Galileo High School - Telescope Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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IPage Twenty-twol The Charge ofthe Light Brigade fWith apologies to Tennysonj ALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward. All down the corridor Strode a fifth of a hundred. Forward the Light Brigade, Charge for that room! we said. Into the room of fate Strode a fifth of a hundred. Forward the Light Brigade! Was there a one dismay'd? Not tho' we all knew Someone would blunder, Ours was to make the reply Not for to reason why. Ours but to do or die. Into a room of fate Strode a fifth of a hundred. Civics to the right of us, Civics to the left of us. Civics in front of us. We shivered and shuddered. And as on laws we did dwell Bravely we spoke Knot wellj. Into that room of fate, lnto that room to wait, Had strode a fifth of a hundred. We One voice, and then another broke. The more brilliant land otherwisej reel and at their fate choke, we all had blundered. went in-and then-we spoke: Did For Then we strode out, but not- Not a fifth of a hundred. When can our glory fade? Oh, what wild stabs we made! Oh, how we blundered! Honor those stabs we made, Honor the Light Brigade, Noble fifth of a hundred. -HOWARD SCHULZ. '27

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