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

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SLEEPING, AND UPON AWAKENING- THE EPIPHANY- Thoughts entered my mind from the moon, to try to understand my presence, to try even as G dying man may fight to live: so strong is the force for life, that in the depths of the fearful abyss, I may find a feeling of being eneveloped by...Something that has come to lead my un- worthy soul through the channels of experience, of strength, of purity. I have wondered if ever, I can begin to walk on land. It seemed as if I was truly in the womb of the earth. I did not understand what I was searching for, or why I wanted it. I can re- member only a feeling of intense loneliness, of longing, of frustrationg and a strange, un- defined feeling of presence-that is comparable to an imagination of swallowing stars that flash into the depth of my being. The train ierked to a sudden stop, and a mass of people entered, rushing about like ants for a seat. Some faces seemed friendly, warm... they know something. I forced myself to think important thoughts. Why am I trampled by my dreams? I want to do so much, and yet, I am de- feated before I begin. The ocean has sung to me during the eclipse, and the moonlight on the water looked like fire. The whole world seemed to breathe with life, moving, not through physical forces, but, iust slightly waving, pulsing with being. What is it trying to tell me? Positive and negative life cycles, unity, timelessness. Those were huge things to think about. The sand that I was walking on has been here for eons, seen pilgrims wandering, searching. The sand must be very wise. I think the sand knows. Something...someone seemed to float through my body, and I felt as if I was walking only because of a strange, invisible force...The door slammed behind me. It is all impossible. It was late when I finished my work, and I felt better, knowing that it was done. I don't recall whether l was awake or asleep. It was dark, midnight, and my eyelids were closed to soothe my eyes from the scorch- ing tears. My body reverted to its position in the womb, and was sinking deeply into a pile of soft blankets. I was moving upward-not through any power, or force, of myself, but like a rush of flutes, trumpets exalted on a rising arpeggio of flashing light. I felt as if my arms were outstretched be- hind me, and my heart led sky-ward. Unbelievable wonder, beauty, tearful ioy replaced my sorrow. I cannot explain further what yes feels like to say to the Absolute. I was overwhelmed and trembling with ioy, with tears... It was then that I knew. MARCI COMPTON THE HUMANITY OF MAN Man, as has often been said, is the highest rank of being, elevated from the order of animal by the possession of that quality which Iiberates Man from animal mores, the soul. This unique attribute, the soul, has been defined and explored both religiously and philo- sophically, and though there are technical dif- ferences of definition, all men, more or less, agree that the soul is what allows Man to act from stimuli other than instinct or need, as is the case with lower animals. Taking for granted this conception ofa soul, it follows that in order to completely liberate oneself from the shackles of barbarism and same- ness, one must develop one's soul to its utmost capacity of appreciation for beauty, in whatever shape it might assume. In the case of lower forms of life, creatures that exist from instinct and habit see but an infinitesimal portion of Nature's beauty, limited perhaps to the attractiveness of a mate, or the dearness of its young ones. Man, onthe other hand, has the ability and the aware- ness to see, to observe, to breathe in beauty, to choose what is beautiful and to immortalize it, he can react to instinctive stimuli, like an animal, or he can rise above himself and react from emo- tion and logic, choosing rather than accepting. It is Man's duty to his Creator, and to his fellow man as well as himself, to develop this awareness and appreciation, for by observing and appreciating this natural beauty, one also becomes aware of the beauty of Man, and once this awareness is reached, the greatest barrier to self-understanding and self-improvement has been hurdled. This plateau of understanding, the knowledge of oneself, extolled and preached by philosophers since time immemorial, is the key to a peaceful and happy existence with one's fel- low. The appreciation, understanding and sharing of all nature's beauty is what keeps Man social, and what makes him and keeps him worthy to have been created in the image of Him who created all things. DIERDRE WOLONKIK

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S NTLI Tl Ns in ii in n u ii n ii On the other hand... -Miss Adler What is your problem? -Mrs. Baskin Turn it up loud to wake up the class. -Mrs. Clarence The rell is bringing. -Mr. DiGemma I am the sovereign dictator here. -Mr. Hollingsworth Buy my book. -Mrs. Einstein Are you coming to class on Friday? -Mr. Gaydos Shaaaaa ........ -Mr. Doree in Read the Peculiar Institution by tomorrow. -Miss Geist my Empty barrels make the most noise. -Mr. Greenbaum If I were a rich man... -Mr. Tatti Have a nice summer. -Mr. Kenton All right people... -Miss Orgel Water for my plantsI -Dr. Starr Fly down from the cat walk and land on your feet on I stagep will you pIease? -Mr. Salzman Let's go, men! -Miss Schneider When I say it is night, it is night even if the sun is shining. -Mr. Eliscu kkk ii kkk ii ppp kip -Miss Kasson DNFI -Mr. Schaeffer May I have your attention please! This is essential. Z Q -Mr. S. Hoffman ee Z? Any more guestions,-ask my art director and vs asst. director. -Mr. Toledo ,QR -N I, 4-' A I never hit a girl in my life. -Mr. Ireland v . O And then there was this guyg he was a kindergarten A 9 dropout. -Mr. Spivak Please rise for the flag ritual. -Mr. Raphael Smell these dead roses. Write a poem about ' their beautiful fragrance. -Miss Aldon 4 Asi es Ia vida... -Mrs. Kagan V rx SANDIE GREENBERG 5il'lorv'L

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social activities HONOR SOCIETY MODERN DANCE BAND ORCHESTRA ORIENTAL CLUB FRENCH CLUB ASPI RA DRAMATICS CLUB