Queens College - Silhouette Yearbook (Queens, NY)

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BU BS ljlflll TUU Y -and Hool-is for Tomorrow! . .. More than anything else, this slogan and the campaign it repre- sented captured the spirit of Queens College under arms. We, who studied at Queens College when history-making was not confined to texts, liked our classes and our book-learning. That's why we went to college. But we knew that, given the circumstances of 1942, books alone couldn't combat bullets. So we decided to raise money to buy bombs now, in 1942. And with an eye to future peace, we decided to buy the bombs with WAR stamps and bonds, to be redeemed in 1952 and buy books for our college library. Pledges of support from every nook and cranny on the campus were sent to the Student Council War Committee which organized the campaign. And on May 6, 1942, an all-student variety show was whipped up to raise funds to buy the 35750 bond which would buy 500 books for the library when it matured. THU T Ll E We've seen now how Queens College fared in the Spring semester of 1942 -its first full semester at war. Weyve seen how its students, its curriculum, its play, its discussions geared themselves to total war. But what about its students who were fighting this war on the front- line trenches - Gerhard Chiesa, one of our classmates who was at Fort Knox in May, 1942, wrote home: You donlt realize how much you miss Queens until you're away for a short while . . . Although I was never prominent in any of the affairs at the college, and probably went around with an I-don't-give-a-damn-look, I nevertheless feel that I was a part of the school, and in some respects I am still part of our school .... At present, I'm in the armored force, and like Queens, it's a new unit . . . but like Queens, it'll be the best. Bob Feeley, another classmate, W1'OtC 'KYou do not know how much I want to go to those classes with you . . . when I received your last letter and heard about your program, made me very 'school sick.' . . These are our boys. This is . . . HUUEE 5 EULLEEE T W H

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We, tice people We've seen the ugly pageant of war, heard bombs shriek, seen men die. We see it now. Yet we still dare to dream of a better World, We, the people. We have marched through centuries beneath the yoke of dictators. We have felt the best part of world hurt. We feel it now. Yet We still dare to dream of a better world, We, the people. I, Tom Jefferson, have dreamed of a better world. And I, Abraham Lincoln, have dreamed the same dream. And I, Walt Whitman, have told of it in poetry. And We are the people. I, who till the lields, have dreamed in the quiet dusk after work. And I, who bear men into the world, have rested after labor And have shaped visions of things to come. And we too are the people. T Of what do we dream, we foolish ones, who seek after wraiths and would give them body? We dream of a new World . . . We dream of a world of free men, who can face the dawn without terror. For there is no terror in a peaceful land. We dream of a World of kind men, who find strength in mutual dependence. For love is a bond invincible. We dream of . . . Tall cities, white in the sunshine Gleaming with clear, bright windows And the sound of a thousand voices lilling the air with music, The music of strong men working, The songs of children at play, The singing of happy women.