Cape May High School - Yam Epac Yearbook (Cape May, NJ)

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THE INKWELL CHALLENGE Life, 'we are not so trusting As those who came this road before You bared your teeth and snarled at us. But we have a weapon to match you, Tempered in your own furnace, Harnmered on your own anvil. We have courage, Like a lilting melody That sings itself over and over in the hearty Courage like a leaping flame That scatters the doubt And fringes before nothingf Courage like a prayer That being deep and strong Is yet humble. Life, we do not fear you! -ISABELLE SHAW

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Tllld INKVVELL 5 EVOLUTION To produce any finished object there must be a process-call it manufacture, if you will, we choose the term evolu- tion. Darwin had a theory of an evolu- tion in the development of man. Or, if you do not enjoy Darwin's ideas, con- sider the Hebrews' records of an evolu- tion. So, too, there is a process of de- veloping, an evolution, behind every Senior although that humble individual as yet lays no claim to being finished. We were strange children-as strange a group as one might find. Scattered far and wide then, still the Fates must have looked down on us and laughed. Those Fates must have laughed at the very expressions they gave us-expres- sions which when considered together gave us a patchwork quilt with the patches named Quizzical, Whimsical, Inquisitive, Determined, and Placid. W e learned in that early bonnet day that people looked at us as the people of the future. Through the long years after that early day, the grade school years, we learned that life has its disappointments -the hurt of first loves, the pain of los- ing friends-all those stirrings in the growing little animal. Our pieces of patchwork quilt became 1 composite when we became Freshmen. And we reached that year with our self- confidence practically unimpaired. We knew we knew everything! What could any mere teacher teach us? But we re- signed ourselves to sitting through four years of having knowledge flung at us and making a pretense of grasping some- thing unimportant and bothersome. It was so satisfying to know that the world was a part of us. lt was in the Sophomore year that our composite mind was introduced to a few of the finer things. It was the finer part of us that told us to grasp those things and hold them tightly. lt seemed a great sacrifice at the time but the evolution has proven to us that it was the beginning of good judgment and common sense. Ad- justment kept us short of breath, but the OF A SENIOR world kept right on rolling-We had to keep treading and plodding or be rolled off. We even found ourselves drawn into giving contributions of our energy and talent to the school. It was a most puzzling, bewildering, whirling and twisting of minds and hearts. As we entered our Junior year it was as if we were on trial-on trial for what we would be when we finished our high school education. We at last realized the powers of an organization. We found strength in numbers and coopera- tion. We were forced to admit that the teachers were beginning to know some- thing-or maybe they always had! That was a revolutionary thought and set us searching. In that search we found and became well acquainted with many of the finer things. And, strange to say, we enjoyed poetry. It was still hard to ex- press our feelings even in prose let alone in the poetry we had spurned such a short time before. We found teachers could be a little friendly without losing any of their dignity. This year climaxed and closed some of the inner revolutions of the year before. The final step of this evolution had come. We had suddenly grown up over- night. New and closer, dearer friend- ships were formed. Our teachers were real companions and helped us, not as someone below them, but as if we were on the same level. For we finally ad- mitted we were below them in every re- spect. Many disappointments were ours this year. Disappointments that made us older and a little Wiser and still more ready for fun and laughter. We learned we might respect some people whom we could not like and we could be pleasant to those whom we could not sincerely admire. A hard and bitter lesson became ours on the value of guarding well what- ever we say that might accuse another. It was a curiously satisfactory year. Yet at the end of the evolution we find our- selves afraid while we Hing out our bold challenge to the world. Afraid-for we know so little. Afraid-because there is so much to learn.