Cambridge Rindge and Latin School - CRLS Yearbook (Cambridge, MA)

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MISS ETHEL GERTRUDE McELROY Senior Dean Page 10

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Prologue “We are the Jasons, we have won the fleece.” —William Shakespeare. ORN but victorious, we stand on the glistening white beach with the Golden Treasure Chest at our feet. It has been a long fight and a hard fight, Com- rades, but we are the victors. For four years we sailed the Seven Seas, and ranged the angry Ocean, we have skirted perilous waters, we have visited strange lands and spoken with many quaint peoples, we have captured immense stores of booty on the high seas. We followed Columbus across the heaving Atlantic, we fought with Nelson at Trafalgar, we battled valiantly with “Old Ironsides” against odds, we landed at New Orleans and with the pirates of Barracada and staunch old General Jackson staved off the invaders, we winged a roaring flight with the old tea- clippers around the Horn, we raced the “Flying Cloud,” and all the while we were perfecting ourselves through our disciplined voyage. On our sturdy craft we made a glorious exploration, Comrades, a hunt for the Golden Treasure Chest. Adventurers all were we in a battle where the strong sur- vived and the weak fell. We climbed dizzy heights and scaled precipitous cliffs, coming forth unscathed to our good ship. We have crossed steel among our own crew, and yet we stood together loyally in a common danger. We have exchanged cheer and encouragement when it seemed that all was lost; we have stood fast when the waves were mountain high, and then later shared with each other the magical mystery of a star-studded sky under the Southern Cross. We have searched and hunted for our Chest throughout the world, ever striving and never losing hope, always persevering through foul and fair, and when at last our ship grounded on the strand that was our goal, our feet met the shining earth and hurried our willing hands toward the Treasure. We deserve it, Comrades, but let us not forget to keep ourselves worthy of it. It has been rightly said that, ‘““To the victor belong the spoils”; but the spoils are only half the battle — the other half is knowing how to use them. We have the pride, the honor, and the standard of our crew to uphold, Comrades. Shall we ever give up the ship? Page 9

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