savage beasts, without even knowing their opponents: they bomb innocent families, permit degradation and inhumanity to grow, for their own comfort and benefit. On the other hand, the movements to stop this insanity, behave iust as demented by falling into the same inhuman abyss. They search for something better-if that's what they truly want-with fires, lootings, riots, rocks, and heckling, never stopping to realize that fire is not fought with gasoline, that hatred is fought with love, war with peace, and lunacy with rationality. These two confronting sides are iust as blasphemous and culpable under God's eyes, who teaches us peace and love! The life ofa prism is to reflect the light and so too, should our lives. We should be the instrument through which God walks on earth, the light upon the stone. It is up to us to keep ever present in mind Martin Luther King, Robert Ken- nedy, Mahatma Gandhi and all the great men before us: not to forget what they stood for: what God stands for! lt is up to us to remember the Divine teachings! 'DO UNTO OTHERS AS YOU WOULD HAVE THEM DO UNTO YOUl' 'WE ARE ALL SONS OF GOD: THEREFORE EQUAL UNDER HIS EYESI' It is up to us, as both hope and future, to keep ourselves above the crowd, closer to our destiny, not to putrify in the spider's web. To realize that we have at our disposal, the master key that could open the door to heaven, to a paradise on earth. We have the power to make men free, to turn enemies into friends, war into peace, hatred into love, slums into resorts! We possess this key, iust as the ones before us had it. Let us, therefore, not follow in their footsteps but let us transform, like the worthy prism, and light our own paths, roads, highways and let them all lead to love, humanity and peace. MARIO SOTOLONGO

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if ' dd- .bi We, the Graduates of 1969, being of sound body and mlnd f???j, do hereby bequeath the following heirlooms to our dearly beloved mentors, in this, our LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT. MR. DiGEMMA: Fifty new blazor rades MRS. KAGIN: El Exige'nte MR. KRIGSTEIN: A new phonograph MR. KANTOR: A bankruptcy at the G.O. store MR. IRELAND: The right to declare World War Ill MISS LEDERMAN: A clean locker room and one class that follows instructions MRS. ROSENKRANTZ: Gildenstern MRS. WINKLER: A ten cent coupon on a box of Nicoban MR. MARCUS: A primer in Freudian psychology MR. BIEGELEISEN: Best wishes for a successful new-type face book MR. FERGUSON: A fresh supply of rubber cement and an ideal official class MR. DOREE: A first class guided tour of a Cretan labryinth MR. NAEGELE: A lifetime membership to the Na- tional Wildlife Club and American Audubon Society MRS. BASKIN: A waiting room and private secre- tary MR. WERNON2 A welcome mat MR. BERNADIO: A fireproof hat MR. SCHAEFFER: All our problems...unsolved MISS BRAUNSTEIN: A Maxi skirt MRS. BRUSSEL-SMITH: Escargots MR. DYSON: A reserved seat at the White Tower MRS. ASHLEY: The Bridge of San Luis Rey MISS SCHNEIDER: Half of Mrs. Winkler's Nicoban ..- ,,,,-f-P-?'-- ' ' , P-f.. ...Y Cx- ..,- E .L-uilql ' f .ull- MRS. KASSON: A can of 'liquid paper' MRS. KELLY: AMini skit MRS. McNALLY: A Pan-Am Mexican flight ticket MRS. LANCE: A Mini parachute MR. KENTON: The Botanical Gardens MR. HOFFMAN: Sandie Greenberg and many others MR. HOLLINGSWORTH: '...some other reason- able charityl' MR. GINSBERG: Beethoven, Bach, and Dylan MR. RICHARDT: A pre-recorded cafeteria an- nouncement MISS SHEA: A shamrockg and skilled library help MISS ALDAN: A Eurythmy class of her very own MRS. SCHMIDT: A pair of Jeffersonian boots MR. SWITKIN: Lorraine Craig MR. SHINE: Seventy-six trombones MR. SORETSKY: A iar of 'white paint' so he can always 'make things beautiful' MR. LAVIGNE: Weight watcher's praise on a iob well done! MRS. CLARENCE: A field of cabbages in Key THE FACULTY: 'Love...Hope...Thanksl' Editors: Adele Geraghty Leona Seufert I Q - -A :I 1' L ' . I-' 1 . E- .,,,,,2 fr. D --I. - 'I al H lg' fi-, ,Qt ' ' - ' 'I' 94' I If i 'K ' i gf -