Eastern District High School - Eastern Senior Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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April Snow By Philip Lerner Days were soTT, young blood began To sing, Quickened TresheTs bursT inTo a run, And swiTT, new liTe, placing TrusT in Spring, Too soon worked upward in The sun, Too soon The sTiTTened earTh, grown Tree, ThrusT TorTh sTark blades oT curious green, Blinking in The lighTg Too soon The Tree Awakening, drew liTe-blood, Tresh and clean. And whiTe magnolias, bursTing wiTh suspense, Bared Their pale Taces in counTless rows, Too soon They Throbbed, To lie a vain expense WilTed exTravagance on rooT-whiTe boughs. A swiTT shroud, slipping soTTly To The earTh, CuT deep and piercing wiTh a chilling blow: FragranT blossoms Tringing Spring's new birTh, l-lalT-open buds ranged sTill-born in The snow. Life By Abraham Elfenbein I dropped The Tilm inTo The Tray, And waTched The acid eaT iTs way Through gelaTine and celluloid, UnTil Trom ouT The blackesT void A My Tace appeared and sTarecl aT me- And blurred inTo inTiniTy . . .

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HALF WISE SAYINGS By HYMAN DANOWITZ IT is mosT inTeresTing To noTe in our body oT proverbs how conTradic- Tory many oT These adages can be. The basic reason Tor These con- TradicTions lies in The Two opposing schools oT ThoughTg one advocaTes, Make way Tor Tomorrow g The oTher, Be merry Tor Tomorrow you die. LeT us look inTo The banTer ThaT arises Trom conTlicTing proverbs. The SToics, especially Beniamin Franklin, would say, A penny saved is a penny earned, and Save Tor a rainy clay. To wha+ avail? The Epicurians will answer, A Tool and his money are soon parTed. For The proverb, Never puT oTT Till Tomorrow whaT you can do Today, There is The answer, There is always Tomorrow. We have learned many a lesson Trom The Table oT The anT and The grasshopper, buT along sTanding moTTo among The lTalians has been, IT is charming To be idle. A Ta- mous Frenchman once said, IT is worse Than a crime: iT is a blunder. Did he TorgeT ThaT To err is human? I-low silly iT.is To Look beTore you leap, when I-Ie who hesiTaTes is IosT. I now come To The greaT Thinker, DescarTes, whose moTTo was, I Think, ThereTore I am. To him, mind was The criTerion oT living. YeT, Tor all his ThoughTs, he did noT change The world. ArgumenTs and Theories perTaining To philosophical poinTs oT view have never changed The world despiTe The TacT, The pen is mighTier Than The sword. In The words oT The immorTaI Khayyam: MyselT when young did eagerly TrequenT DocTor and SainT and heard greaT ArgumenT AbouT iT and abouT-buT evermore Came ouT The same Door as in I wenT. I would like To close wiTh a Trilogy which runs beyond The ridiculous: TruTh conquers all, Love conquers all, and Work conquers all. GeomeTrically speaking, Things equal To same Thing are equal To each oTher. ThereTore TruTh musT be love, and love musT be TruTh: work musT be TruTh, and TruTh musT be work, sTrangesT oT all, however, is The remain- ing equaTion, love musT be work. I2

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To Miss Zollenhofer Who says Miss Zollenhofer will relire? l-las music ceased when silenr is lhe lyre? Pray fell me, wha? have years To do wilrh youih Or residence, wiih Those she did inspire? No accolade, conirived by human arf, Can They besiow, nor compensaie in parr, Who've known Jrhe incandescence ol: Who've fell Jfhe minisiraiions of her hearf. As long as Easfern Disfrici bears Hs name Will 'rhose who cherish rneril hers proclaim Who says Miss Zollenhoier will relire, l-le says lhere is no honor here, or fame. i her mind