Jacksonville High School - Crimson J Yearbook (Jacksonville, IL)

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INVOCATION Out to the horizon stretches the sea. Fathomless, limitless, cerulean, still, But for the waves, swelling in majesty, Sinking or saving the ships at their will. The good ship stood—ready to go; Her halyards trimmed—her line cut low; Her deck swept clean—her sails outspread. The maiden straining at her head. Up went the anchor—out the ship. Unknowing of the future trip. But led by that unseen desire To conquer, surpass, climb still higher. From the first the sailing was smooth. And the southerly winds that soothe The restless spirit calmed the waves And mocked the unknown sailors’ graves. But lo! there appeared from nowhere The swirling, boiling monsters’ lair— The rocks! the shoals! hidden from sight By waters gray with sickly light. No path through here there seemed to be That could be followed in safety. Some roads, ’tis true, were lined in ease, But led for later rock to seize. Bleached wrecks with skeleton hands Warned back the ship to other lands, But still the unknown called the way: Forward she went into the fray. Scarce did she start when from the blue A mighty eagle flew in view And brought her through the giant shoal Safe unscathed and entirely whole. The good ship Life had passed on through The shoals of Youth; the eagle true, Leader in that transmigration, Was prescient education. —David C. McClelland ’33

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The Crimson J VOLUME XXIII NEWTON BATEMAN HIGH SCHOOL Jacksonville, Illinois Pubishcd by THE SENIOR CLASS of 1933

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DEDICATION To Miss Helen Kamm, in whom the class of ’33 has found a sincere friend and willing helper, we dedicate this annual.