Bay Ridge High School 1945 Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY) - Full Access

LEST WE FORGET Gazing absentmindedly into space, it seems to me as if that space has converted itself into a crystal ball. In it, I can see all the shades of depressions and joys that composed the past- I am looking at today– and dimly, but distinguishable, I am able to visualize the future which is ours! Life has been comparatively rugged for us. I compare it with the conditions in existence several years ago. Then, there were no fears that accompany war. Then there were no cold sweats drenching us physically and mentally as today when the realities of unwarranted deaths stare at us brazenly and laugh at us. War- four years ago and now- is the issue. We must mould our future plans accordingly and be ever-ready to revise them when prevailing conditions deem it necessary. Up until now, the descending years limited themselves to one track -school. We lived under our parents' yoke and the careful supervision of school officials. We have worked cheerfully, begrudgingly at times, but our efforts have not been in vain. The culmination of one phase of our life is at hand! We have no alternative but to face it. Our mothers, fathers, and teachers have armed us well. In addition to cultivating our talents, they have taught us the different approaches to success in any field. They have injected into our very fibres the acknowledgment of tolerance, kindness, perseverance, and the common sense which wasn't so common. We are leaving the finest friends, our teachers, as we say goodbye to Bay Ridge High School. We walk away without looking back longingly. Our motto is to strive unfalteringly towards the new horizon with our baggage composed of the knowledge instilled within us the groundwork of future characters in the drama of Life. The future is a tantalizing figure. She displays to our young eyes many fields-each one intriguing in its own fashion. The different roads we traverse hold its roots in our philosophies of life. Perhaps you do not refer to it in exactly those words, but we all have some pattern we intend to follow. Remember the sunny afternoons you sat on the stoop with your best friend or the nights you lay awake in bed whispering to your sister, discussing the future. You spoke hesitantly or there might have been an enthusiastic quality in your voice as you confided, "When I grow up, I'm going to be so happy. I shall become famous-'' and then you pro– ceeded to outline to your listener the details of your plan. The time has arrived to harvest the crops growing from day dreams or seri?us thinking. 34