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

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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?

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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 S.. REPRISAL His stride took in great lengths as he hurried along the walk. Somewhere along here, I'll see her, and the thought of it created ll fierce pounding in his chest. At times emotion seemed to suffocate him. He was afraid, terribly afraid. To have cherished something, to want that parti- cular thing above all else and not know if possession of it was to be his, was close to agony. His mind went back to the day he told her he was going abroad. The five thousand dollar award for architectural design had been completely un- expected and just as completely welcomed. But the disposal of it had proven adventure. He was not sure he was yet ready to undertake the responsibilities more problematical than the mere acceptance. Marriage or travel, love or of married life in place of whims, the keen satisfaction of impulsive jaunts. He loved her, yes, but enough to sacrifice his one chance to see Europe? Apparently, not enough. Foreign soil had been his desire, his dream since boyhood. Remain at home and regret a lost opportunity? An inhibition that would breed perpetual discontent. But somehow the joy of taking off was dulled. An instantaneous expression of hurt in her eyes, followed by rankling laughter and common place remarks still haunted him. To himself he became loathsome-a sickening sentiment he tried to cover with defiance. After all, he had never asked her to wait, never exchanged declarations of love. The language of the eyes was undeniably potent, yet, Southern France, Norway at twilight, ancient Rome, too, had charms that could not be denied. These were the atttractions he had sought and had found. These that had left a slight suggestion of ashes in his heart. If she had been there-a cynical smile twisted his lips. Life offers its gifts with strings attached. Suddenly as the path unraveled its way around a bend, he saw her, in a spot where the lake waters advanced to meet the foot path and where sections of a cultivated garden stretched far to the right. She was leaning childishly over the railing tossing bread to some ducks congregated below. He watched. The earnestness of her play absorbed her, gave her an air of tranquility he had not known she possessed. The ducks were racing one another for the prizes. One sought a crisp, brown piece beyond his reach. He stretched his neck, dove and came up with nothing. Another pounced eagerly on two portions. But he could not hold them in his bill. A choice must be made. He decided, and, that which he had lost, seemed so much sweeter after it had gone. Still another, indifferent to the strife, remained aloof and busied himself swimming about. He looked again at the girl. Lovely, graceful! His heart ached. Will you throw some my way 7' he asked walking close. The girl stiffened. He saw the light fade from her eyes, heard the sharp intake of her breath. Gradually a laugh crept from her throat. But you're not a duck. she reminded him, turning. just at present, l wish I were. he replied. Sevezzly-.fix