Ridgewood High School - Arrow Yearbook (Ridgewood, NJ)

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Pa ge Ten T HE A1212 OW Class Song Life is a hattle of eight againft ueoncg, We have many a foe to nieet. Frienelf in am' conflict ana' .rtrength in one Jong Help HJ niaeeh with Jteaeliee feet. Charm: Om' lifteel heaelf, our hrilliant eyef, Oni' opened heartx to heaven rife. Om' qieickeneel step with martial air Ginef ns the fight to do ana' elaee. ' We girel one fouls with ariner height Enter the fray anel fght the fight. 0 Thiezjf-One with hopef jlieng high The ifittaiy of life if nigh. Woeelf hy Helen Hanfen Mufie hy Ufinifteel Hohhf

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- THE Aialaow For a long time this Prosper lived, and it seemed that his luck was stronger than that of most of his kind. Then one day gaiety passed his den and curiosity drew him to investigate. In a little clear spot beyond the knolls a big canvas tent was being raised, and a dozen gilt-and-blue wagons circled the site. In some there were animals and in others clowns who were less confined, but who can say which were the more deserving of enforced quarters. Of course, the last was the sentiment of Prosper. He waited until the work was done and then he joined the towns- people who were flocking to the arena. Prosper offered a nugget of virgin gold that he had discovered in his walks, and he was given in return a sheaf of cards to admit him that would have lasted the dura- tion of all circuses from Noah's to the one that Gabriel will someday summon. And when the mirth went on, Prosper was unmoved. When the beasts did tricks with their futile hands, still Prosper remained un- moved. And when the swingers on the high trapezes went through their repertory, Prosper was moved in a less favorable direction than the rest of the spectators. He was almost ready to leave when a great dappled horse sped out onto the ring and swung around and around it in an easy lope. And on his back was a beautiful young girl with long sleek stockings and a ballet habit, and Prosper never had felt be- fore the wane of blood that drained his face at the instant. And from then on Pros er was a star-gazer, and a lover of all beauties, especially oneg anrin he is still following the troupe and the little will-o'-the-wisp that first tickled his sight. But he is using his great strength that he earned in the out-of-doors to drive tent-stakes into resisting soil, and earn praise from what seem to him less-yielding lips. No, he is not traveling in the Freaks' Tent as the Perfect Man. He is above all that. Benedict McGrath. Page Nine

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THE ARROW' Class Poem I Far ahooe the reach of inan In the slefs infinity, Drifting through the idle hlue On unfettered inagie isles Rise dreain tastles Phantasies of hopes to he, Diin vague unrealities, Misgz visions, huhhle thin, Vanishing to nothingnessn Youthlr treations. II Far above the reach of nian In the skgfs infinity, Girded to unyielding rock, Built of strong unflinching ste Rise tall towers. jointed zoehs of welded heains, Sturdy stern realities, el Sheer ioalls like a niightjr elif Lasting to eternity4 Man's creations. Hazel B. Zinunerinan Page Elem: