Freeport High School - Voyageur Yearbook (Freeport, NY)

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dministration IN a cave of pine-topped Mount Pelion dwelt Cheiron the Centaur, a great teacher. His white beard reached to his waist, yet his eyes were clear with divine knowledge and his step elastic with everlasting youth. From his low-walled cavern ever came forth the hauntingly beautiful chords of a plucked stringed instrument and the mingled notes of immortal singers. And they sang of mighty things, of faith, of hope, of love, of purity, and of the beautiful. Many were the striplings that Cheiron trained for the battle of life: some returned to their homes, spending peaceful and purposeful lives and of these the world never heard. For, if all men were heroes, who, then, would there be to recount their glories? But there was one youth whom Cheiron had in special charge, Jason hiding from the bitter malignancy of his inhuman uncle, King Pelias. The blue of the sea was in Jason’s eyes; long hours he spent in gazing o’er the purple horizons. Cheiron was exceedingly wise and he shaped each youth’s mind according to what each one liked best, and they were content. So Jason learnt of the unceasing wonders of the earth; the boundless seas that surround it, and the isles that gem the deep. Nor did Cheiron forget to instruct Jason in general knowledge that his pupil might be well equipped to fare in the world without. He taught him how to ride and to shoot straight with bow and arrow; to suffer hardships without complaint and to meet perils without cowardice. Above all, he instilled in him the ideals of faith and loyalty. Thus was Jason armed for adventure. Ten

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