Harley School - Comet Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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Dear Seniors: I now feel, even more than ever before, that words are poor instruments of ex- pression. When people are in love, -they don't need words to express that feeling. There are a hundred other ways to show it-a glance, an intonation, va thoughtful deed, a personal sacrifice. Clifton M. Whiting The deepest feelings are those most Assistant Director . ' U difficult to put into words. Yet you ask me to do just that. I'm not surprised, for you have always asked much of me-and I have loved it. To say that l love you could be subject to misinterpretation. Yet I dare hope that the expressions of that feeling may be apparent to you. To put into words which will appear in your yearbook, my feelings about you, or Harley School, or those who have gone before or will come after-is a challenge beyond my power to accept. So I must ask that instead of- these words, you remember moments which have come and gone-but still lie deep in our memories and feelings, and which will be with us long after more definite and specific things are lost in the demands of every day, grown-up living. Sincerely, CLIF F WI-IITING

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