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Sea Sprite	May	19,	1967
Dear SJA’ians
The deep sorrow that accompanies the closing of school this spring would be unbearable in its finality, if the spirit that is SJA would also die here. Such sorrow must find hope if it is not to frown in despair. The hope of S.J.A. lies in you, her students.
In the halls and classes of this old school you have learned (it is our hope) more than that which can be written or spoken. Her lessons, though sometimes painful, have tried to Instill in you a set of values to guide you through life.
A deep respect for person; compassion for the aches of the human heart; love which carries you out of your petty selfishness and creates an awareness of others; courage to be honest in the face of pressures and to stand alone in this honesty if need be; responsible acceptance of God's love with its demands on your mind, your heart, your life; and/finally, a profound joy in tbe realization that you live a life inspired by Eternal Love.
S.J.A. will live on In each one of you to the extent that you are true to her ideals and carry forth to others thefstan-dards she has set for you. Such Is the hope that brings joy in the midst of sorrow this spring.
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“Hands on top of your head, right foot in front of the left, go down, junf> q>, left Once upon a time in the land nf* when a stansede of elephants runs over Dissatisfied with mere coexistence
Ltorm discussion and social life shocked me out of my little Catholic cocoon* This la a big, wide, wonderful world we live in. despite what critics say about
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you’ve told your mother a few. things,
Neveragain one against the other what is one to do this bleak day —
. . . Hours that seem like days. "Should I catch you a wnite whale.
The funny things and the serious things
Mellowed by age and experience, had the time of our lives
"Is this really necessary?''
"They expect us to learn all this?*' Hershey wrappers, the Ice cream sandwich papers, the mustardy napkins and those bright red milk cartons They must have a great devotion to culture day has reached the nour "Happiness U a Ugk school diploma, we became a part of S.J.A.
. . bind together in favor of peace.
‘ *The wretch, concentered all in self. Living, shall forfeit fair renown.
And, doubly dying, shall fall down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.”
These few lines from ‘‘My Native Land** by Sir Walter Scott illustrate the pressing need for communication and open-mindedness in today's society. How can one wrapped in his tiwr selfish
Where the spirit is—
"There but for fortune go you and L . However, it seems that you and I have gone. You and I and 112 years, and a tradition. All that can be said on the social Significance, on the indication of econoniic distress, and on the Death of Private Education has already been said. An aging school is mourned before its death, and even now, the eulogy is being written before the corpse is cold.
So here we are. You and I. We clean out our lockers and help pack books and say how sad it is to be closing; and we talk about wardrobes for next year's public schools.
Perhaps all that remains to be said on the passing of SJA is the fact that “we” are saying anything at all. For what is left in 20 years will not be a crumbling building, or a collection of discarded class rings — if anything is to remain. It will be the you-and-I, the "we".
The ghost of SJA will not haunt ledgers written in red ink; it will not Unger in halls of peeling plaster, in an empty gym, in a deserted basement. It will not, like the Ghost of Christmas Past, roam around routing undedicated souls out of bed at > a.m.
The SJA spirit will not seek out new homes; it will only remain where it has always lived. And in these hearts, our hearts, If the spirit has been real, it will
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desires possibly do good for his fellow men? if in this one track course he happens to find something that will benefit society as well as himself, how can humanity admire abegrudging benefactor? Perhaps now is the time for a bit of self-exapilnatlon. Is each of us a so-called “hero"— unwept, unhonored, and unsung? Why?
BECKY AGUZIN
ISow is the time for all good men