Hope High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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A. Y. tv 22 K . Is Rhode Island Honor ROBERTA ABISCH JEAN ANDERSON FRANCES BERMAN HELLEN BRAGINETZ ANTONIA BRITTO BRINA CHERNOV MIRIAM CHORNEY JANE LEE COHEN MILDRED CRONIN AUDREY DAVIDIAN FRANCIS DEPALO CAMILLE DESTEFANIS HARRIET DINER EDNA ERICSON EDWARD FINK JUNIUS GERTZ VIVIAN GLADSTEIN ARLENE GODFREY RUTH GOLDSTEIN ARLINE GOODMAN LEONORE GOODMAN BEVERLY GRANOFF THERESA GRAY BARBARA GREENE DOROTHY GREENE SUSAN HEATH ELIZABETH HILL IRENE HOFFMAN ROSALIE JACOBS X MELVIN JACOBSON SELMA JAGOLINZER MOLLY KAHN CYNTHIA KATZ SAMUEL KESTENMAN SELNA KONOVSKY ELEANOR LEPORE ROBERT LERNER ROBERT LIPSON RICHARD LORETTE JOY MAKER MARLENE MANES ELENA MARSELLA HELEN MARSOCCI BEATRICE MISSRY ROBERT MOURACHIAN BERTHA MUGURDICHIAN MARGARET MUGURDICHIAN GERTRUDE MUNRO DOROTHY McKENNA MILDRED McNULTY . SUNYA NEWMAN BARBARA NILES ALBINA PALUMBO PATRICIA PARKER Society ALFRED PASTELLI MARILYN PAVLOW LILLIAN RAFAELIAN LILA ROBINSON MARJORIE RODMAN SYLVIA ROSE PHYLLIS ROSEN EDGAR ROSENTHAL HARRIET ROTMAN HERBERT SACKETT RONALD SAMMIS BERNICE SCHAFFER GERALD SHUKOVSKY MARVIN SILK MARGARET SMITH AGNES SOLAKIAN HOPE SOREN JEROME SPUNT JACK STANZLER ARTHUR SWARTZ ELEANOR VALENTE JAMES VENDETTUOLI NORTON WEISS RUTH WEISS GLADYS WILCON MARGARET ZAROOGIAN Senior Hall of Fame Arthur Glass Allan Bernstein Robert Watson Andrew De Cesare Arthur Bonanni Jerome Spunt John Mills Gerald Mazo Allan Bernstein Richard Lorette Best Looking Most Popular Best Dressed lVIost Versatile Done Most for Hope A Class Genius Smoothest Wz'ttiest Best Athlete Most Likely to Succeed Edna Ericson Lillian Allegretti Doris Segrella ' Gertrude Munro Lillian Allegretti Arline Goodman Estelle Alukonis Helen McCabe Mamie Sagers Gertrude Munro

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Honorable Mention PATRICIA PARKER Intolerance is 21 Luxury That We Can't Afford I met Gladys Colyer a year after her release from a Japanese prison camp in the Philippine Islands, and it was from her that I learned the meaning of genuine tol- erance. I wish that the world could have learned that lesson with me. People had told me about Mrs. Colyer's experiences as a prisoner of the Japanese, and I expected to see a worn. tired-looking woman. Instead, I saw a tall. slim woman with shining blonde hair, eyes as blue as a summer sky, and one of the sweetest smiles I have ever seen. She was dressed in a gay, yellow dress, and she had a single strand of pearls at her throat. It seemed as though this woman had always lived where happi- ness reigned. However, the story which Gladys Colyer told us was not a happy one. She and her husband, Paul, and their two small children were living in China at a mis- sion station, but they were forced to evacuate when the Japanese arrived. They were sent to the Philip- pines. and shortly after their arrival they were taken prisoner by the Japanese army. For three long years they lived in a world of high walls, barbed wire. and yellow-skinned soldiers. The children became accus- tomed to hearing a foreign language: they said their prayers at night while Japanese guards cleaned their rifles outside the door: they often fell asleep with tears streaming down their faces because they were hungry. But they never forgot how to laugh, because they had a mom and a dad who made them believe in their Father, God, a God who was constantly watching over them. Yes. I-Ie did watch over them. A year ago the Ameri- can army released Gladys and Paul and their children, and it wasn't long before they were back in the haven of the United States. They Went to church that first Sunday they were home and thanked God for their freedom. freedom which they had suffered to obtain. I had an opportunity to talk to Mrs. Colyer per- sonally? and the things she said I can never erase from my memory. She said. Paul and I are going back to China as soon as we can. We are going back to a land of wounded, starving people, and we are taking with us the God we found in a Japanese prison camp. We can help those people as no other Americans can. for we have put our own children to bed with tears in their eyes because they were hungry . We. here in America. realize that we must learn more about tolerance. but do we realize that intolerance is a luxury? Gladys and Paul have no time to hate the Japanese: they can not afford that luxury. They know they must not preach tolerance, but they must live it. We shall never have everlasting peace until we stop making speeches. until we forget about the use of arms, until we come to regard intolerance as a luxury we cannot possibly afford. When the little people of the world learn to love their fellow men as Gladys and Paul do. then only shall we have peace on earth for all humanity. SAM KESTENMAN Spring Once Again It is Spring again. Firm gusts of air tinged ever so slightly with frost, yet bathed in sunshine. sweep happily up streets which have not quite recovered from the effects of a cruel winter. Ugly brown lawns begin to assume a greenish hue, though they are still soggy and muddy from the thaw. One seems to detect a definite lift in his spirit, and for once everything seems to go right. Happy boys with baseball bats and gloves hurry to the sandlot in eager anticipation: girls ride merrily along on bicycles recently brought up from warm cellars. Everyone feels light and gay, though perhaps just a little moody. It is spring once again. Did I say everyone? Funny how one's thoughts wander when he is happy-and it is spring. But it cannot be forgotten that spring is also making its quiet appearance in other lands less fortunate than ours. Other lands-what a colorful picture those two words could paint for some poor innocent with a vivid imagi- nation! I-Ie would probably dream of magnificent land- scapes, majestic palaces. and happy people--and how wrong he would be, for instead of beautiful scenery, there is nothing but a pock-marked wasteland. The earth is barren of food. and what little foliage there is, must struggle to keep alive. The beautiful palaces are either mere frames or piles of debris. and the people, the happy, carefree people, are little more than walk- ing dead-homeless, hungry. and alone. They have become used to these conditions, and their lives do not seem unusual. Gradually, however, they find it more and more diffi- cult to remain hopeless. Something in the air is touch- ing their hearts and lifting their spirits. At first they lower their eyes and shrink back in fear of this strange atmosphere, but soon. just as the low rumbling notes of a symphony suddenlv burst into a tremendous chord, their minds begin to grasp the reason for this change. They raise their eyes and look about them, and they see what has altered their lives. Brightly colored wild flowers have sprung up as far as the eye can see. Patches of grass are struggling upward through the muck. Hard green buds have begun to sprout on the branches of the trees that are yet alive. and singing birds once more begin to build summer houses. New life has sprung up. New life that is green and beautiful. New life that causes starving children to find happiness, that makes suffering people lift their tear-filled eyes towards a blue sky. New life that promises the world a new and happy future. It is spring once again.

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