Blake School - Reflections / Call O Pan Yearbook (Hopkins, MN)

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WE, THE SENIOR CLASS, DEDICATE THIS BOOK TO THE Blake School is a hoys' college preparatory, country day school. There is a history of the school in the B hook, a description in the catalog, and somewhere there must Ik a legal definition as well, for we arc a part of the city of Hopkins. Also we have a history, in fact fifty years of it. But—the definition, description, anil history arc not Blake School. Blake is a living thing, and as it lives it has a spirit. And this spirit, greater than, and encompassing every hoy. master, class, and team, is something intangible. It can’t Ik weighed, sold, given away—but it can he lost. What is this spirit? It is probably many things to many people. Actually it is many things to me also. To me It is the one and only Noah Foss teaching for forty-two years, retiring, and now serving as Executive Secretary of the Development Fund. It is the enthusiastic, ever-growing crowds attending our football games. It is the trustees, serving and freely giving of their time without compensation. It is an athletic official calling Pete Parks for our dates before accepting other commitments. It is the understanding and coojKration of the parents as we try to solve the never ending and always difficult problems of youth. It is the morning chapel service so sincerely and devoutly led by faculty. Student Council, and members of the senior class.

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THROUGH THE SPIRIT OF BLAKE SCHOOL AND THE SPIRIT OF ITS ALUMNI, THE PUBLICATION OF THIS Call O’Pan IS POSSIBLE. THEREFORE

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It is the teams on the athletic field accepting victory and defeat with equal grace. It is the return, year after year, of members of the staff, the finest group with which any headmaster has ever been privileged to work. It is the conduct and bearing of the student body which caused one official visitor to write “admirable rapport between master anil student—well behaved and courteous boys under all circumstances—Blake School is an institution of high quality. It is the returning of alumni, young and old (or are they ever old?), their reminiscences, their continuing friendship for one another, and their never-failing support of the school. It is that which caused a school superintendent in a distant town to tell his athletic director to fill an open date “with the finest group we have ever battled against. It is Lillian Berglund who, after two years of official retirement, is still with us “because there arc so many things I still have to do. It is those generous donors who have made, and arc making all this possible. It is train officials and people on the streets of New York and Washington asking Mr. Runklc and Mr. Jcp-son, during the last year’s 6th grade trip, the name of the school these courteous and controlled boys attended. It is a little First Former silting over in the corner of a room, figuratively digging his toes in trying to master a difficult problem. It is all of those who. though no longer here, have left their stamp on this school. It is—last and perhaps least important—the long list of applicants seeking admission. Spirit is the breath of life. Prescott C. Cleveland