Harley School - Comet Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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June 13, 1952 Dear Seniors: Take up the hammer you have forgedl Withstand temptation to deplore its size and shapeg And with it, and the nails that you have found And all the salvage which has come aground, Build for yourself and for your fellow-men A place wherein you all can dwell in peace. Keep purpose firm and vision clear. Design the best you can from that you see and know, But keep your hammer ever swinging free For only fed by effort can inspiration grow. Pray hard for divine guidance for your arm, But only you can really strike the blow. Lawrence W. Utter Director Build straight and true whenever sight allows, And give your structure every strength you can, But as your judgment clears, allow for change, For patch on patch does well become evolving man, And contemplation nurtured not on time and toil Will never bring the best or final plan. Play not at being God, nor dwell in ivory tower. Give every age and attribute its due. A thousand, thousand men must share your task And countless others lend support before you're through. But know full well you must and will and can Do all those things which best are done by you. Take up the hammer you have forged! Withstand temptation to deplore its size and shapeg And with it and the nails that you have found, And all the salvage which has come aground, Build for yourself and for your fellow-men A place wherein you all can dwell in peace. With love, Larry Utter 4

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Bali' i Mrs. Harry Windholz Madame, For your understanding of peopleg for your unending willing- ness to help throughout each yearg for your attention to each in- dividual and your wise counsel which always seems to make everything rightg for your capacity to give, and ask nothing in returng for the many experiences we have shared with each otherg and for your constant endeavor to uphold the traditions that make Harley what it isg for all these things and the many more that we cannot express, we dedicate to you our 1952 Comet.

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U18 Clifton M. Whiting Assistant Director Dear Smiors: I write this to you on mid-year day of our school year 1951-'52. Always when that day comes, I suddenly realize that another year of our Harley life is almost over. Somdxow, the time from February to June is much shorter than the time from September to February. But this thought didn't get really fright- ening until I suddenly realized something else.-That if I'm privileged to be at Harley until the usual age of retirement, this is not only the mid-day of a Harley year, it is also the mid-year of my Harley life! -And I'm afraid that the remaining years will pass with the same comparative speed as do the last half of the days of a school year. I hope they don't, because I want lots of time to enjoy my memories of you, and the pleasure of knowing your children. But whether my Harley Commencement comes in 1971, or before, Harley has given to my life's work. And from it, I think these are the things I'll best remenber: You, you who came before, and you who will followg The sound of play coming through the o en windows in springg The quiet times, when just you and I talked togetherg The smell of apple blossoms from the long-gone orchardg The wisdom, guidance, and leadership of our directorsg The old bust Caudlelightg And Commencementg An embryo biologist, thrilled with finding the suprapharyngeal ganglion of Lumlxicus Terristrisg Walks we've had in the woods-some when the sun was shining-some when hundreds of fungi were bursting with the life given to them from days of raing Our trees growingg The drafty tunnel, and the science room up under the eavesg New Seventh Graders, wondering what the future holdsg New Eighth Graders, not caring what the future holds: New Ninth Graders, kinetic, confused, yet caringg New Tenth Graders, starting all over againg New Eleventh Graders, findin some snswersg New Seniors, having most adult virtues and vices, Graduating Seniors, wondering what the future holds.