New York University School of Education - Education Violet Yearbook (New York, NY)

Page 145 text:

A Mis Jovenes Paisanos EN LA CIUDAD DE NUEVA YORK. La vida aqui diccn muchos, Es trabajar y dormirg Pero veo a mis paisanos Que se pueden diverrir. Muchos jovenes que vienen, Y por eso es que nos dicen, Que no pueden esrudiar. Aqui se pueden hacer De un oficio o profesiong Y solo hay que tener, PACIENCIA a RESOLUCION. Debe el que quiera embarcar, Preparse de antemano, Porque aqui hay que luchar, Y ser siempre AMERICANO. Y todos los TRIUNFADORES, En este Campo fecundo, Podran ser CONQUISTADORES, En cualquier parte del MUNDO. Y asi podrzin levanrar, El buen nombre a Puerto Rico, A su PUEBLO preparar, Y hacerlo PROSPERO y RICO. A Maria Isabel fReciennaciclal Acosrada en tu cuna de querube muy graciosag Haciendole a tus Padres un gran papel, Tu maclre sonriente y carinosa, Me dijo! 11an6 Maria Isabel. Es tu nombre de estirpe castellana, Que cuando puedas pensarle por si sola, . Te encontrarzls que aunque naciste AMERICANA, jamas podrzis negar ser ESPANOLA. 145

Page 144 text:

The Seniors Say Good-Bye HE termination of our scholastic career is fast approaching-vain regrets will not help us bear our separation from the School of Education. We are considered by undergraduates super-seniors, bending underneath the weight of wisdom we have gathered. So far are we removed from the dim memories of Freshman days that the students who now ambulatc in the corridors of N. Y. U. meet with our daily disapproval. 'Tis claimed WE were more of sober mien and meditative mind. Likewise, NVE suf- fered persecution in those days ere Freshman rules were barred. But enough, 'tis idle to speak! Was there ever a class like ours? And only eight hundred and nineteen of us left, blase, overeducated and grown cynical in our knowledge. We hobnob with the profs, and among ourselves patronizingly discuss their failings. Oh, well, we cannot all be good. - Perhaps, in this last public appearance of ours it would not be out of place to give a word of advice to the undergraduate body. Bear this in mind! Nothing is ob- tained without effort. Aim high, this is a stimulus to attain the goal to success. Four years ago, graduation was merely an illusion. Now that the illusion will soon be an actual occurence we are at a loss for words with which to express our feelings. After all, the time we spent at New York University has been in preparation rather than in accomplishment and we feel that this preliminary training will render us more capable to cope with the great struggle that we shall encounter in real life. Still, our Alma Mater has grown to be a part of us, and our last farewell cannot be spoken with- out a feeling of deep regret and sorrow. Our gratitude can only find a poor expression verbally. It is only by accomplishing the work the School of Education has fitted us for in an honorable manner that we can hope to reciprocate partially. In these times of public stress when industrial and technical questions must be answered and political problems cry out to be solved we shall have our duty to perform. It depends upon our performance of this duty in accordance with our ideals as to whether or not N. Y. U. shall be proud of us. And we hope that the feeling of pride will always be justified. THE Emroa. 144

Page 146 text:

Armislice Day a+ New York Universiry Sfuclenls Honor 'lhe Dead By GEORGE W. DVORYAK ODAY we are here and tomorrow we are gone. Today we are heroes acclaimed by the public and cheered by the mob, tomorrow our corpses rot and the mob has found new heroes. America is so busy in developing her resources, expanding her financial stability, and molding better citizens that she frequently lacks time to stop and ponder upon the past. But America, despite her go-getting attitude, does stand by on Armistice Day and pay honor to those brave men who have fought in the fields of France, lighting for individual liberty, for popular democracy, and for international peace. Every year when this day comes, Americans dolf their hats at the stroke of eleven and for one minute they pause to pay homage to those who have died for a noble cause. This year America paused to honor her dead as she has often done in the past. Throughout the nation the speed of industry was slackened. In some cities this day was celebrated more appropriately than others. Bands, parades, speeches, and banquets reminded those who had forgotten that, though men were gone from our midst, memories of them are still in, our hearts. Here at New York University students and faculty both stopped in their work and joined the nation in honoring the heroes of our country. Elevators stopped, classes were temporarily suspended, and everyday thoughts were banished, as thoughts of the struggle for democracy filled the mind. The scene was most impressive. The silence which filled the buildings reminded one of the silence of a cathedral. If there had been an organ in the school to resound with the sad music of the Requiem or Nearer My God to Thee, we could not have been more impressed. If we had never stopped before in contemplation of the meaning of this holiday, we could not but stop this year. The scene that met the observer's eye was most touching. Here was the student whose heart is usually so occupied with lectures, grades, and credits, here we saw the student and instructor as they met on common ground. All we saw on that day was mankind pausing to pay homage to mankind of yesterday. We recalled those heart stirring words of Edmund Burke, Society is a noble compact between the dead and the living, and the unborn. The part played by New York University on this day showed that our college is Hlled with Americans who are united to the Americans of yesterday by a strong and sympathetic bond. We have honored our fellow countrymen. Perhaps some day our countrymen will also honor us. Let us remember the words of Daniel Webster as we honor our countrymen: I was born an American, I live an American, and I shall die an American. 146