Dickinson Accredited Evening High School - Owl Yearbook (Jersey City, NJ)

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,,, L 7, H S-H REVIVALS CCOIIff711l6'lfJ Cfonhdence in self! Stupendous power. Lifting a man from dungeon to tower Filling his soul with all Life's fire Leading him to the pinnacle of desire SUCCESS! Oh, that you may also possess Along with this gift, another, the best! True Ambition! Wondrous elation. A Spurring man on to perennial creation Beautifully coloring his stride of life With visions of what is always in sight SUCCESS ! CATHERINE ADAMS. CLASS GOSSIP Flash . . . Hash . . . We are informed that Dot Treadaway and Jean Giangulano intend to start their pedagogical studies in September. Can't you expedite matters girls? . . . Tim Templeton certainly can cook. We wonder who taught him! ! . . . A marriage certificate will probably be issued soon. However, it had better be kept a secret. . . We wonder how long Bomert is going to be kept dangling. It won't be long now, folks . . . Will one of the Faculty members enlighten us as to their reaction toward the Can You Picture page of this book? By the way, all complaints will be taken in Room 108 teachers. . . The Owl Rendezvous at Five Corners is certainly popular UQ any time after 12:00 P. M. during july and August. Better luck next time, with the members of the staff. Only the owners of the place do not believe in the paradox of plenty. . . Somebody else take this column over . . . flash . . . flash . . . here goes ! ! With the sunburn Fitzpatrick had, he certainly looked like an Indian in the Senior Class Play. Where did he get it ? ? . . . Have you ever seen john Scerbo without one of the famous Whoop Yips ? . . Ask jim Kearney how he got that scraped nose at Bear Mountain. . . Sydne Winfield favors us with a night in school every now and then. . .Mary Pelecchio says she will learn to drive when they make rubber poles . We don't blame you, Mary ...U leanette Suarez is the best fall down skater . . . Mary Orfinik should have red llannelsng she is always cold. Perhaps she should see Doc joe Miller. . . Even our home girls have their troubles. jean Berlinsky admits she has ten thumbs in her sewing class . . . Mary Novicki lives up to her title of class flirt . We know, Maryg we saw you! We wonder if Bernadine Yeplar would still like to have Tim Templeton get up and talk. . . Who was the young lady who was keenly disappointed because she didn't get a part in the june play? Sorry. . . Did you know that it took john Douglas two hours to find his way out of West Side Park? 'Tis a fact. . . We understand Frank Cimo will soon be out of the singles . . . Gene De Martini is still in the market for a used ear, Chevie or Lizzie. Come all you fellows, bring forth your junks. . . flash. . . goodbye for another year. Sezwzfy-folfr'

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H 5 REVIVALS lt Can Be Done qioszi When a marathon starts with the bark of a gun, There are some who will tell you, It cannot be done, But the runner who starts on those twenty-six miles Will devote little heed to their cynical smiles, But with determination and ground coviring stride Will continue on till his goal has been spiedg And when finally the long uphill race has been won Will triumphantly tell them, It can be donefl H We have started upon the long road to success And the smiles and the sneers will not make us digressg From the path to our goal we shall try not to stray, Though to stay on the track, we turn night into day, As the weak and the frail leave the race, one by one, We will oft' be reminded, It cannot be done. But with head high upheld and with teeth firmly set, With our eyes on our goal we'll continue on yet, Till with courage and knowledge, the peak we have won Then we'll shout from the 'Hilltop', It can be done. ALBERT C. HARDING. IT MAY BE 0932? It may be that you cannot stay To lend a friendly hand to him Who stumbles on the slippery way Pressed by conditions hard and grimg It may be that you dare not heed His call for help, because you lack The strength to lift him, but you need Not push him back. It may be that he has not won The right to hope for your regardg He may in folly have begun The course that he has found so hard, lt may be that your fingers bleed, That Fortune turns a bitter frown Upon your efforts, but you need Not kick him down. ON GRADUATION 1933 'Twas just four years ago today We launched our ship of stateg We raised our mast, and sailed away Upon the Sea of Fate. We sailed with poets at the stern, And artists at the mast, With critics eager to discern, And authors true and vast. These four whole years our ship's been staid, Though rallies urged from side to sideg But nary once our ship has swayed, And now we anchor with the tide. DOROTHY KOSSMAN. Serefzly-fhree

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T E-HS RECOMPENSE BY Glzolusis O'BRusN One life is granted each, to make or spoil, To spend in riot, or in tranquil thought, In fruitful striving, or in futile toil. To drink of gall in battles vainly fought, To sink beneath despair's encumbering coil, And miss the gleaming prizes, hotly sought. But well it is you're lived, if at the end, You have at least one staunch and faithful friend. For who has such, but loses all besides, Is rich beyond the range of Midas' dreams. It matters not if Avarice derides, The wreck of all your treasure-grubbing schemes. You've gained the goal, if in your heart abides That sweetest of all everlasting themes: Though I have come in pain to death's dark door, This friend is mine, and mine, for evermore! A STUDENT'S TRIBUTE Hail to our Dickinson Evening High The mecca of folds who strive to learng Reigning atop of a jersey hill, Dispensing knowledge at every turn. As steps leading surely to progress, We climb each step, straight up the hill, Within its halls you are sure to find Young and mature in common goodwill. Dickinson's spirit is fine and strong, Urging us on to a better fate, lts vowed to follow you everywhere Demanding the best from its graduates. VICTORIA COSTANZO. A GRADUATES PRAYER Teach me that sixty minutes makes an hour, sixteen ounces a pound and one hundred cents a dollar. Help me to live so that I can lie down at night with a clear conscience and unhaunted by the faces of those to whom I may have brought pain. Grant that I may earn my meal ticket on the square, and in earning it I may do unto others as l would have them do unto me. Deafen me to the jingle of tainted money. Blind me to the faults of other fellows and reveal to me my own. Guide me to appreciate the abilities of my fellow men. Keep me young enough to laugh with little children and sympathetic so as to be considerate of old age. And when the day of darkening shades comes to me make the ceremony short and the epitaph simplef- Here lies a person who has lived well. EUGENE DeMARTlNI. S6l'671fy-pZ'6?