Ridgewood High School - Arrow Yearbook (Ridgewood, NJ)

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Page Ten 3 51w CKMJ 0 740 Trees, like stalwart beacons on the mountain, Kept beckoning us onward as we climbed, And if we paused, the winds among the treetops Sent luring music through our souls and minds. 0n we went with ears attuned for listening, Stumbling over little stones and rocks, And when we fell, the haunting strains within us Soothed our hearts and urged us up and on. We often came to sections in the pathway Where thicket after thicket closely grew. We had to part their thickly knitted branches And hold them hrmly as we passed through. On looking up we saw the shining summit And ran, to find out what beyond it lay. We found our pace was doing us no better; We had to brush more obstacles away. The summit, when we reached it, was in darkness, Which soon dissolved into the light of day, Revealing stretching far and wide before us Our world, a new and challenging display. J UNE FOSTER.

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I'uge Twelve SIGHS AND SNIFFS At a water carnival meet a young fellow walked to the end of a high diving board. He balanced himself and then sprang into the air, turning and twisting downward for forty feet, grace- fully entering the water with a small and symmetrical splash. A young girl walked to the center of the stage before a large audience. She bowed and sat down at the concert piano. For an hour she kept her audience enthralled by her technique and vivid interpretation. In both these instances there is exhibited the result of long, hard, and extensive training. Each one has prepared himself for something to use later on. We, too, have been preparing ourselves for the future, probably not so rigorously, but just as importantly. These years have been the basic period of our lives, which to most of us has been very enjoyable. To be sure there have been a few annoyances, cares, and worries, but for the most part it has been a lark. But itis past! Some of us sigh, some of us sniff7 and some are still going around in a daze. It has been a memorable experi- ence. Our teachers deserve our hearty thanks for the effort and time they have spent on us. But for now, iiSo longf R.H.S. STEN HAMMARSTROM. THE TALENTS Now, as another class terminates its high school years, every graduate is being entrusted with a number of talents. Some will start at once to do something with them. Others, hoping thus to prepare themselves to use them more prudently, will spend a few more years being formally educated. Ultimately7 everyone will face the necessity of disposing of his talents. A few mem- bers of the class will indubitably become prominent in various fields of endeavor, but the majority will be molded into the in- tegral but unrecognized links of society. But let us hope that every member of the Class of 1940 will be eliicacious and no one need ever admit, 6cI hid my talents in the sand. J OAN GILSON.