School of Industrial Art - Evergreen Yearbook (New York, NY)

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TO THE CLASS OF JUNE, 1957 Dear Boys and Girls: Once again a school year draws to a close, graduation is at hand, and the Year- book is published. The theme this year, the seasons, is certainly an interesting one. The calendar tells us that the seasons are changing right now, as spring gives way to summer, and for you too, the seasons change. One period of your life ends, a new one begins. You leave us now to enter a different world, one with new challenges, new responsibilities, new associations, and new goals. I hope that as you look back at your years in SIA, you will feel that they were good ones. During the time we worked together you learned many things - the skills of your profession, appreciation of literature, the facts of history and mathematics and science. But this was not all. You learned some other very important things as well - how to work with others, and the value of human qualities, consideration, integrity, courage and friendship. Years from now some of you will be artists, leaders in your chosen Helds. Perhaps you will come back to SIA to offer a word of encouragement to the younger ones who follow in your footsteps. Some of you may have joined our staff as teachers, others may be in fields quite different. But, no matter what the future holds, I hope that you will never completely forget your high school days, and that SIA will always have a special place in your hearts. Good-bye, good luck, God bless you. Sincerely, Principal

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42 THE SKY The sky, Vast and Oppressing, Bears down upon my head, The greyness of the world. ij RQ f SNOW Snow Desolute and Sterile, grows with smoke stacks, Cold with Fear, Far in the city. Dwelling in my bosom, GERRY GOLDBERG A love fierce and compelling, Invoking cores of ferver- Dancing and flickering within me. Brightly burns my love: Humid beauty bursting, Yet imprisoned in my breast, Escapes in sweet streams. GERRY GOLDBERG NOW DEAD Mourn A TREE X for the hot ragged breath- now dead. Union of the soul-erupting all boundaries That sweetly ebbs-, separates-by air, light, Now dead. DALE DRUINIMOND A tree has fallen Somewhere in a woodg In a wood full of trees Some bad, some good. When its seed was planted Deep in its heart The gentle seedling In its curious persistence, grew The beauty of its innocence Nothing could change: Giving only love Expecting love, in exchange. Then suddenly-oh, who could have known? The fruit of our tree from its dear berth was torn. Knowing goodness It could not understand And kindness and lover were its only defense. But cruelty was born As in the mind of a child By the ignorant world Of darkness and scorn. Our sweet, tender sapling Its heart filled with tears Cried out to the heavens, Truth to hide my fears l The burden was heavy The branches strained But they fought on For their faith remained. A tree has fallen Somewhere in a wood, In a wood full of trees Some bad, some good. Darkness rolls in . . . But lol Sadness drifts out For approaching dawn Reveals a tiny sprout. Here is new life Our trees live again Now with understanding A better life will begin And the tree grows once more From the very same seed. ANGELA MARINO