Vineland High School - Record Yearbook (Vineland, NJ)

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THE COLLEGE OUTLOOK REV. THOMAS S. BROCK The best days of life are the present days. For the voun r, and those not so young:, the e days are golden with op- portunities. America never gave such blessing to its people as today and especially to its young people. The school year has a significant name for its closing. It is the com- mencement of greater things. Livings- ton said: “The end of the exploration i; the beginning of the enterprise.” The end of the exploration of school days mea s the beginning of the enter- prise of life. That life may be out in the arena of affairs or in colle e hall; for larger vision and service. Every- body who can should go to college and in this day more people can who will. But there should be a real reason for going and a high purpose. There are some things about college life that are attractive- the college spirit, athletics, social activities, the cordial fellowships, the joyous happy days of youth—but these are not all; these are somewhat on the surface. The real reason for the college outlook is the opportunity of getting ready for the actual program of life. Just now it may seem a trite state- ment to remark that we must prepare. That is the word of the hour. An old schoolmaster once said: “We should prepare a man for the world by taking him out of the world for a while, to be influenced, not by the spirit of the age, but by the spirit of the ages.” It is not the dramatic moments of life that count the most. It is the quiet planning and study of persons who are getting ready for what may happen two, five or even ten years from now. Recently the writer was asked if he knew that he had only twenty years in which to live, would he not get out in the world at once and do something? And the an- swer given was that if he knew that he had but twenty years in which to live that he would take five of them to pre- pare for the fifteen, knowing that with the fifteen years with preparation he would accomplish more than in the twenty without preparation. The four years in college are not a parenthesis in one’s life, but the plus sign in the equation of life’s program. A half trained man can only do a half man’s work. No one ever yet prepared for victory on the athletic field amid the applause of the grand stand. Vic- tory and applause came as the result of the persistent preparation away from the crowd. Every person to win in the race of life must take the time for train- ing and the colle e days afford the op- portunity for such achievement, ('hance can put a man in a responsible, high salaried position, but chance can ever beep him there. Lincoln wisely said: “I will study and get ready, and maybe my chance will come.” The log cabin days with the open fire and a few books laid the foundation of the studi- ous habits which made his chance pos- sible. The world today has a lot of hard problems for solution. Most of them will be solved by college men and women. Easy problems are never worth solving—the great rewards are always brought by earnest effort. Peo- ple who arc looking for an easy life are not the graduates of our colleges. They have learned that the great thing, the really big thing of life, is not what we can get, but what we can give. They have also learned that God bases His rewards not upon conspicuousness of service, but upon fidelity to oppor- tunity. In this great hour the world needs men more than things. We have been busy making things—wireless telegra- phy and telephone, the submarine, tun- nels and bridges, aircraft and the out- put of a thousand factories. Now we need men and the opportunity of a col- lege training makes possible the larger emphasis upon manhood and woman- hood.

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 EDITORS OF THE RED AND ORAY READING FROM LEFT TO RIGHT BLANCHE MARTZ. Co-Editor FRANKLIN LAMB. Editor in -Chief F. A. LaBAW, Associate Editor C. W. B. LANE, Gen. Business Mgr. ROSE MORVAY. Co Associate Editor

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A POEM Ml'KIEL FISHER Once more let us join in a tribute of praise To thee. Vineland High School, our voices we’ll raise, How long thou hast guided and guarded our way. As Seniors, we leave thee in sorrow today. I .ike a sculptor, who chisels, with firm, gentle hands. Thou hast fashioned thy children to meet life’s demands, And though we may wander and scatter afar. Thy counsels shall ever he our guiding star. To conquest and slaughter let nations aspire. Drench armies in blood, and wrap cities in fire. Hut crimes of the world shall not crim- son thv name. Where only fair wisdom is worthy of fame. May thy standard of freedom reach every land, Where tyranny rules with a hard, cruel hand. Thine ensign of reason, if widely un- furled. Will end war’s domain and give peace to the world. Thou pride of our fathers who wrought thee with care, That blessings of knowledge their chil- dren might share, Though ages may crumble thy walls to decay Their ruins shall breathe of thy glory today. Thy classrooms and halls will our memo- ries enshrine. Thy teachers will ever our heartstrings entwine. Farewell, dear old High School, our purpose shall be To live as an honor and credit to thee. (ClasB Motto Dn'iis tint ffinriiti”