Rye Neck High School - Scraps Yearbook (Mamaroneck, NY)

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SCRAPS RYE NECK HIGH SCHOOL Voi.. VII. lNI.m1,x1iox1cc1i, N. Y. . TUNE, 1929 No. 3 Edited by the Senior Class Fifty cents a copy THE MOON SHIPS Oh. the moon rides high and clear tonight. Ships that pass in the night -an endless The winds sweep wide and free. The shadows dance in mad delight. Like foam o'er stormy sea. In midnight depths the great winds wait. The lightning hidden far. The clouds are swept by hands of Fate. To a place behind a star. And still the moon rides high and clear. Across the midnight sea, The shadows shake with awe and fear. At dire things that may bc. Pauline Harms EQUAI. O'Pl'OR'I'UNITIES ln this cosmopolitan world of ours, op-- portunity is within the reach of all men. Especially in the United States, the land of opportunity and the home of people from every port of the world. this is true. The success of man does not depend upon his race, creed, or condition in life. but en- tirely upon the efforts he puts forth to achieve a cherished goal that will make him rise in the esteem of his fellow citizens. VVe have many in this country, leaders of all ziationalities. The rise of a man here de- mands that he must prove himself the iittest. Since the liberation of the colored race at the end of the Civil YVar, the negro has procession bound for ports unknown. We may see them for a minute but soon they move on, out of our sight. probably out of our lives. The sea they sail upon may be rough and uncharted, calm and tranquil. The storms and hardships ahead of them are known only to tllemsclvcs. There are shoals, some hidden, some exposed, some avoidable, some inevitable. And the sturdier ship has more chance of conquering obstacles. So it is with our lives, ships on the ocean of ex- perience. Each one is insignificant in itself but each helps make up the great common- wealth of the world. They pass by', at first uncertain on the great expanse of sea but soon seasoned and experienced. In life, too, there are shoals and rocks which only the strong and sturdy in soul can conquer. Each deed is as a siren, heralding the approach of a ship. Ships that pass in the nightn, each in its own channel, each wending its way on the vast sea of life. Marjorie I.ebcis CHANGED A stillness lay upon the country side, all nature seemed wrapped in sleep. The sun beat down on the dusty turnpike, the shrivelling fields and the motionless trees. No sound was heard but the drowsy drone of an ambling bumble-bee as he made his eccentrie way from one blazing poppy to proved that he is capable of doing great things the same as other men. This is shown in the case of Booker VVashington, the great another along tl1e garden wall. Xvllllt has happened? The stillness is leader of the race and Harry Burleigh. the noted musician. Racial prejudices are dying away and opportuuitiy is waiting for every- one. The eombination of all races working for higher ideals and better places in life, raises our country above the others in record achievements. VVilliam Ehrbar gone. The air seems alive with the rustle of crisp leaves hurrying hither and thither in search of a winter resting place. The squalling jays in the morning and the galaxy of riotous colors remind us that summer has gone and fall is here. Robert C. Hains Page Three