Tottenville High School - Purple Parrot Yearbook (Staten Island, NY)

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Foofprzhfs he 2726 Safari' Did you ever go out to a beach and just sit there and think and watch and notice the footprints in the sand and wonder to yourself, Who were the people who made them? What are they? Did the person who walked here and made those footprints come here to think, to he alone, and perhaps to watch the water? Did he come here to paint a picture of the wind rustling through the spikes of the sparse, brown, saw grass? Or could they have been made by some young fellow on his way to meet his girl?'7 Possibly this person is elderly, and walking is his only enjoyment. Perhaps he is only a little way from here, and maybe some of those other footprints are his, too. What do old people enjoy? Do they like having their friends around, or do they prefer to keep themselves company? That person could be getting his paints and palette and canvas ready now. He might be composing a picture using the water, the sky, even those hoary, grotesquely shaped trees or branches, fitting them in and portraying his own thoughts and personality in the picture. Did that young man meet the girl? If she was there she probably brought along a lunch and they plan to make an afternoon of it. Perhaps today they will decide that theirs is more than a casual friend- ship. What will happen to the old gentleman? Vllill he live much longer and will he be happy, or will something happen to make him sorry that he has lived so long? Can he appreciate the world when he knows it so well? Wiould a person, who knows he will not live very long, think about living or not living? Will the painter turn his back on the sea and look for a more spec- tacular picture? He would think the old trees too niisshapen and grotesque even to bother with. Instead, he will paint an idealistic scene with color and activity rather than a drab seascape with not even one majestic wave to crash upon the shore. Will the two young people learn to live and fit into what is real or must they turn to idealistic things? And after a while the waves roll up on the shore, and draw back, leaving the sand smooth, gleaming, and unmarked. PATRICIA Ronixsox 30