Reading Memorial High School - Pioneer Yearbook (Reading, MA)

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ARA A. KARASHIAN Principal “The mature, well-integrated person knows that freedom can never be absolute. He und erstands and willingly accepts the reasonable restraints of his society. He also limits his behavior according to the dictates of his own conscience. He knows that in order to find any real meaning, lasting contentment and inner peace in his life, his actions must be consistent with his beliefs. Becoming the person one wants to be requires constant striving, self-discipline and oc¬ casional self-denial. ARA A. KARAKASHIAN LEONARD F. D’ORLANDO Assistant Principal From SONG OF MYSELF. . . . In all people I see myself, none more and none less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them . . . I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content . . . Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking, and breeding, No sentimentalist, No stander above men and women or apart from them, No more modest than immodest. . . WALT WHITMAN «

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DR. ISA K. ZIMMERMAN Assistant Principal TO A YOUNG CHILD. Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? Ah! as the heart grows older It will come to such sights colder By and by, nor spare a sigh Through worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; And yet you will weep and know why. Now no matter, child, the name: Sdrrow’s springs 6re the same. Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed What heart heard of, ghost guessed: It is the blight man was born for, It is Margaret you mourn for. GERAD MANLEY HOPKINS ERNEST G. SPENCE Assistant Principal HIGH FLIGHT. Oh, I have slipped the surly bands of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings Sunward I’ve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds—and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hovering there, I’ve chased the shouting wind along and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long delirious, burning burning blue I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace, Where never lark, or even eagle, flew: And, while with silent, lifting mind I ' ve trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God. JOHN GILLESPIE MAGEE, JR.