Brookline High School - Murivian Yearbook (Brookline, MA)

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PROLOGUE One brisk Se])teinl)er, not so long ago, a wise, old owl was sitting eoinfortably on an aneient limb of an old oak tree. . s he metliodi- eally turned his head one hundred eighty degrees toward me, I heard him hoot sadly, “What good is my tree of knowledge, if no one makes use of it? What does this younger generation know or care about it?” “Hut you’re wrong, Mr. Owl,” I .said, “come perch on my shoulder and I ' ll take you to a i)lace where knowledge from your tree is being used to s])rout an unending snj)ply of new branches.” To prove my point, I carried Mr. Owl through the corridors of Brookline High School and peeked into each room from one hundred to four hundred twenty-iuTie. lie .saw students studying the many subjects which j)rovide the solid bnmdation needed for an increa.se of knowledge. He became so excited that he nearly fell off my shoulder! He made another one hundred eighty degree turn, and asked if he might please stay after school to see what hap[)ened then. He saw the students participating actively and creatively in athletics and club activities. From the French Club and Math Society, to the foot- ball and swimming teams, he .saw students learning the meaning of understanding and cooperation. “Well,” sighed Mr. Owl, as I placed him back on the ancient limb, “that trip certainly picked up my feathers! Now I know that my tree hasn’t been forgotten; that Brookline High School will continue to contribute to its growth. I can think of no better theme for your 1959 Murivian than my Tree of Knowledge,” said wise, old Mr. Owl as he slyly winked at me and turned one hundred eighty degrees away.