Brockton High School - Brocktonia Yearbook (Brockton, MA)

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RE lllll T' IlllltIlSS One of the greatest problems in the present-day United States revolves itself about our thinking that we are a superior race with unlimited powers of understanding and knowledge. We blithely explain this attitude away by reiterating what we have learned through past experiences. We also claim to have risen above the mistakes of man and his forgotten morals. But, have we? Are we the people to judge when we are but one of the generations of people who think ourselves a master race? lf we take careful scrutiny, we find that we have often taken backward, not forward steps. Look at the Chinese nation. At one time, undoubtedly, it was the most cultured civilization on the face of the earth. What happened to the tremendous power held within Caesars hands? lt happened to Napoleon's army too. Forgotten Hitler discovered his mistake much too late. Dictators all over the world are slowly becoming conscious of their obvious errors. And we fine folk of America can find out that it can IOSEPH S. CARNABUCI happen here. If we are to be the real leaders of the human race, if we are to make the much-to-be-desired progress that we continuously talk about, we must recognize, at once, our full responsibility not only to the United States, but to the world as well. ln l806 Wordsworth wrote: The World is too much with us, late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers. Little we see in Nature that is ours: We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This sea that bares her bosom to the moon, The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are upgathered now like sleeping flowers, For this, for everything, we are out of tune: lt moves us not.-Great God! l'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn, So might l, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn, Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea, Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. Men and women are no more ambitious now than they were in yesteryear. Even in the good old days, big and little men alike, were trying their level best to control the multitudinous phases of human life. lt was, bluntly speaking, brutality, blasphemy, and blood! Perhaps times do not change, fortunately, people do. We realize that we are making mistakes, we are trying our best to rectify these errors. True, we often discover the blunders too late, and it is then that we find ourselves forced to admit that our greatest soldier of good, our conscience, must come to the rescue. Fraility, it seems, is a human attribute. The strangest part of our complex, human structure is its perfect balance. Of our five senses, two stand out as being those which most frequently guide our choices in behavior. One of these senses directs us to those things which are good, the other directs, as well as lures, us into the realm of bad thinking. lt is so much easier for all of us to relax, to allow that strong sense of the bad to lure us into submission to the false promise. We have eyes with which to see, ears with which to hear. Our tongues permit us to pray at will. We use our arms to perform the most mental tasks. Our legs respond when we show desire to go from place to place. And still, with all of these five senses ready to abide our commands, we must first examine our conscience. Are we truthfully thinking, seeing, feeling as our innermost conscience, dictates? We should, for basically we know that, although we never see it, our conscience is, indeed, factual. And it shall remain a fact forever. fC0llfilIll6llI 011 Pagc' 931 21

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A HAPPY ENDING THE BROCKETTES ENTERTAINMENT GALORE