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

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Les'I' We Forgel' By GEORGE W. DVORYAK, '31 OOPERATION is one of the finest things in the world. In college it is due to class spirit prompted by an ardent love for one-'s Alma Mater. Many college students who graduate every June, leave their Alma Mater with a tinge of regret in their hearts. Others forget their school as soon as the gates of the university close upon them and they find themselves face to face with the problems of a career in life. What attitude shall the class of '31 take toward New York University? Will we, as members of that class, remain loyal students who will leave these walls of learning with regret too great to be expressed in mere words, or will we eagerly await the opportunity to get out of school and forget all about it? Shall we be loyal to our school or shall we forget her? Shall the memories of the happy hours spent in class under the guiding influence of sympathetic teachers urge us to cooperate with the school in the future just as we cooperate with dear old N. Y. U. now? To be or not to be! That is the question. Shall we be loyal to those sacred traditions which we leave behind us or shall our University be merely a matter-of-fact institution that has fed us on sugar coated pills of. wisdom for four years? After spending four years within these walls we must have an affection for the school. Memories will always arise before our minds. We will see once again those happy pictures of campus life, our beloved teachers, our dear friends and those envied good times which brought us so much pleasure. We will feel towards our University as the Greeks felt toward the State. We shall feel proud as we display our class keys and say Gee, if we could only be back there once again! Like the Romans we shall guard our diplomas which certify that we are citizens of that most noted empire, knowledge itself. We shall think of our caps and gowns in the same manner that the Romans thought of their togas and their arms. Our school shall occasionally bring joyful memories to delight our weary minds. Ellis Gimble said that the success of his business was traceable more to the loyalty of its employees than to any other single factor. So the success of any university must depend upon the loyalty of its graduates. The success of the graduates may be determined by the loyalty of the university to them. We are comforted with the thought that our school will not desert us, that she will not push us into a world of hard knocks without trying to help us adjust ourselves to men and life. Shall we treat our University as it shall treat us or shall we neglect her like the ungrateful son who forgot about his mother when she suffered in the hour of need? No! We can not turn our hearts away from our University whose very traditions assist in the molding of ennobling qualities in its students. We shall be as loyal to our University as she is to us, We shall cooperate with her in the future as she has cooperated with us in the pastg only we shall repay her labor with more loyalty and more cooperation. When we think of loyalty to New York University we shall adopt the motto of Socrates who said Never too much! You have won our hearts, oh Alma Mater! May the gods reward you for all that you have accomplished for our welfare! May our love for you increase with the passing years! May we never forget the word loyalty! 158

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Swee+ Margari+a Life here in this city I enjoy with great emotion, Since I met a girl so pretty, Who loves me with much devotion. She has a beautiful face With cheeks of apple-redg She dresses very nice, And makes me to lose my head. Her manners are rciined, Her poise aristocratic, Her language very fine, And yet she is democratic. When I call her in Spanish, Her name sounds like Juanita, Then I put sugar in English, And call her SWEET MARGARITA Melody The thin Wavering note Of a violin Pierces a leaden silence: A pleading drawn From out the air. The mere wisp of a melody. Almost imperceptibly The sullen rumbling Of an alien theme Swells in volume, Until the melody Is like a risen sea: A ursurping And a conquering, Drawing to an end In a. chord Which lingers In the momentary Tribute Of silence l57

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