Harley School - Comet Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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We, the Glass of 1949, . . . . would like to say Thank you. For making us work and making us hinkg for making us do our best mentally ,nd athleticallyg for making us laugh, and aughing with us, for being such a fine coach, dvisor, and friend, for being the spark of our :artiesg for being Boomer and Lanny, but nost of all for being just yourself and a person ve're proud to know, we say Thanks! and vith our gratitude, sincere appreciation, and ondest affection, we dedicate this, our Comet, to you. MR. MCDOWELL Englzkb, Coach

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MR. UTTER Director Dear Class of 1949 Joyce Kilmer once wrote a poem called Trees, It was very beautiful but rather too bad Because so many people read it, and liked it, and talked about it That some people are now self-conscious And just won't talk about their love of trees. John Dewey and other great educators have written about children They wrote good books. The world has benefited. But yet it's sometimes too bad that so many people read them Because then they think they really know children. And so they talk too much about them. They don't love them the more - for all their talk. So let's you and I tell our love for trees. About fifteen years ago and by coincidence, That's when you would have entered nursery school, Our beloved Harley became interested in planting trees. We started a nursery out in a vacant field, Thinking the trees would grow and prosper And we could transplant them when they were larger. The sun would shine and the rain would fall, And the trees would grow big and strongg Somewhat like the Montessori system, you see. It was really a good idea, and sometimes it works well. Unfortunately we had a grass lite. 4