Midwood High School - Epilog Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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We dedicate this book to our fellow classmates and teachers who have left their books and desks and a carefree, happy school life to fight, so that we may continue our education and our American way of living. Nl g' f And it came to pass F that the people of the earth lived together in as unity. The world was free from war and Q strife. No man feared his neighbor. No man Q was oppressed or persecuted. No man was B51 hungry. 9 5 1 One day we and all the people living in free lands looked around us and realized that we were in danger. The liberty and freedom which we had thought so secure, which we had fought for and won such a short time ago were in danger. We realized that there were those on this earth who did not believe in letting every- one live under the blessings of liberty and freedom: but we did nothing. With ever increasing speed, this menace to our security envel- oped nation after nation. Wherever the iron heel of aggression was placed the light of freedom was extinguished. Then we saw that we could no longer remain unmoved. We could no longer allow this thing to exist and, in battles more furious and bloody than ever had been seen before, we set out to destroy it. This threat to the peace and security of man will be destroyed. And one day the world we want, the world of righteousness, the world we are fighting for shall come to pass. MELVIN HORWITZ 2

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W. V! HAT BLESSED HOPE fTitus 2:31 It was Sunday, and we took the car and went for a ride in the country. fThat was in pre-war days.J 5 gg I noticed then how beautiful the .A , world was. The lanky buildings looming out of the mist of a foggy morning- Narrow streets bordered with overflowing carts of colorful goods, And the shops with their carefully planned displays, Mothers pushing baby carriages, crowds strolling to church And, as we left the city, the myriads of color that frolicked in the wind, So were they all beautiful. We rested in a lovely spot where tiny white flowers grew profusely. I felt content, almost smug, for there was nothing to disturb me. But wait, there was a rumbling, it increased alarmingly, And then it burst forth in all its untrammeled fury, Unmindful of children, indifferent to beauty, spurred on by hate. It was here! War was here. Suddenly it came. It ruined the buildings, ruled out the smell of nature with the stronger odor of death. Destroyed the narrow streets, the carts, the shops, mothers, babies, churches, people, It was all the same to them. When it was all over, we went back to the field with the lovely white flowers. They were gone. We expected them to be. We walked around the field searching for some glimmer of the past. And then we found the flower, a tiny white one that had remained. We looked upon it with an exhilaration we had not thought we could feel again. We cleared the ground, and planted more from this one blossom. And they sprang up and spread throughout, and it gave men heart. They built new buildings, planned new lives, nature stirred, And the world was beautiful- Then we heard the rumbling again. PRISCILLA WEINSTEIN 3