Thomas Jefferson High School - Aurora Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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1 ' 'fn .- 'T fal - N :i ma 181 1 KKCKO agree ' QW X f I, som e 'Q y 5,1 , 3 'L' 'Jag Q' ,JL Q ' G x 6 K.. .9 ll we were asked lo designale lhe happiesl as well as lhe saddesl mornenl ol our lives, we could answer lo bolh queries wilh one word, gradualion . Gradualion lime corn prises one ol lhese rare occasions when ioy and sorrow usually so alien lo each olher, lorrn a beaulilul and louch ing union. We are glad-glad because we have succeeded in conquering all obslacles sel belore us in an ellorl lo lesl our abililies, glad because we have been adiudged as ready and lilled lo lighl lhe harder ballle lhal awails us wilhoul Then comes lhe lhoughl lhal we musl parl lrom lhe place lhal lor lour long years has been our horne-lhe place in which we have lorrned beaulilul lriendship, spenl joyous hours, learned sell-reliance, and, above all, learned loya ly lo worlhy ideals. ll is al lhis lime lhal lhe loreign ernolion born ol gladness and regrel sleals inlo our hearls and we are lempled lo say: Il parling's hard dear brolher Then leller lasl lhe lear. Il launling doubls assail you, lvlalce courage conquer lear. The srnile will be your weapon 'Gainsl laces cold and new, And courage guide your loolsleps Towards oalhs you'll never rue.

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When I review The swiTTIy passing year, The regisTer oT all I soughT and IosT, The calendar oT pleasures and Their cosT, And memory's dreary discounT oT each Tear: When I see hollow Time allay each Tear, Turn TrosT To heaT, and heaT again To TrosT, Salvage one boaT and leave anoTher Tossed On sTormy sea above iTs cerTain bierp Though I see pilgrims looking Through The nighT For some rooTed haven Trom indiTTerenT sTars, For some gray misT in Their deTauIT oT IighT3 YeT sTiII I Icnow There waiTs beyond The bars OT darlc, a Tree oT IighT ThaT Tlowers, slow And siIenT in The sun's eTernaI glow. II Time sTays buT we go on. Then one IasT view OT Triend and school IoeTore we separaTe. I To my hopes, you To whaTever TaTe May, unheard, whisper is your Iiving's due. Years malce sad Tools oT men. We prod- Then rue The cynic IanceT ThaT would heal The sTaTe By TruThs buT haIT-believed. LiTe will noT waiT3 The sea-deparTed wind can blow as True WiThouT The brine beTween iTs TeeTh, nor bend. The wave could lose The sunseT on iTs cresT7 The snowsTorm in The cape could have iTs zesT, WiThouT The borealis To aTTend. All This we Icnow, yeT wonder if remain STIII, Things To men as inTiniTe as pain. Encircled in The shine oT a new sTar, SurmounTing every cloud wiTh ancienT skill, We shall go on, uniTed in The will To build anew, To brealc each rusTed bar ThaT blocks The way oT iusTice, Tends To mar The course oT ThoughT advancing upward sTill. Pull empTy ComTorT Trom his highesT hill, Who, sTilTed To a creed, may hear Trom Tar The rush oT winds oT scorn, youTh in The van, ThaT come To cuT him down, and bring The righT. Throw down The Thieves oT bounTy Trom Their heighTl There yeT shall come The momenT when a man Shall scan, wiTh briIIianT eye, The heaven's rim, And waTch in daunTed space a sTar grow dim. DAVID WRUBEL

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Dear GraduaTes: AT The Time This is being wriTTen There is a waTer shorTage in Jerusalem and a sad dearTh oT decenT human regard Tor The Teelings oT oThers in Germany. LiTe wiThouT waTer is unThinkable7 liTe wiThouT kindliness is almosT unlivable. AT leasT, in The laTTer case, whaTever living There is musT be on an animal level. ln boTh insTances along The sTerile, parched deserT wasTes There is no exisTence excepT Tor cerTain Types oT highly specialized animal organisms ThaT need very liTTle To survive. The quesTion is being seriously raised by some oT The eminenT persons l have meT and Talked wiTh on my Travels, Will civilizaTion survive? Are we abouT To reel rapidly backward inTo an age compared To which The so-called dark ages will seem like marvels oT illuminaTion? No one knows. Nor can anyone be guided excepT by The eTernal veriTies, The lighT ThaT has consisTenTly come Trom The greaTesT sages, philos- ophers and propheTs oT all Time. As surely as Two plus Two makes Tour in The pracTical world, so surely does haTe begeT haTe. There is no end To iT because iT Teeds on iTselT, growing ranker and more desTrucTive wiTh The passing oT The days. WhaT can you and l do abouT iT? A greaT deal. ln The TirsT place we musT consciously classiTy ourselves wiTh advanced human beings who reTuse To lead purely egocenTric lives. We owe iT To every man living, including ourselves, To reTrain Trom saying The ThoughTless biTTer word and Trom proclaiming as a greaT TruTh The vapid generalizaTions abouT oThers which circulaTe so Treely in mobs. There is only one Torm oT inTolerance which iT is The obligaTion oT every educaTecl man and woman To espouse and ThaT is inTolerance of inTolerance. lvloral leprosy dwells in The roTTing souls oT Those who haTe, convenienTly, by label. NoT Tor Them is The kingdom eiTher oT earTh or oT heaven. The waTer shorTage in Jerusalem will probably be meT by drawing on oTher springs, some oT Them in disTanT parTs. WhaT springs will humaniTy Tap in order To bring back Tor every human being as long as he remains on earTh-so brieT a Time aT iTs longesTl-his divine righT To liTe, liberTy and The pursuiT oT happinessu? Please accepT my besT wishes, all oT you, Tor a TuTure oT good healTh, happiness and useTulness To yourselves and To oThers. ' GCE YA, -.,-.,A 5 c D