Midwood High School - Epilog Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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epilog midwood high school brooklyn, n. y. iune 1946 clr. iocob m. ross principal J

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EXEUNT We were all just kids when we entered Midwood four years ago. Kids, like, say, our small brother or the little kid next door, both of whom are just freshmen today. We used to walk through the halls as they do now, dodging the sarcastic freshie call, forgetting where the gym was, and wondering what those blue and white hats that some of the students wore signified. Now, we wear these blue and White hats and we know exactly what they mean. They mean that soon our high school days will be over, that we no longer are just kids',, but must become responsible men and women, and that we may never again see many of the friends whom we knew during our high school days . Graduation from high school marks the consummation of child- hood. We must now plan our lives and develop ourselves in an adult world towards our goal. Midwood has equipped us to do this. The City of Midwood has acquainted us with the structure and adminis- tration of government. From the inter-cultural courses, the Inter- Faith Club, and the assembly programs depicting the civilization of different peoples, we have been exposed to and taught love and toler- ance for all men. The music and art departments have contributed greatly towards the development and broadening of our cultural backgrounds. We entered Midwood as just kids, not yet exposed to the world. We are now only half grown-up and we are leaving it. Our increasing sense of responsibility is mixed with a fear of the future. We must leave Midwood to continue and complete the grow- ing up process which truly began there. We entered Midwood in a world at warg we left in a world at peace. It is our task to keep it that way. Midwood has boosted us into the saddle and now it is up to each one to spur his horse in the right direction. The roads branch away from the school like the spokes of a wheel from its axle. Many of our friends and companions will take different routes from ourselves and disappear only to crop up now and then in a memory. It is this memory which gives meaning and value to the past. On June 26, 1946, four years of working and playing together will become just part of the past, only a memory stowed away in our minds. This Epilog will not let us take four years of our lives and destroy their meaning and value. Let it be a living memory of the heart and pulse of Midwood. Four years of joys, sorrows, accom- plishments, failures, and emotions are now over. But, turn the page and remember ........ PETE NELSON SAMUEL BADER 3