Seward Park High School - Almanac Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Seward Park High School IHIHIII Robert B. Brodie, Principal IIIIHIII January, i935 x,,,,- I I- I I BY AND ABOUT SENIORS

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THE ALMANAC ON TI-IE I-IORIZON N The horizon, on ThaT shrouded plane we call The TuTure, lie our lives. The shroud may IiTT someTimes, and give us a momenTary glance inTo our lives. BuT all To oTTen iT sTays down, hiding Trom us The possible TuITilImenT oT our dreams, our prayers, our desires. Then iT is up To us To Tear The veil aparT. And To Tear The veil aparT, we musT TirsT give all our sTrengTh, all our courage and mind To. The work which we have seT Tor ourselves in This IiTe. Only by ceaseless, earnesT endeavor can we hope To Tind, when our rac eis over and we are waiTing Tor The reTerees To give a decision, ThaT The veil is no longer down. And whaT will we see on The oTher side? Will we see vicTory, glorious, glamor- ous vicTory, vicTory ThaT means we have noT given. our lives To The cause in vain, or will we see deTeaT? And iT we see deTeaT, will iT be a deTeaT oT which we are noT ashamed, a deTeaT ThaT means we played The game cleanly and hard, and only wenT down because The adds were Too greaT, or will iT be a deTeaT ThaT will show The world The slaclcer, The grumbler, The ne'er-do well ThaT has been hidden in our souls? Will we be proud oT This deTeaT, conscious ThaT e losT Through no TaulT oT our own, WhaT ThaT veil will reveal is being shaped by our hands every minuTe oT our lives, and if Those hands are indusTrious and eager, we need never Tear The liTTing oT ThaT shroud, conscious ThaT whaTever iT shows is The besT we can ever oTTer. Nicholas Cherepowich TEMPERAMEIXIT WiTh heavy, dirTy, gray sTones I will build my prison Far inTo The gray heavens WiTh The sweaT oT my work on my brow, WiTh The sweaT oT my labor in my palms. Finished, I will gaze Through The barred windows To The piTying people, So Tar, Tar in The misT below. WiTh Their piTy in Their sTaring eyes, In The bend oT Their upTurned heads: In The planT oT Their widespread TeeT. PiTying my loneliness, my aloneness, I will gloaT, In my loneliness, my aloneness Far Trom Their eyes and Their heads and Their TeeT. And up in The darlc prison oT my own making Lillian Vogel Page Eleven