Central Collegiate Institute - Analecta Yearbook (Calgary, Alberta Canada)

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twenty THE ANALECTA VALEDICTORY As a long year hastens ever nearer the time of fulfillment, swiftly we approach the crest of the mount up which for so long we have been tailing. With mingled feelings of regret and hope we face our graduation. For a few years we have tarried at the crossroads of beginning and our heads have been lifted higher that we may see Life as it really is. We beheld a vast peak which appeared the ultimate goal of all our strivings, and strangely enough, we believed that all would be ended when once we had stormed that height. And now we stand on the very peak and take one last look back ’ere we turn our faces from the sunset of these days. We have traversed a great distance these years in school—varied alike in its disappointments and in its rewards. After many hard struggles and countless small defeats we have reached the long-sought goal. Now, as all these familiar things become part of the mighty Past, we perhaps realize the fact of our education which can alone be of enduring value. “True education is to make people not merely do the right things, but enjoy the right things—not merely learned, but to love knowledge.” We have experienced the joys of comradeship, the satisfaction of doing things well, the adventure of exploring, in ever-widening fields of endeavour. All these have been inexplicably interwoven with the fact of endless change, and to those who have guided our progress We give our sincere thanks. If our foretaste of learning has impressed upon us a keen desire for more Knowledge,—if it has created within us a deep, insatiable longing for the Truth which shall make us free,”—if it has kindled in our inmost hearts a fire of thank¬ fulness for lessons learned and gratitude for the infinite greatness of those yet to be discovered, —then school has been very worthwhil. To you who follow, we leave the echoes of our footsteps and the joy of achievement. Thus do we turn our faces toward the sun-rising, and cross this threshold to embark on the sea of Life. Yet all experience is an arch wherethro’ Gleams that untravell’d world whose margin fades Forever, and forever when I move. Come, my friends, ’Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset— To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.” —Tennyson. —RUTH CRAWFORD.

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