Harley School - Comet Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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x . Lawrence W. Utter Director Do you remember that first time you got angry at me? Or did I get angry at you? Wasu't it awful? We weren't ever going to like each other again. Then you smiled, or I did And we both did, And everything seemed all right again. What was it we were mad about? Do you remember a. beautiful story we listened to, together? You know, the one that makes you feel sort of weepy. We avoided looking at each other And surreptitiously wiped our eyes. And then we suddenly looked at each other And smiled through our tears, And we were glad we both saw the beauty, And didn't mind that we saw each other's tears. Dear Seniors, I suppose you and I are growing old. At least I've noticed a tendency to reminisce. But, after all, our a e should give us some privilege. Let's go algead. It's fun to remember the good old days. Do you remember that lirst day in school? Did you have butterflies? I did. I was afraid you wereu't going to like me. And so I hung back a bit and waited for y Then you smiled and I smiled, Or, maybe I smiled and you smiled. And our smiles got kind of intermingled And we have been smiling together ever since. Do you remember our little, private joke? We shared it fully. I don't remember that we ever talked about it But then, it was there between us. After that, in the most unusual places, Our glances would meet, And you smiled and I did. Wasn't it fun to share it with no one else? Do you remember that dreadful day When we were both sure life was not worth living And we might better give up And just walk out and amount to nothing? Then-one of us sheepishly grinned, And we smiled together, And threw our shoulders back And went out to lick the world. ou to smile

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l l Mrs. Inez Utter Mrs. Utter, in appreciation for the many hours you have given Harley to make it a more attractive place, for the kindness and respect you show us in your own quiet and sweet manner, for your enthusiasm for all that is Harley, and for your wonderful smile which always greets us, it is with pleasure that we dedicate to you our yearbook.

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Do you remember that day you were hurt, Do you remember the day I blamed you So terribly hurt that you still carry scars, For something you weren't responsible for? And the pain was so over-whelming You knew I wasn't wise, or just, or perhaps even human That it seemed impossible to bear? And someday when you got big you would get even. But you gritted your teeth and smiled 'And then you remembered I was human after all, Just so I wouldu't feel badly, And your frown disappeared and my grouch disappeared And I fumbled with a cigarette and smiled And we both smiled So that you wouldn't know I knew. And all WHS fight again- Will you remember there is a part of Harley Which is here because you were here? lt will be lighted up whenever you think about us If sometime you come hack to recharge it with yo smile nu' With love, u Lawre nce W. Utter Clifton M. Whiting A ss is tant Dire ctor Words of philosophy are only pale shad- - ows of the life which expresses them. If this be true, and l'm sure that it is, it is your life at llarley which must stand as your monument rather than the sym- bols which fill your yearbook. There should be both satisfaction and discontent that this is true - - satis- faction that you may know the thrill of a job well-done, and discontent that may prove your goals to be still higher than that already achieved. N 5 h