James Monroe High School - Monrovian Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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Eg . ,ag g - tt s we K -Maw 3 V Wg ll E I4 xrst w as St i r A X at Id' ,I 3 S I 7 W ff it a sm it C . S' I o A SX t i . 3 X ' i ..,--iiififffis il ' f 0 4 ' E Z. x X ' -V-..,. V V WN fi 1 y 1 . 2- ,pi V 9 QQ ,- 1 114i S 'fs kfi f ll' c an i ,lf ' wi Z K' 'ii fs' lg' --nl-.X Hif i i 1 0' of-N' l ...mtxf AMES and places associated with scencs visted in the past are always surrounded by a glamorous aura and although the incif dents coming to memory may have had a most sordid history they are always regarded with sympathy when compared with happenings and personages met in later years. The class of June, 528, so far as school administration is concerned, is now nothing more than a set of names and records, filed away in a metal bound book for future reference. Suppose we were all to meet, the seven hundred and twentyffive of us, ten years hence, in the old school! Suppose all the members of the faculty who have come into contact with us, as students, were to renew their friendf ship and see the product of their labors! What would that scene present to the eyes of an onlooker? Professional meng doctors, grave and methodical, lawyers, ready to wrangle and beam upon their former classmates with ingratiating smiles, highfpowered salesmen, twinfsix gofgettersg insurance agents, postmen, book' keepers, teachers, writers, all hardened by their contact with the outside world, smiling upon all this so superciliously, all that this place meant, where they spent four years of their youth. The teachers, older looking, more tolerant, those who were young in our time, slightly less enthusiastic about this system of mass education, all smiling, some not as if they meant it, remembering old times, But under the skin of all of us, should we be as composed and affable as our faces showed or would our hearts beat just a little faster and would a lump creep into our throats as we again saw the nooks and crannies that we had haunted a decade before. We are all cynical people living in a cynical age and laugh at sentiment, but shouldnt we all feel a little sad when we realize that never again in this strange interlude called life can we live the days when we were all one camaraderie in James Monroe? JGSEPH D. DREYFUSS