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

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In Hppreciation Our three years in Central Commercial have been an unforgettable experience. We have enjoyed the thrill of Red Letter Day, and the glovv of graduation. The association we have had with our teachers has taught us tolerance, cooperation, and living in today's democratic World. They have taught us to guard against smugness, and irresponsibility. We have been given an opportunity to practice democracy in our classes and in our school organizations, and we are now ready to take our place in the great democracy, the United States of America. Now We better understand the right and privileges We enjoy under our Constitution, and we realize the extent of our obligations to our country. We would like to grant to future classes the privileges we have enjoyed in Central Commercial, for here Mr. Massell, our principal, and our teachers have taught lessons that will last forever. PHYLLIS SIGIXIUND Parting id .auch Sweet Sorrow Romeo and ju1iet -Shakespeare As june 1947 is left farther and farther behind, we'll recall our days at Central Commercial with mixed sentiments. No longer will We think of the petty annoyances of the classroom, of the regulations we once thought so irksome, nor of the too frequently unexpected tests that once irritated us so. All these will fade into the background of our richly colored high school memories. Before we glide past the portals of today into the future, a good many of us will hesitate and look back with a Warm surging emotion as vve recall the fine friends and events, some enjoyable, some difficult. Probably as 1947 becomes 1957 and 1967 and even 1977, as the graduates of Central Com- mercial of june 1947 take their various places in different walks of life and gradually lose the youthful characteristics of Central Commercial's Seniors, we will stop a moment or two and reminisce, sometimes chuckling, some- times serious, remembering our days at Central. MATILDA COHEN 48

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I v ji 1 1 Toward A Better World

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7lneAe are the 77meA . . . These are the times that try men's souls- The words of great Tom Paine are better now, Now after almost twice a hundred years. Narrow oppression, and subtle cruelty, Brutality that does not cease, Crush the blackman, divide him from the white, Nor have they stopped though eager hearts have bled. Time like a river, I 've been told, will wash away the evil, But time has passed and passed and still we wait. And will our children live in futile waiting, Or will they in their time not comprehend Our angry fear, our tense humility, our centuries-long ache? Oh God, if I might know that sons of mine Will never bear the yoke of tolerance! Oh God! is man not won? BARBARA SATCHELL Ylnnung New He used to take me for a walk Or else we'd sit around and talk About the lands we'd like to see When war was just a memory. Remembered are the happy days When he would read me thrilling plays Of fairy queens and fantasies And things he knew a child would please. And once, when I was very sick He prayed, and I got well so quick. But now I pray for him instead- Because my story man is dead! Old Glory lies above him furled- For he has found a peaceful world Where he tells stories to a Of baby angels listening. . ring GEORGENA WAHNON