Freeport High School - Voyageur Yearbook (Freeport, NY)

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l ORlEVxVUlRiD USY brisk Seplember ol lhe year I946, a group ol youlhlul heads 1 logelher, a leacher's calm inlorming voice, and an almosphere buzzing wilh miscellaneous ideas springing lrom lreshly wound imaginalions - lhal was lhe day our Sundial lirsl lound a place in lhe sun. You see, our ship was already wailing in harbor, We all lumbled on board, dragging lypewrilers, drawing boards, and old Voyageurs behind us. The very firsl lhing we did was lo climb lopside, and lhere, righl in lhe middle ol lhe deck, was our sundial. all shining and maieslic in lhe warmlh ol lhe Indian-summer sun. Il seemed lo send rays ol encouragemenl and inspiralion. A linkling spray ol sally sea, a bollle ol soda pop smashed againsl lhe red and while bow, a law bars ol an unknown overlure like lhe iaunly euphony ol bagpipes, and we were oll wilh hope and sundials and saucy red devils in our hearls. ll wasn'l supposed lo be a pleasure lrip, bul we couldn'l help picking up bils ol enioymenl along lhe way. We cerlainly were an inexperienced crew, bul our caplain was a gallanl soul, and lhe sundial was our lailhlul guide, our lairy godmolher. We even elecled a galley chiel lo preside over our slore ol candy and crackeriacks. in case you don'l undersland whal lhe real purpose ol our lrip was, I'd beller explain lhal we sel oul lo observe lhe cusloms and happenings ol a very special group ol people. These were lhe high school Seniors who dwell blissfully on an enchanled lillle isle called Freeporl. We rolled along on waves and waves ol ideas and afler awhile we grew used lo lhe rhylhm and lhe sea became as smoolh as a killen's back.iThe crew came lo know each olher beller loo. The more lhe ocean slipped by benealh us, lhe lighler became lhe bonds among us. We'd all slroll up on deck once in awhile, bend way over lo lry lo see beyond lhe horizon. Many were lhe limes we 'wished we'd broughl along a gypsy lorlune leller lo reveal lhe evenls lhal were lo accompany lhe nexl lenglhening ol lhe shadow on lhe sundial. One morning when lhe sun shone even brighler lhan il usually does, and our sundial casl ils shadow even deeper lhan il usually did, we heard lhe lill ol merry laughler and snappy cheers skipping on lhe morning misl. Looking up we saw lhe gay red and while banners ol our promised island. A marching band slepped up lo meel us, and lhe nalives look us lo lheir hearls.immedialely. We smiled al lheir quainl language and lell a lhrill ol gralilude and comradeship al lheir willingness lo help us. We dug up their lreasures and caplured lheir spiril, and lhen we slarled lor home. On lhe way we rode inlo slorms now and lhen, and somelimes lhinking our crall would break down, we had lo work harder lhan ever lo keep lhings going. Then we suddenly realized lhal our minules were vanishing like silver slars in a dawning sky: so, we hurried lo reach home belore lhe sundial's shadow fell on our zero hour and our golden vessel lurned inlo a bullerscolch sundae and our magic seahorses inlo lillle red devils lhal couldn'l swim. Bul you see, we did make il. and oh' whal a lhrill ol happiness lilled our hearls as we sailed inlo porl wilh our record, a record so precious lhal in all our lives lhe sundial will never meas- ure a sweeler or a sunnier episode. P10 I5