College High School - La Campanilla Yearbook (Upper Montclair, NJ)

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m mi ■ - ' . • ' • ' - ' -•i - ' --- We, the ipioducts, we, iwhji ' havl? !ivorl (i(wjt!|i W ( iied ' thfougK7 jilayed in, and grown — because of College High School — we are the UiVing jlesiiinonies to the institution which is now becoming entrophied. ; But v ithfii us, thife iin t ikioji V itsH gjalJ tjle ries, ex- periences — will endiTfe, ev nThough it will have stopped its pulsating v1b;ca;t:i,bii)df rowth ' an )(gi|yii (0?; ' e will better endufeT3ecanse Cotrege HJgft achnorance xTsfed. . . . it is . . . that we have become conscious of the movement which is carrying us along, and have thereby realised.,the,fprmi4able ,pi:pbljEms set us by this reklexire vex ritis . of thel ' .huiiiatfieOort. , — Xeilh rd de Chardin In our senior yjai ' e. Ha |e bed meraware that there is not only a force in life, but a destination; and a reason to live and to caire , j-: V j ' f j ' 7 ' n, lp We believe ' thaT the f utfitraent ' dtfourselves, as indi- viduals, is not selfish, but humanistic — for each of us is a member of mankind, and each of us must try to perfect ourselves fej; the ultiijiatsExonYergepce-cff mankind — that of its soiil - nd t4i»i:hg ' Ikl-L i . A - . ■ - In six years of 4ivijig, ©l igg, jip mw and learning, at College High, we Tta-vV bee jme Vware- r- reason to work toward, an| ,lj3erhaKslrtSDh ' , Tthat initiri futfrH,pient of our- ■ 1 this, we dedicate La Campanilla ' 71 to the endurance •liege High. For, as long as we, the products of College School enduife, jsp w jl jitf ja i ojp shments, memories, ■Dirit. ' itW ilt MdM! m

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So long as men can breathe or eyes can see So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. — Shakespeare

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College High School, what awe and respect that name commanded from us as seventh graders! We worked hard to make our presence known as the youngest students on campus, and we were known as lively and terrible. We explored the campus and College High. We tested our freedom and people ' s patience. In eighth and ninth grade we began to settle down and learn what it was to be part of College High. We were praised for our enthusiasm; yet who would not be enthusiastic when it was possible to compete on successful varsity teams in ninth grade, to hold a dance with surprise entertainment, and to be given the opportunity to make a pleasant nuisance of ourselves and to still be trusted with responsibilities. How we looked forward to being in the Upper Hall, to being a real part of that great thing called College High. Our reverie was cut short by the news of the impending cessation of College High — it was to be no more. In our last two years we have seen our numbers dwindle, and we are left with feelings of sadness and frustration : Sadness , because there is no place to return to as alumni — Sadness, because there are not enough people to carry on the many traditional activities — Frustration, when we see long — sought after improvements being made when we can no longer use them — Frustration when we know we can never do the things that classes before us have done. Yet, we still have come to know what College High School is all about. It is growing up. Six years, a third of our lives, were spent knowing these halls and rooms. Six years can build up an intense love — a love for the building, yes, but also a love for the history, the traditions, the potentials, and the people. This love is a College High contribution to our growing up. College High School will no longer be what it once was, but it has helped us to see what we can be. It is up to us, if we have learned College High ' s lesson, to be the best we can be. We must never lose sight of the value of being in harmony with those around us. We therefore dedicate this yearbook to College High School And the enduring spirit of College High in us. Quae altituda qui haec acta diurna continet