Julia Richman High School - Spotlight Yearbook (New York, NY)

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FOREWCDRD Dear Classmates, Graduation! This goal, once a dream, has at last become a reality. We have worked hard to gain the knowledge which is neces- sary to open the doors to the future. Of course, we do not, as yet, have suflicient learning to cope with all of the problems that life presents. Though the problems we have encoun- tered in the past might have seemed microscopic to the on- lookers, they have prepared us for our future destinies. We have the ability to stand on our own feet and face life unafraid. That, after all, is the heritage of American youth. Let us go forward then, confident that we will find our places in Life's Spotlight. Sincerely, Zf.eZ4u,Q

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fflfl GAY girls Life in the Spotlight? as a theme offers fascin- ating possibilities of speculation. Shall the em- phasis be on Life, or on Spotlight? Shall we stress the definite article in the title, thus slyly intimating that the Julia Richman Spotlight is, ipso facto, the Spotlight of Spotlights, whose effulgence dims all lesser spotlights? Or, shall we elevate the preposi- tion to supreme position, thereby limiting our theme to the players and the spot so lighted, ignoring all outside? Ah, the players! and the spot! Here, inevitably, our thoughts turn to our seniors who at the moment occupy the center of the stage. But imagination balks at the idea of seniors and spot in juxtaposition. Or, with apologies to Shakespeare, may we classify all who come within the Spot- light's rays as those who are born to the spotlight, those who achieve it, and those who have it thrust upon them ? My acquaintance with those who are born to the spotlight is a limited one. The only instance I recall occurred some years ago in Edinboro, when I ran two blocks on Prince's Street to catch a glimpse of Princess Mary, who had come up to review the regiment of which she was honorary colonel. The glimpse was a very satisfactory one, so I ran two more blocks down a side street to see her again. Somehow, her charm and beauty, real as they were, left me vaguely disappointed. Even we of the democracies still subconsciously expect royalty to have some visible sign of its high estate, its uniqueness, so to speak-a faun's ear, perhaps, or some other feature that differentiates it from the common herd. Alas! The Princess Royal had neither more nor less than any pretty girl. An unconsciously cherished illusion was forever shattered. Much more exciting are the recollections of those who have achieved the spot- light. In that triumph, one recognizes that not the divinity that doth hedge a king but the human qualities which we all possess to a greater or less degree are being glorified. A Memory recalls many such pictures. Sir Thomas Lipton, a boy of humble origin, who became famous as a tea planter and merchant is one. I can see him in imagina- tion in a box at the theatre, with the spotlight playing upon him, enjoying the cheers of the audience for his good sportsmanship in challenging the American yachtsmen year after year for the International Cup, even though his hope of success was slight. I can still hear the musical comedy chorus that changed its song to Tommy, Tommy, tell me true, Do you love me as I love you? to the delight both of Sir Thomas and of the crowd.