Fosdick Masten Park High School - Chronicle Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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'hr illlawten Bark Qlhrnnirlv Address all communications. business or editorial to The Chronicle, Masten Park High School. Buffalo. N. Y. EDITORS Marion E. Rung .,,,,,,...,,,.,,........., ,... ...................,......,,,.. ..,.,,,.....,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,.,,,,,, W a I ter King Associate Editors Business Staff Thelma Virgina Cossaboon Arthur Buddenhagen Benjamin Freedman Marguerite Loughlin Mary Kfoll Samuel Yochelson Eleanor Meyers Art Mary E. Riehmann Johanna T. Buecking Advertising Staff Walter Meinke Arthur E. Ricketts Etta Cohen-lnstructor in Journalism The staff wishes to express its appreciation of the assistance given by Miss lVlulholland's pupils in soliciting advertisements. Live busi- ness letters made their appeal and sold many pages of advertising space. Glnmmvnrrment The day we have long looked forward to is near at hand. We are now about to receive the reward of four years of hard work. For some, graduation is the end of school life and the beginning in a business career: for others, it means beginning in a more advanced institution of learning, the college. The task before us is by no means easy, for it comes in a stage of civilization, when the world is in great- est need of the best that we can give it. Let us remember that all our failures as well as our honors and our achievements will reflect back on Masten Park. Perhaps we have not appreciated what has been done for us. Now, however, as we reach the end. we begin to realize the patience and unceasing endeavor expended for our benefit. As we grow older we shall ap- preciate more and more what we have gained here. We are thrilled with the thought that we have attended an institution where we have learned that the true spirit in all we undertake should be Service, through Co-operation. Dear Alma Mater, although we say farewell, although we shall not be here, your honor and your interest will ever be alive in us. And through the maze of later days We'll be forever true- Our hearts shall wear thy colors fair, The Yellow and the Blue. Walter F. King

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8 THE CHRONICLE Cflmvntg-Qbnr Hearn by RAYMOND B. FOSDICK of the Class of 1901 I am indebted to the editors of the Year Book for this opportu- nity to extend my greetings to the students of lVIasten Park High School. I represent the older alumni, for I entered the school twenty- five years ago and graduated twenty-one years ago this June. Any period of twenty-one years seems like a long stretch in time, but I venture the suggestion that this last twenty-one years, in point of its significance and place in the world's history, has been perhaps longer than any other similar period through which the world has passed. After all, time is a relative thing, and we can measure it by hours or by the changes that it brings. Compressed within the first twenty- one years of the twentieth century are events which, taken together. make up a mighty revolution. The world today differs from the world of I90I to a far greater extent than the world of 1901 differed from the world of 1881. The age of machinery which started with the industrial revolution at the beginning of the nineteenth cen- tury, culminated in the first twenty-one years of the twentieth century in a burst of invention and in advance of material science which far outran anything that had gone before. The airplane, the wireless, the radio, the automobile, and a score of other inventions are rapidly changing the Whole form of human life and intercourse on the surface of the globe. The tremendous advance of astronomy, chemistry and physics has pushed out the boundaries of human knowledge far beyond their previous limits, and we now have conceptions of matter and of time and space such as we did not think of when the nineteenth century closed. But the world war has, of course, brought the greatest change. It has shaken the foundations of our civilization to the very bottom, and has created an economic upheaval such as we have not known since the industrial revolution of the early nineteenth century first began to make civilization a complex and involved process. The world is split with newly awakened animosities and rivalries and is throbbing with untried ideas, and humanity is faced with perils of an unknown kind. I keep wondering whether the human race is going to have vision enough and brains enough to handle these new conditions. Are we going to be able to bring any kind of lasting order out of the seething chaos of the world's affairs? Is this material civilization that we are building up, with its immense engines, which the war taught us could be used for purposes of destruction as well as for purposes