Yeshiva University High School For Girls - Elchanet Yearbook (New York, NY)

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View in-Two Every evening for the past thirty years, on my way Just the other afternoon, as Iglanced out my window, home from work, I've passed the same blasted tree the ancient tree standing before my house caught my that stands in front of the house next to mine. And lately, I see the kid next door templating it, and he looks he's thinking. Well, I've and I haven't found things thing, the darned thing advances. Year in and blossoming, feigning lasts only a short while. and dried by its dying, drying, hardening, Look at its roots They are like bi everyone else's life moisture, like a like one man draining tions, and even of life satiation at someone self and leaving nothing. Now just glance . . . snarled, twisted, are the minds of conniving, warped. The branches one trying to out-do his neighbor, compatriots of the human race. be one step ahead of the 'nextg destroy a competitorg each of himself, trying to find the easiest gardless of the others. And, of course, there's the and straight, huh? Don't be facade. It's really hard, the so-called leaders among better word. They are hard They indoctrinate us in the branches, snarled and the leaders are warped, thing is rotten, not even about. So what the hell . . . 24 an withered deadened. things. soil of all 1ife's blood, loves, aspira- all for . him- A' See them mean, bent, . . .each of my only of ountime thinking invading I toiia point of ,Surely these , Every- . I I thought about the tree for a while and well, it on a new importance. I thought that it ' 'ature model of humanity's history. g sa rt begins life young and fresh, fertile and crisp, eager to meet the world and the sunshine. Then, for a while, it seems to lapse into something short of death, in actuality, only waiting, working, toward next year's fresh start, anticipating anxiously it's re- birth and renaissance. Each year it seems to look newer, somewhat greener, and better able to meet the world than the previous year. Man, is constantly being greater truths. He at times, but he's that will come in this world- must direct his reborn through the often' seems to stand still, even just preparing-for the great with the realization of what why he exists, and toward efforts and energies. Iithoiight about the moist clods of earthgf-strivingtto a man's mind, groping among-the and wis- dom, trying toretain even a wonders. I couldisee the branches the other, all stretching upward, reaching They are like man, always yearning to achieve greater heights, attempting he can grasp. And all of this upward heave. We man. Our hands are to accomplish the mains the serene, like They higher than up together in one race, one as they strain up The trunk of the tree re- straight, upright, solid, are the leaders among men. the trunk guides the branches, to channel our energies. But do not limit us, they do not control branch out, expand, grow, and bend the branches, we have infinity as our only Barbara Newton