Yeshiva University High School For Boys - Elchanite Yearbook (New York, NY)

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But many ages further back, When Earth was young and new, My first ancestor then was born, And grew, and split, and' grew - Until an army of my race Ruled Earth - as we've a right to do. We may have seemed to yield our throne To younger races. But we know That these new races will not last. Each one must some day go. And do you think, oh scientist, That for m-an 'twill not be so!', The human race, that man replied, 'Has more strength than all of these. Now some were killed by cold and frost, Still others, by disease. But our machines keep off these plagues. They'll not conquer us with ease! A little lump inside my head, A group of cells called 'brainf Keeps me from sharing their cruel fate, And saves me from their pain. You beasts are right. You've never lost But we shall win - we gain. We've gained this kingdom in our turn, But not merely to wait Until it is our turn to fall. VVe prepare before it's too late. We won't follow the dinosaur - WE WILL MASTER FATE!!! 'X' I 'lf A million years had passed. A man - - The last one of his race - - Sat musing on his unkind fate And on his own sad case. As he sat thus, a microbe came To that forsaken place. I know, it said, of what took place In that hall long ago, Vllhere man and microbe walked, talked And what they said you also know. I ask you now: can human pride Withstand fate's strongest blow? You are a fool, the man replied, To speak in such a way Wlhen you know what my race has done To your race in its day. We killed all those who barred our path VVhile we ALONE held sway. You must have slept through all this time Because you do not know, How in our glory, we alone lVere rulers - - all else had to go. How you survived I know not, but You are the sole remaining foe. Thus spoke the man - and with one blow He crushed that foe of men. But age had sapped his strength, and so He fell, and never rose again: But murmured this, before he died And passed beyond our mortal ken: That scientist of old was right: Man does win in the end. Wle may have fallen, like all else, But with us foe and friend Have also fallen. None remain For our throne to contend. IVe mastered Earth - - we ruled the world- And then we lost our throne. But we did not yield to some beast. IYe fell, and died, ALONE. I now die happy, knowing that Eartlfs history is forever done.

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on his grave, the tombstone which tradition had taught her should be put on the graves of the loved ones to perpetuate their memories? Was there to be nothing to keep alive the memory of her Yankeleh? A sudden resolution took form in the mind of the mother . . . The neighbors at long last were rewarded by seeing the blood return into the face of Leah. Her peut-up tears found vent. She was again their Leah, but infinitely sadder, seemingly years older . . . Her Yankeleh was gone. G - d giveth and G - d takethg blessed be His name. But there were still some thirty people living, people who undoubtedly wanted to come to Eretz. She would do what Yankeleh would want her to do. She would work day and night to see that the remnants of Israel should- find a home ready for them when they arrived in the land of their fathers. She would work for the Yishuv. She would help to build it into a strong, blooming, re- spected nation. She would make her work and her deeds Yankeleh's tomb- stoneg her actions his memorial . . . And she will. te! Mun und the Microbe -A Pessimistzb F antasy- BY ARTHUR RUSENFELD The microbe and the scientist Yvere walking hand in hand Among the dusty skeletons 'The time has comef' the microbe said For you to learn at last That your human race is very young, Of a once great reptile band. And hasn't long to last. Thus, arm in arm, they walked that day, Our advent on this earthly scene Until they came to a stand. Was much further in the past. :Before the dinosaur exhibit My ancient microbe ancestor In a great museum hall, YVas there on that fateful days 'Midst racks and heaps and piles of bones. When the last giant dinosaur And skeletons on the wall. hfet his fate - and passed away. Can you believef, the scientist said. Those reptiles lost their rule of Earth, That these beasts once ruled all? And now you men hold sway. 12

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lim ll by, glnmzph, 'yaahm In nineteen hundred and twenty three a fledgling T. A. was located on the East Side. In that year a smiling man of average height began teaching Latin in T. A. Dr. Benjamin D. Shapiro is still teaching T. A. students. Although he now confines his pedagogual efforts to the social sciences. Doc at one time taught not only Latin but also German in T. A. In the course of twenty two years he has put thousands of T. A. stu- dents through their social sciences' A B C. His students include many prominent Rabbis, members of the Institution's staffs, and a noted radio news commentator. It was Dr. Shapiro who also began, nurtur- ed and developed the Talmudical Academy Library. Indeed, if ever a histoiry of T. A. were written, Dr. Shapiro would occurtv a prominent place. Yet, few facts are known about the man Whom the students familiarly call Doc.,' It would be illuminating to discard conjecture temporarily and examine Dr. Shapiro's life and Works in an objective manner. Benjamin Shapiro traces his antecedents to Vilna Jewry. Born in a small inn on the outskirts of Vilna on April 2, 1895, Benjamin Shapiro spent his formative years in an atmosphere of economic stress. His father, a merchant, found the going tough. Mainly for this reason, the Shapirois emigrated to the United States in 1907, and settled in Utica, New York. Young Benjamin found the transition a difficult one. However, by 1915 he had so well succeeded in Americanizing himself, that he was at the head of the graduating class at the Utica Free Acad- emy. Meanwhile he found time to take in a little Judaica during a several months stay at Rabbi Jacob Joseph School. In 1919 Dr. Shap- iro graduated from Syracuse University. Here he had majored in His- tory walking off with top honors including a Phi Beta Kappa member- ship. For the next few years Dr. Shapiro divided his time between teaching fellowships and more intensive studies of history. Having received an M. A. at Syracuse and a one-year teaching fellowship at the University of Michigan, Dr. Shapiro decided to embark upon his Ph.D. thesis. He chose as his subject Congress of Paris-1856? This was the peace conference that ended the Crimean VVar. Flaunting convention, Shapiro decided to base his thesis upon a perusal of the original archives. He arrived in London, England, upon this idea of original on-the-spot research. He embarked upon his ll