Jonathan Dayton High School - Regionalogue Yearbook (Springfield, NJ)

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The oboe breathes a husky note A muted horn, as if from far away tests his mellow voice. The violin sings softly to herself, Disorganized cacophonies of sound pervade the most obscure corner of the great hall. In the watery morning light . . . the quick tattoo of tardy feet, a motoris palpitating hum, the cry of brakes, piercing like a tapered silver knife . . . These are the sounds of myriad voices Blended in an endless stream of chatter And the ringing clatter of a locker rudely shut. The conductor stands erect, his eyes commanding, taps the podium and holds his white baton suspended in a beam of light. A wave of teeming silence floods the hall. The final bell with definite authority dictates time and place and action, The minute hand jumps ahead. Then time is static, waiting with unbroken discipline To take another tiny step. The music flows into softly rounded drifts That shift, reform, and shift again With ceaseless, liquid movement. I mperceptibly the tranquil tones are charged. A capricious violin scurries down a narrow passage. A swirl of sound spurts up And dissipates restlessly through the air. Suddenly the music swells and shatters like a mighty wave against a craggy bluff, F linging out a thousand brilliant fragments of itself, Then falls back to mingle with the sea. l The drone of quiet voices pulsates through the broad marble corridors. Gradually a restive rustling sound permeates the maze of halls. An isolated laugh crescendos with the timbre of a small glass bell. At a signal, the doors burst open, Emitting headlong streams of color and clamor, Only to swallow them up again a moment later and the last hastening footfall disappears. The symphony is ended. The final note still lingers, vibrating soundlessly in the air. The presence left by the warm crush of human bodies Quickly is engulfed by emptiness and chill. A slanting ray of sunlight sifts through the shades And guilds with ashen luminence The cold angles of an empty desk and chair. The hollow corridors are stark, The building settles back, breathes deeply rf table of contents FACULTY .................,...,........., Pages 8-9 SENIORS .............................. Pages 20-21 UNDERCLASSMEN .......... Pages 66-67 SPORTS ........ ......... P ages 76-77 Waiting for the heady throb of rich life-blood. ACTIVITIES ....... ...,... P ages 102-103

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, ,....o-' DH. HANDOLF T. JACOBSEN Principal B. A., Fairlcigh Diekinsong M.Ed., Ed.D., Rutgers University To the Cl11.s'.s' of 1958: Although I have been with you for only two of your years in high school, I feel I have gotten to know you very well. You have been an excellent group of young men and young women and I appreciate the cooperative spirit you have demonstrated. I shall always have a special spot in my heart for the class of 1958. May I congratulate you upon your present accom- plishments. You have passed another milestone on your road to success. I trust you will have many more. I X .1 XX To the graduating seniors: One of the most pleasant ex- periences for teachers is to see a group of students enter high school as raw freshmen and watch them grow into a class qualifying for graduation. The pleasures of these experiences are remembered long after as members of the class carve their own individual successes in life. I want to wish each of you the very best of luck as you go your own ways. Let us hear often of your achievements. Signature here 44, 7' RJ' George C. King, Assistant Principal tA.A., Momnouth junior College, BA., KLA., Nloutclair State Teacluis