Hillside High School - Epoch Yearbook (Hillside, NJ)

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FOREWORD “Allegory Of The Adolescent And The Adult” by George Barker • • • Looking for a wonder I went on a Monday, Meandering over the Alton down and moor ; When was it I went, an hour a year or more, That Monday back, I cannot remember. I only remember I went in a gay mood. Hollyhock here and rock and rose there were, I wound among them knowing they were no wonder; And the bird with a worm and the fox in a wood Went flying and flurrying in front, bur I was Wanting a worse wonder, a rarer one. So I went on expecting miraculous catastrophe. What is it, I whispered, shall I capture a creature A woman for a wife, or find myself a king. Sleep and awake to find Sleep is my kingdom ? How shall I know my marvel when it comes? I hen after long striding and striving I was where I had so long longed to be, in the world’s wind. At the hill’s top, with no more ground to wander P.xcepting downward, and I had found no wonder. Found only the sorrow that I had missed my marvel. I hen I remembered, was it the bird or worm, The hollyhock, the flower or the strong rock. Was it the mere dream of the man and woman AIade me a marvel ? 11 was not. 11 was When on the hilltop I stood in the world’s wind. The world is my wonder, where the wind Wanders like wind, and where the rock is Rock. And man and woman flesh on a dream. I look from my hill with the woods behind. And Lime, a sea’s chaos, below.

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Features 6 Faculty 10 Seniors 22 Underclassmen 60 Activities 94 Business 142 Page 2 TOWNSHIP OF HILLSIDE, NEW JERSEY FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY

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With SCHOLARLY and thoughtful words has Mr. Custer reached us and inspired us, but with more than words has he shown us the value of service. Can anyone appraise the worth of a ready friend? It is a ready friend that Mr. Custer has been to us and to those before us. We will remember his warmth, kindness, and wise advice which guided us through our four years, and we want Mr. Custer to remember us by this token of our appreciation and love which we dedicate to him: The sweetest lives are those to duty wed, Whose deeds both great and small Arc close-knit strands of an unbroken thread. Where love ennobles all. T he world may sound no trumpets, ring no bells, The Book of Life the slurring record tells. Thy love shall chant its own beatitudes. After its own like working. A child’s kiss Set on thy singing lips shall make thee glad ; A poor man served by thee shall make thee rich ; A sick man helped by thee shall make thee strong; T hou shalt be served thyself by every sense Of service which thou rendcrest. “Reward of Service,” ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING