Ridgewood High School - Arrow Yearbook (Ridgewood, NJ)

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Page Ten THE A1212 ow Class Song When the clanroomy echo the last goodhye, Anal the rash in the hallf fadef of to a sigh, With headc erect, heartx .ftaunch and true, We choofe our road, for we'11e work to do. Oh, thirty-two, it'.f great to he young, With zeft and purpose and elreamr unmng, With achievements time cannot ejace We'll mahe the world a better place. Walter Wine:

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THE Anmow Vale B UT doctor, you must admit that no one has lived a completely happy and successful life. Perhaps no one has, yet .... Do you remember Young, james A. Young, the banker ? Why yes. It was shocking his death. In his prime. Young came to me the day he died, deeply disturbed. It seems his son is an amateur chemist, especially interested in poisons. Young humored his son in his hobby and indeed was rather proud of the boy's work. The morning of his visit to me Young was feeling ill, one of his chronic headaches. It was his custom to take a powder I had given him for his trouble. This morning he took some from his table only to discover afterwards that it was a new poison his son wished to have him study up and discuss. When Young told me the poison's name I knew he couldn't live more than twelve hours. However, it was a property of the poison not to take effect until the very end of that time. I told him the news expecting a servere nervous reaction. For a few minutes Young was disturbed but soon regained his habitual poise. Instead of going home Young went to his ollice, I presumed to wind up his affairs. In that respect I was mistaken. Instead of a day spent in gathering of loose ends it was one of great activity in the usual line. After business was concluded Young played a fine round of golf. It was a custom of his to play a round with Joe Scott, the professional. He ate dinner as usual with his family. James, a younger son, was away. You see, he hadn't told his family of his great mistake. During the nap which it was customary for him to take, Young died. I believe, I'm almost certain, he lived a happy and successful life. Alfred Bedingfield Page Nina

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THE A1212 ow Class Poem S N 7 E are thc fo-wnspeople of lomorrow, The taxpayers, lhe fommonxenxe Responxihle men. But we have had laughter, Glad gold laughter. We have heen fooliyh And very young. We have worked And known earh other- Ha5n't it heen fun? A Let'.f Jing of the times we laughed zogether Of the timer we'1ze danred And the timef we'11e Jung When we were very :lightly wieleed And madly, gloriouxly young! We are the lownfpeople of tomorrow --------lhe taxpayers, the rommonxense Rerponfihle men. Ann Denny Eaytolz Page Eleven