Franklin Delano Roosevelt High School - Orbit Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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To unaffectedly pronounce SING as a battle between the classes would be a slap in the face to us, the participants. The ultimate aim is, of course, to be the victor - but to merely define Sing as a quest for victory is unjustified. The questionof victory or defeat is missing the whole point of SING. The beauty involved wasn't so much the undescribable dream of victory which changed to reality -the beauty was that what was ac- complished was done by all of us working together. We had been fortunate enough to be triumphant in the final year and to experience winning. We all know it beats losing. However, this wasn't all the Seniors of '74 learned during the four rapid years of SING. More than this we have discovered amity, fraternity, and a mutual and deep regard for all those we have worked hand in hand with. SING cannot bear a comparison, present a resembl- ance, or share an equivalent with anything done inside or outside of school. SING stands gallantly in a class of its own. The most bizarre but meritorious characteristic in- volved is how we, the sharers of this experience, would probably never have bothered with or even known one another without SING to harmonize us. Usually, classes whiz by and when school lets out we tend to hang out with those we have always known. Unknow- ingly, we are actually hindering any possible close fel- lowships or acquaintences. But SING has brought to us these friendships and affections. And more than this, we have accepted these feelings and now share them as intense bonds with one another. In a sense, our fondness and sentiments for all involved is a victory in itself. SING is over, or is it? What we were doing, and what our SING represented provided us with bonds that will never die. Our sojourn to the final year of victory all began as we entered SING as freshman. Our Freshman SING was the last one a freshman class could ever have as its own. .YV As Sophomores, we had at last proven to the audi- ence that sophomore sings should not necessarily be categorized as sophomoric . We the sophs of 72, had a valuable, witty, and sophisticated script which turned out the ultimate in sophomore sings. No longer were sophomores considered out of the competition. We had proven that diligence and perserverance can turn out a beautiful SING. Such was our Roaring 20's theme of '72. junior Sing - what can be said about junior SING? We lost by a few points, but we had not lost in our hearts. Our spirit and pride for our masterpiece in the Garden of Roosevelt was a victory. Winning is most certainly deserving. And although the judges felt the juniors of '73 had not deserved to be declared winner, a flame was lit in our hearts for the dream victory we knew we deserved, it's still there. Although we had lost on the score sheets, in essence, we had won -- in friends, experience and respect. And for every enemy we might have made or created through our defeat, our feelings as on unified mass - the junior class - could have stood up to open fire on a battlefield. At last came Senior Sing '74 - New York City. It began and ended on a good note. No animosity be- tween the competitors was displayed as in previous years. Although we never could imagine our final SING to be as superb as our junior one, we tried to believe we could top last year. Our thinking enforced the be- A I I

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lieving, and this desperate demand became reality - our SING was an amazing performance. And what was highly important to all of us was that we deserved to win. And at the high strung, tense, strained second of declaring the winner, our hearts grew fonder of our- selves, others and most of all for the SING into which we put everything that ever meant anything dear to us. Upon the announcement of a Senior Victory '74, the sweat beads broke like hot ice, the unrestrained tears poured into puddles, and the toil and diligence had paid off. Has anybody here felt what we do now? Our thoughts will linger on - Roosevelt we'll miss you More than our words can tell And very soon we'll be gone . , . An excerpt from our Senior SING Alma Mater - what could be more conclusive? susan katz 147