Public School 173 - Hudson Yearbook (New York, NY)

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I'Ul3l.lC SCIIOOI. 173, MANl'lATTANw-IUNE, 1930 give to other pupils with their puzzling questions and surely the effort you make to receive visitors and your spontaneous speaking at the assemblies, will partly answer this question. Perhaps some of the big things that you accomplish receive no mark, perhaps, even, no one knows of your own quiet successes. That does not make them any the less important. In the real world of grown-ups no one expects a mark. Each one acts according to the best standard that he knows. It is culture that brings higher standards. Rudyard Kipling, a poet who thought of life in an ideal way, wrote: 'LWhen Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it-lie down for an aeon or two, Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew! 'cAnd only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame, And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame, But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star, Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They Are! HELEN M. HYNES. 59 QL '59 if 99 4' Page Six

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PUBLIC SCHOOL 173, MANlIA'li'I'AN-JUNE, 1930 Editoefivzl by the Trincibczl June4, 1930. To the Children, 'fWhat is the use of coming to school? I hear somebody say. It takes such a long time to get an educationll' Perhaps some very little person thinks it is to get stars or some bigger brother or sister may aim at earning those queer things called marks. Later when one joins the ranks of the grown-ups, what is left of these things you struggled so hard for at school? The stars and the marks are forgotten-but there emerges, full- blown, a powerful thing called your character. It shows in your way of doing things and in your choices of what things to do. In short, you have made for yourself, as the sculptor moulds a statue, a way of behaving. Whether it be a beautiful way or otherwise will show in your actions. Listen to what the High School student says as he travels through the city, look at the way the school children take care of their school buildings and you will know more about the kind of citizens they are becoming. Watch the place in life the college graduate makes for himself and you may see what he has gained by remaining at college long enough to finish his education. The United States of America needs citizens that are well- read, it demands, for good government, a courage that is Hner than war-time bravery, it sets aside a tremendous amount of money for the education of its people so that they may use intelligence of a high level in solving the problems of a democracy. How are you growing in responsibility? All the troubles that you encounter as monitors, most of the difficult lessons you think out for yourself, much of the generous help you Page F ive

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