Bennett High School - Beacon Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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C0600 THE TWENTY - FOURTH VOLUME OF THE YEARBOOK OF BENNETT HIGH SCHOOL - BUFFALO, N. Y. ,..-M-If P

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4 .... OMEHQW, four years of high school have gone whizzing by, ,QNX a breathless tobogganfslide past classes and clubs, football F i X f ' games and parties. High school now remains but a stardust ' . -' .. melody in our memory book of a wonderful age. All these things we hold in memory: classes for better living, enriched by the sciences and the arts, organizations Hlled with comradeship, fun, and freedom, cheering ourselves hoarse as grandstand quarterbacks at the big game, soft lights and dancing to the insistent rhythm of a sweet trumpet. However, we are beyond the age of believing in fairyftale endings and sugarplum trees. Behind all our fun is a growing realization that this is the last time when Next year in school is not automatic. We realize that our entry into college, business school, or the working world depends on our efforts during the past four years. We know that our high school years are wonderful years-if we use them as a preparation, not a terminal for our lives. All these things we hold in memory: attempting to memorize a whole year's notes the night before the final examination, debating spiritedly every' thing from dates to democratic government, listening to records at the Music Shop- and rarely buying any, cokes with the gang in the whippedfcream world of the neighborhood soda fountain. High school assuredly has been full of study and fun, love and striving, comradeship and understanding. From it we emerge as almostfadults, with valid views and tastes. While we gaze reminiscently at torn theatre stubs, ribboned dance programs, and frayed photographs, we focus our attention with equal fervor on college catalogs, wantads, and news of world affairs. We are an echo of yesterday and a whisper of tomorrow. y. 3. ic. Page 5