The Park School - Spark Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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THE JUNIOR CLASS WlNTER'S ARRIVAL The roof tops crusted with crisp white snow, The trees bare, save for their branches bowed low, The icicles hanging under the snow's weight Like dripping fingers, the snow their fate. The smoke whirling lazily from the chimney top Gives vent to pine logs and pudding red hot. The singing kettle, the merriment of gentle folk, Scatter the fear of dark clouds-winter's shroudlike cloak. ' Barbara Howard Grade XII A POME l'm too tired To be inspired. A poem's the thing For me to bring To class. Alas, I cannot write. My rhymes are trite, My meter's queer. Besides, last year I wrote some Lit. This year I quit. Joanna Brizdle Grade XI LAUGHING CRYING Spllllllfllus luu9ll ul Spcllllsll Iokesf I hate a verse which does not rhyme, The Irish laugh at elves. My heart turns black, I foam. The sweulsll luugll cl Swedlsll HY'-'lfesf A grimmer fault, youlll find sometime, Bul We A guy who crowds everything that enters his head, whether luugll important or not, in the last line of a poem. at ourselves. Harry Nichols Grade XI SEATED: Betsy Moore, Sheila Bleichteld, Sydney Elster, Art Steinberg, Joanna Brizdle, Dale Casto, Betsy Prescott, Velma Rice. KNEELING: Tom Zierk, Anne Bridge, Terry Sheahan, Patty Dodd, Margot Victor, Howie Maier- hofer, Bob Hertz, Jay Morley. STANDING: Sue Hecht, Loma Allen, Joe Bell, Clay Smith, Harry Nichols, David Brede- meier, Robert Glenn, Joe Sanders, Ronny Bell, Mr. Silsby. ABSENT: Ginny Anderson. 'l7

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SEATED: Judith Goldman, Carol Sernoffsky, Jean Hooker, Barbara Howard, Paul Oppenheimer, Barbara Hur- witz, David Bunis. KNEELING: Terry Finnell, Ronald Maierhofer, Gail Stumpf, Robert Morrison. STANDING: Harold Ruslander, Charles Keeler, Amanda Fisk, Jean Buell, Jack Moran, Karl Heilborn, Dennis Wilson. ABSENT: Jane Manley, Margaretta Lyon. TO SPEAK OR NOT TO SPEAK THE SENIOR CLASS Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide. No truer words were ever spoken, as I found out during the last part of the 1952 school term. I was one of the ten people nominated for president of the Student Council. With the honor of the nomina- tion also came the honor of giving a speech to the student body. The person nominated had a chance to decline, if he didn't wish to become president, or if he simply didn't want to deliver a speech. I must admit, at the time I didn't wish to do either. The first thing I decided to do was talk to ci member of the faculty about my problem. I discussed the issue with Miss Maggiore, and she explained to me how people in the same situation had dealt with the problems. She also explained the duties of a president, and I left the office with a good idea what was ahead of me. The choice was my own, I could decline and therefore take the easy way out, or make the speech and stay in the running. My first reaction toward giving the speech was not a very good one. I had let other people make up my mind that it was difficult to give such a speech. But before I could worry about giving the speech, I had to write it. , For two nights I thought about it and finally decided to weave my talk around one main topic. This was unity, and from then on it was comparatively easy. With the outline of the talk came the definite decision to go through with it. After the rough draft, I drew up the speech and studied it until the day I wqs to present my piece of work to the student body. I admit now I was pretty scared, not Because of the delivery, but because of the compo- sition of the speeclm I didn't know how the student body would react to the criticisms and suggestions for improvements from someone who had been far from an angel during the past year. They received my speech very well, and when it was done, I was very pleased that I had gone through with the task. That night I evaluated my problem and came to this conclusion: I realized that if I had declined, I would not have thought about the school and my personal reactions toward it. I would have lost valuable experience in presenting a speech to a group of people. Last and most important of all, I met a challenge and conquered it. This may help me in later life in meeting another challenge of much more importance and meaning. Terry Finnell Grade XII I6 V

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TH E SOPHOMORE CLASS FIRST ROW: Carol Ossola, Frances Macdonald, Judy Ehrenreich, Greta Beniamin, Ann Prescott, Debby Bleich- feld, Martha Keeler, Lynn Moree. SECOND ROW: Roger Edwards, Don Wallens, Louise Glenn, Jane Impellitier, David Stewart, Lea Hapeman, Nancy Morrison, Fred Bock, John Reissig, Bob Montgomery. THIRD ROW: Mr. Provenzano, Rosemary Brown, Libby Daggett, Ginny Sanders, Sondra Mols, Polly Yager, Bob Wilson, David Lyon, Jean Clother, John Clark. L'lNSTRUCTION Notre vie est si courte, il faut I'employer, lnstruisez-vous enfants, des l'age le plus tendre. Vous serez malheureux si vous cessez d'apprendre, Et c'est un iour perdu qu'un iour sans travailler. LEARNING Life is so short that we must try, To do our best before we die. Learn, when you are young of age, Before life turns another page, If you cease to learn too quick, You will destroy that burning wick. Work is fun, if you realize: It also helps to make you wise. Sandra Mols Grade X LEARNING How very short is our span of life, That it passes us with little strife. When we are all so very small, We do our learning with no trouble at all, But if we stop this in our youth, Later on we'll know no truth. For what is a day if we haven't done Our work, our learning, and our fun? Ann Prescott Grade X LEARNING Our lifetime is such a limited span. Teach yourselves, children, all you can, For a day will come, when you will regret The work you ceased and tried to forget. Debby Bleichfeld Grade X