Jamestown High School - Red and Green Yearbook (Jamestown, NY)

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teznmn - --- 'iii' iiiiiniim . . 'iiiggl fiiiiiiiiiiut 11011611 .. .El lllliii l ff . 1 years-Humph-Four years?-Freshman, Sophomore, Junior and Senior-One, two, three,-yes surely that makes four years. As Freshman, we, the Senior Class of J. H. S., ilfigfig looked with eager faces into these four years ahead of us. Our immediate desire at that time was to be Sophomores when we, ourselves, would be the ones to look down at and pity the brilliant verdure of the next crop of Frosh. As Sophomores, our uppermost wish was to be Juniors. Upper Classmen. How grand it sounded! As Juniors, our sweetest dreams were of the times when we would be Seniors. What could possibly be more thrilling? And now, as Seniors, we are just as eagerly looking forward to Com- mencement and into next year which will find us-where? Some of us probably already in business, some of us away at college learning more and ever more. Wherever we may be, however, we know, that next year holds for us the most brilliant possibilities ever offered to anyone at any time. Oh, it will be a beautiful, prosperous, glorious year! But stop a moment in the midst of your ecstacies, Oh, Seniors. Will there not be something lacking in the make up of each day? Will there not be a notable absence of familiar and dear friends? Will you not miss the gym, Institute hall, the study halls, 'Geen the clock that keeps watch in the tower?7' Will you not miss the scolding and the frightful quizzes? Won't you miss being sent to Mr. Corwin? You say UNO? Have you considered carefully what life will seem like, after these are gone? Well then, will you not miss them? Come now, the truth! You will, of course you will, for you would not sell those experiences, either academic or social, which your Alma Mater has afforded you in these four years, for all the pyramids of Egypt, would you? No, neither would I. When we have fondly bidden our Alma Mater farewell, we go forth into the world with not a cloud on our horizon. 'Our thoughts soar sky- ward, we have fulfilled the stern demands of Education and we are free! lt is with a start, therefore, that we come down to earth to find the eyes of

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the world fixed accusingly upon us. We pause in bewilderment, we reassure ourselves that we have our diplomas clutched tightly in our hand What then? In a voice of thunder comes the fatal question, 'eHow will you serve mankind? K We think back to a certain summer day, many years ago, when a little girl in pigtails watched in fascinated silence the performance of a mar- velously talented acrobat. That moment marked the birth of a resolution that when she grew upw, she would startle the world with her acrobatic feats. Since that time, she has passed through innumerable conflicts in which this original determination has struggled for supremacy with the desire to be a nurse, a teacher, a musician, and a novelist. And now comes the command, Choosel,, It is a perplexing problem. There lies before us not one royal road to success, but a multitude of paths, each one offering inducements lacking in the others. It would be pleasant to experiment, to traverse each path a little way, but the world is intolerant of indecision. Consequently, we must seal our fate. What shall it be-rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief 3 doctor, lawyer, merchant, chief ? What are editors for? Some have something to say and say it while others are an apology for their own being. Such is this one, and since the magazine holds so many wonderful things just as eagerly waiting to be read as you are anxious to read them, we will detain you no longer. G 2' ' -f Lt1:5!J -'iiisit-2'51-90 ' sr:-1, .A argg:'14:w:a 124. it-mf' ' 3 'vlan twgq N '-'ml6?:,aC'aiTpe ff ,