YVONNE FITZNER, Class of '60, majored in Advertising Art at the High School of Art and Design. She continued her education at the School of Visual Arts, where she studied graphic design with Milton Glaser and Ivan Chermayeff.
____Yvonne is both an artist and songwriter, performing her own material in New York's Greenwich Village and Amsterdam, Holland, from the mid-1960's to the early 1970's.
____Her award-winning typeface and logo designs have been published in industry annuals. Yvonne has been a member of the Type Directors Club, the Graphic Artists Guild and the Songwriters Guild of America. She was a contributing editor at MC magazine, a musician's monthly, and is presently a contributor to the online publication, The405Club.com.
____Yvonne was President of the Art and Design Alumni Association from June 1990 through June 2007, and served two non-consecutive terms as a member of Art & Design's School Leadership Team.
Soon Be Far Behind

My soul has borne a heavy load
My eyes have always seen
My feet have walked the rocky road
And not along the green
The many words that I have heard
Have never left my mind
But had I stopped to count them all
I'd soon be far behind

You wake up wond'ring every day
Where charity has gone
For those you pass along the way
Don't know what's going on
Don't stop to cry or wonder why
Some people must be blind
For if you'd stop to count them all
You'd soon be far behind


[brief musical interlude here]

There's beauty in the setting sun
And life upon the plains
For where the rivers never run
There's hope in falling rain
And love is there and everywhere
In all that you can find
But if you never stop to look
You'll soon be far behind
Yes, if you never stop to look
You'll soon be far behind
 Lament Of An Urban Virgin

I think it's a pity
That in this great city
A girl must be witty to go out with men
For should they discover
That she's had no lover
Or lives with her mother, they won't call again
Oh, they won't call again

A young man, to start with
Will cause much disheart'ment
While at his apartment his hands, they do roam
The rest of the evening
Will find you both grieving
While he's not believing your wish to go home
Oh, your wish to go home

They'll wine you and dine you
And want a good time, too
But if you decline to give in it's a waste
I deplore such coercion
For love's no diversion
And I'm just a virgin who wants to stay chaste
Oh, who wants to stay chaste

Now, Tom, Dick and Harry
And Charlie, and Larry
Would rather not marry while they can have fun
And so I'm still waiting
And hoping, and dating...
It's getting frustrating as I'm ninety-one
Oh, as I'm ninety one
When I was Young And Radical

When I was young and radical I used to speak my mind
They called me a fanatic and I told them they were blind
But I'm older and I'm wiser since I've left those days behind

I just haven't got a thing to say, anything to say
No I haven't got a thing to say, anything to say

When I was young and radical I put the country down
And went in for dramatics as we tore it to the ground
But I don't go in for showmanship since I've settled down

I just sit and look the other way, look the other way
I just sit and look the other way, look the other way

I've got a couple mouths to feed, I have to pay the rent
I struggle with my daily needs, there's no time for dissent
And my only course of action is to write my president

But he hasn't got a thing to say, anything to say
No, he hasn't got a thing to say, anything to say

And so I spend my latter days aging in the park
Dreaming of the yesterdays that faded in the dark
And through a crowd of passersby a bullet found its mark

And as I lay there bleeding they just looked the other way
And as I lay there dying they just looked the other way
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