Eastern Academy - Echoes Yearbook (Paterson, NJ)

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1937 = EASTERN ACADEMY 1937 Associate Editors Page Tempus Fugit” It seems such a short time since we first entered the portals of E. A., that it is almost impossible to realize that we have spent four happy years within its walls. During these four years we have progressed steadily upward through the various phases of school life—as “green” Freshmen, as “silly” Sophomores, as “Jolly” Juniors and now we have passed the period of being “dignified” Seniors. We have gone through the stage of being a part of E. A. and now E. A. has be- come a part of us. As we survey these years in retrospect we may well wonder where the time has flown. ; Our feelings at this time are a strange mixture of joy and sadness, of satis- faction and uncertainty. It is ike a sudden transition from hght to utter dark- ness. Here, at our beloved E. A. we have a knowledge that all our movements are guided by capable hands, giving us a sense of security and confidence in the present. What the future will hold in store, we do not know. From the beginning, we have known that our departure was inevitable. Yet now that the actual time has arrived, it comes with a suddenness that is appall- ing; socials—exams—speeches—awards—diplomas—and our school life at E. A. is ended. We pray that our future will be as beautiful as the scene described by Joseph Conrad in his story “The Lagoon”. We know that our future will come to us Just as suddenly as the night came to Tuan. “The white man came out of the hut in time to see the enormous conflagration of sunset put out by the swift and stealthy shadows that rising hke a black and impalpable vapour above the tree-tops, spread over the heaven, extinguishing the crimson glow of floating clouds and the red brilliance of departing daylight. In a few moments all the stars came out above the intense blackness of the earth, and the great lagoon, gleaming suddenly with reflected lghts, resembled an oval patch of night sky flung down into the hopeless and abysmal night of the wilderness.” Our life at E. A. has been as beautiful as the day which preceded the sunset. We hope and pray that our future will be as beautiful as the night and that we shall also shine as stars in the sky. And so thoughtfully, regretfully, hopefully, expectantly, we say farewell to dear E. A.—our “Alma Mater”’. Klazina D. Kwiken Farewell Fare-thee-well our dear Academy We shall now thy banners unfurl, We shall honor and uphold thee In this vast and changing world. We, the class of 1937, are ready to go forth from the halls of Eastern Academy. Although we are eager to find our place in the world, we dishke the twelve

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1937 == EAS BERNSACADEMY == — 1937 Envoy Staff EDItToR-IN-CHIEF = = = = - John BR. Bos ASSOCIATE Eprrors 2 cA = Lubbertus Bos Theresa Bushman Klazina Kuiken ACADEMY NEWSETTES - - - Dorothy Greydanus CHRISTIAN ScHooL News” - - - Wilma Soodsma ALUMNI NOTES - a = 2 . Ruth Luiken ATHLETICS - - - - - Charlotte Bruning John Lont HuMorR - - - - - Wilma Van Genderen Business MANAGER - = - - Peter De Vries ADVERTISING MANAGER- - - - - Douglas Bush CIRCULATION MANAGER - - - Adrian Bakker £ ie : To the Class of 1937 A few years back a graduating class chose the motto, “A thinking head and an industrious hand, are a great wealth.” If your training at Eastern Academy has stimulated and cultivated an appreciation of the value of a think- ing head and an industrious hand, then surely your education has not been in vain, and if you carry into life these two assets then indeed you possess a great wealth. Of all the benefits which one receives from a high school education— a store of knowledge, a widening of one’s intellectual horizon, an appreciation of the finer things,—none can compare with these two, a thinking head and an industrious hand. Both are essential to a ha ppy, fruitful life, to a life of ser- vice, and who can measure the worth of these two? Yet these two—a thinking mind and an industrious hand—are not enough. There is one thing lacking, and I trust you instinctively feel that one thing is missing. How many thinking minds and industrious hands are there not, which are directed in wrong channels, and thus defeat the very purpose for which man was created, namely, to think God’s thoughts after Him and to do His will— in brief, to live to the glory of God? Misdirected, a thinking head and an industrious hand are not a great wealth, a blessing,—but a curse, and they will lead to disappointment, disillusionment, and despair; directed and guided in the right path they are a blessing, and will bring joy, contentment, and satisfaction. The head and hand must be guided therefore and that by a consecrated heart, a heart dedicated to God. The one thing needful in addition to a thinking head and an industrious hand is a consecrated heart, and unless you have that, your training has been a failure, and Eastern Academy has not lived up to its high calling as a Christian school. For our system of Christian schools from the elementary school to the college is dedicated to the task of training and developing the whole man—not merely the head and the hand, but the heart as well. It is the aim of our Christian institutions, in distinction from the public schools, to influence the heart in order that our covenant youth may heed the injunction, “My son, give me thine heart.” Therefore, we prefer to say “A thinking head and an industrious hand are a great wealth” provided they are governed and directed by a consecrated heart. May the future reveal that you possess all three, for then indeed you have a treasure which neither moth nor rust can corrupt, nor thieves break through and steal, and it is with this hope that we send you forth from these halls. John R. Bos eleven

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1937 — == ASTERN ACADEMY===— 19 37 thought of leaving; there is something which binds us to the school and makes it hard for us to part. During the past four years we have formed many friendships, some which shall continue throughout the future; we have associated with the students and teachers, worked with them, experienced together sad and happy times, diffi- culties and pleasures; in short, we have lived together as one large family, and now we must part. No more shall we walk the well loved halls of E. A., help to cheer our teams on to victory, or experience the club life and the good old socials. The days at E. A. may be compared to a large beautifully colored soap- bubble which graduation will break. It will disappear, and it will be very difficult for us to make another bubble which can compare with it. Some of us intend to make a bubble of more education and some of work, but Wherever we go or whatever we do, Dear old E. A., we’ll remember you. And now as we are parting, we wish to say, “Farewell.” Dear teachers, we wish to extend our thanks to you for aiding us in our moral, intellectual, and spiritual growth. We are sure that through your teachings we have learned to recognize and appreciate the better and finer things of life. Dear Juniors, Sophs., and Freshies, we are glad to have been able to associate with you and hope that you will fill the places which we have left vacant. Remember the clubs, Athletic Association, and Envoy Staff; work for them; they need your support; remember that we as Alumni will stand in back of you. And now, Adieu! Adieu, dear friends! Adieu! We can no longer stay with you, But we often hope to meet In that dear old school on North Eighth Street. Theresa Bushman Reminiscences of E. A. How well I remember when the Class of 1937 entered E. A. In 1933 a bashful group, forty strong, entered the halls of E. A. No one knew the other one, but, inside of a month, the class was organized. We had our class officers, and were we proud! The first year passed uneventfully. The months came and went. Finally June came with its final exams. After we completed these successfully (?), vacation came. Two months later the Class of 1987 came back as a group of more digni- fied Sophomores. Here and there were a few missing faces, but we were still the largest class in school. In February came our first “blow-out”. We had a party up in chapel! We had even taken the chapel away from the Juniors, who were to have had a party on that night. We could feel we were growing in class spirit. Again June came and vacation. Two months later we returned as Juniors. Six or seven of our number had graduated from two-year courses, and others had left to pursue other goals. In this year things began to happen. We had to have committees this year as we had never had before. For the Junior-Senior Banquet, of course. The class prophecy for the Class of 1986 was given and the last will and testament of the Seniors was read to us. We were bequeathed the last seats in chapel. We have made good use of them and pass the torch to the Class of 1988. Our last year of the four has come and has almost gone. We regret its passing but look into the future. Our ambitions are varied—some are to go into the business world, some are to go on to college, some are to turn to thirteen