Central Commercial High School - Hour Glass Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Z WJ!!! xKiihT mf X f X fi f Q L.. - 4. ?I'll,6 tl-ation They're wheeling her into the operating room now, but before they per- form the operation which will determine whether or not she shall live, I want you to know her story. It all started a few years ago while Christina was singing an aria from Verdi's La Traviataf' That was the first time she was to sing that season and Christina was naturally anxious. Rosetta, her attendant, was fixing her hair and gown, but nothing seemed to please Christina. The singer was usually so cool and serene on opening night, but it seemed that to-night there would be someone in the audience whom she wanted to impress very much. Christina went onto the stage with a lot of confidence in herself. She started singing, when suddenly someone from the audience began to laugh. Not knowing the cause of the laughter, she continued singing. Then the entire audience seemed to be laughing at her because her voice was screechy as she reached the high note. Christina's face turned white, but she con- tinued and as soon as the selection was over, she rushed to her dressing room and just stood there-all the pain and agony twisting her features. Standing there and not crying made it even more unbearable. It was pitiful to see all the anguish pent up within her, she sensed it and resented my being there. Trying to console her made matters worse-she wouldn't recognize me as her friend and seemed to think everyone was against her. Wlien she went home that night she started packing and quietly left New York. Christina was neither seen nor heard from in that city since. She had savings which amounted to quite a large sum and with it she bought a house in the country. Z0

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IT IS FOR US THE LIVINC, RATHER, TO BE DEDICATED TO THE UNFINISHED WORK WHICH THEY WHO FOUCHT HAVE THUS FAR SO NOBLY ADVANCED .... Ask them, Mr. Lincoln: Are you forging another portent for a world in blood soaked agony? Can you say, K'Not we, we are the architects of a brave new world. THAT FROM THESE HONORED DEAD NVE TAKE IN- CREASED DEVOTION TO THAT CAUSE FOR VVHICH THEY CAVE . . . THE LAST FULL MEASURE OF DEVO- TIONV' You prince, can all your gold buy one easy moment today? You beggar, what are your wares beside yesterday's tears? You, indillerent one, does your sheath of apathy dress you for tomorrow? Search all the castles of your mind, retrack your fervored paces, And ind the empty echoes of promises you never meant to keep. You are men who seek a glittering portion treading over the yawning grave. THAT WE HERE HIGHLY RESOLVE THAT THESE DEAD SHALL NOT HAVE DIED IN VAIN .... l But rest easy, Mr. Lincoln, in your vast and brooding loneliness. The measured malice, the open greed, the festering wrong, will not prevail against the unburied dead. The earth abides forever, and with the earth, the people. Your people, Mr. Lincoln, the ones you loved and understood, The struggling, dumb, fumbling people, who alone can light the huge hurry- ing crowd with one smile, Who touch tenderly the earth's goodness and make it Hourish, Who, unmasked, offer their bodies to the tyrant's steel, Who have bled and died and have been lost, And who will bleed and die and will be found again! For their destiny is greater and more enduring than the words or the folly of all proud men. They are the imperishable repository of greatness and humility, Of genius, variety, strength, hope, promise, Of dreams, born, dead, and fulfilled, Of dreams, unborn, alive, and yet to be fulilled. Dreams and people are immortal, They go on forever. Something the empty seekers and searchers do not know. Rest easy, Mr. Lincoln .... OF THE PEOPLE, BY THE PEOPLE, FOR THE PEOPLE, SHALL NOT PERISH FROM THE EARTH BY CEORGENA WAHNON 19

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She led a very solitary life and severed all relationships with her friends. Life held no meaning for her, and she could honestly say that it was a dull life she led. Sometimes she would lie awake seeing those awful mocking faces leering at her, and she would feel all taut inside. Long, lonely years which seemed like centuries passed by and Christina found herself yearning, craving for the applause that was hers in the past and for the many voices that shouted, f'EncoreV' She ached for the joyous feeling she had when her name appeared in lights, in newspapers, and maga- zines. It was a nostalgic moment like that that made her decide that she would like to visit New York again. On the train there Christina found herself getting that old fear, the fear which drove her out of New York. But her determination to see New York again was strong. Finally, she reached her destination. I cannot explain the happy glow that seemed to envelop her at the sight of this city in all its brightness, but as Christina looked at the many people passing by she imagined them jeering and pointing at her and saying, 'fWhy, my rooster sings softer and more soothingly than she does. Of course, she realizes now that it was just an hallucination. Christina turned around and it seemed as though she was surrounded by those voices .... The last thing that she can remember is that from out of somewhere a voice cried out, Look out! and then after the hard impact of the car, she fell into the cold icy blackness. She knows now that because she was recreant these misfortunes had befallen her. You see, Doctor, I know that if Christina should live she will sing again and give to others the thing which she has to offer. VIVIAN ZIMMERMAN Running Muay jean Evans was a smart young girl in her teens, and as so many people just exist from day to day, so it was with jean. Yet she day-dreamed of going to the school dance with the hero of the basketball team. When she dis- covered that her hero was seen only with the best looking girls of the town, all hope vanished, for she knew that he would never look at jean Evans, the girl with the braces on her teeth, and the thick lenses in front of her eyes. So it was that she stayed at home on the night of the dance, and every dance thereafter. Something changed in jean. She didn't quite know what it was, yet she found that there was only one thing that interested her, and that was to understand people. She knew she would never be happy unless she did .... There was only one way to understand people thoroughly, and that was to study psychology. After jean graduated from high school she entered college. She made many friends, but all of her spare time was devoted to her studies. The long years were difficult but her one interest in life was soon to take shape. The day finally arrived when she received her degree. Z1