Yeshiva University - Masmid Yearbook (New York, NY)

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Under Editorship of IS.-VAC B. FRIEDMAN

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THE GRADUATING CLASS OF JUNE ' 45 THE

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zleclicatiori Late Chaplain LOUIS WERFEL Late Pvt. LEONARD KLAPPHOLTZ Late Pvt. JEROME ROBBINS should die. Oh God, I ask bill this — that ill the midst of all the noise and smell — the hungry whine of the bullets — the exploding shells — the loud shouts, and screams ripped out of throats above open stomachs sloivly, oozing gut; the sickening sweet smell of half-charred bodies (Surely not your handiwork) with the siveat running down your armpits and your leaden arms and legs gradually blissfully numbing and your fingers clutching the heated rifle and your insides knotted into a tight ball of fear, and the glaze before your eyes mnking everything so horribly unreal yet so real at the same time — H hen suddenly It happens — and you are no more . . . All I ask for, God, in the brief second before Eternity swalloivs me up — a glimpse of the world That Is To Be — Jf here no man need make prayer like mine — Then will I know There is meaning amidst this man-made madness . . -By the Late JEROME ROBBINS.