Brandeis University - Yearbook (Waltham, MA)

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NN, Brandeis has reached that stage in its growth which, in many ways, parallels our position as seniors. When we feel discontented with our University, I believe that this discontent is a projection of a much deeper questioning of ourselves. We have gained a good foundationg we have the basic components necessary to lead worthwhile lives. Now, each of us has to make a decision. Are we going to do anything meaningful with what we have gained? The heart of our discontent rests in the realization that it is meaningless for us to establish goals for ourselves and not use these goals as the criteria by which we judge all our decisions and actions. This applies to our University as well as to ourselves. To main- tain our self-respect, to be honest with ourselves, we either have to use our high-sounding ideals as guides for our lives or we have to stop talking about them as if they did mean something to us. To maintain them in name only is to turn them into meaningless cliches which we soon begin to mouth without even remembering what they once meant to us. A concomitant of the mere mouthing of ideals is the danger 'of deluding ourselves into believing that merely talking about our goals and our dreams is tantamount to at- tempting to realize them. It is not. If we do not consciously strive to change our dreams into reality, they will remain just dreams. ' We have not been fortunate. We have inherited a world gone mad. We throw up our hands and say that it is too big a problem for us to solve. Yet we know that if we do not at least attempt to do something about the nightmare which surrounds us, we will not have met our responsibility as human beings. There are no longer any havens to which we can run. The desperation of mankind's plight faces us everywhere we turn. If we shut our eyes to what we see, we have lost the right to call ourselves thinking individuals. Sanford Freedman 48

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Too many cooks . . . nce upon a time there was a dietitian named Irving Ungedreite. He was from Hunger. His main ambition in life was to preserve his epicurean heritage. And so he set up a little lunch wagon in the far-off land of Siednarb. The aroma of Irving's atrocities caused a mass exodus of the Siednarb natives. Soon the area was populated by a group of refugees who could find no place else to settle. These refugees were discriminating gourmets. The minute they tasted Irving's cooking they said Ah, this is from Hunger! Irving, delighted with his new clientele, served them a vast array of native dishes. Soon, refugees from far and wide flocked to Siednarb to taste such dishes as roast young tom turkey with tartar sauce, Ameri- can chop suey with savory dressing, Salisbury steak with cottage cheese, jello with flaky crust, Siednarb pizza with natural gravy, carrot and raisin salad with toast points, beef pot pie with whipped cream, bruised lamb, vile cutlets, and the south end of a northbound duck. The refugees did not let Irving's efforts go unnoticed. One Sunday, his concession was officially dedicated as the Irving Ungedreite Lunch- wagon. Irving's clientele increased so rapidly that he soon built another lunchwagon. Nobody ever knocks Irving's delectable dishes, they take a grim view of such things. For the Siednarbians are proud to say, Our meals are from Hunger! And so, we leave Irving and his iron-bellied refugees, but the fire of Irving's culinary concoctions will burn in our hearts forever. .41- g-e. .,', - ,.

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Stars,- at your infinite height of burning, No longer prefiguring Human fate, Tracing, retracing orbits Beautiful,- All the magic you cast, we NOW unspell. No longer bound to Saturn Or Venus, We shoot our own spheres into The heavens And thrust our universe out To your own, Plotting the ancient pattern In reverse. In terror we stood facing Lirnitless Space and choiceg sometimes the lost Predestined Road was emptiness beneath Our feet. Yet We rejoice in difficult Liberty, And hold fires of prophesy In our hands. Eden Force