Poly Prep Country Day School - Polyglot Yearbook (Brooklyn, NY)

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, Q T0 THE MEN IN TH The jiery trial through which we pass will light as down, in honor or dishonor, to the latest gener- ation .... W e - even we here.- hold the power and bear the responsibility .... We shall nobly save or meanly lose the last, best hope of earth. LINCOLN l v 11 W, 2 HE class of 1943 proudly dedicates thisl are serving in the armed forces of our eoun, try. Some of our ovxn classmates have alreadygt year's POLYGLOT to those of Polyls sons whol 1 answered the call and have left our peacefullii halls for the rigors and hardships of the train- l ing centers or of the fighting fronts. To theml in particular do we devote this volume, Withl V , t x I x 1 A Keeping tryst with honor in a land f Where granite-rooted pine trees never grow, 1 Slim boys still see, bright above desert sand, The sparks of their remembered shore-fires blow W When new fires of peace shall light our coast again-W - SAWYER ' f ,w l l 4

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T7 X4 xx THE POLYGLOT Fon 1943 E PUBLISHED BY THE SENIUH GLASS UF THE PULYTECHNIC PREPARATURY CUIIHERY DAYHSCHUUL, BR00HlYN,E NEW YURH , vuLuME 44

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S thif s wht coun- ready lCCflf SERVICE 0F UR CUUNTRY the fond hope that in looking through its pages they may find in the articles and pictures of themselves and their friends a deeper and richer feeling for that Way of life for which Poly stands and which she has always striven the opportunity presents itself we too may perform our duty as heroically and unselfishly as Poly men of former years, some of whom have made the supreme sacrifice. M anus haec, inirnica tyrannis, train to teach her sons. Many of our class face in- then duction immediately upon graduation. We Ense petit placzdam sub ltbertate qutetem with therefore wish to express the hope that when ' ow gain ER There's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget theeg thou hast great alliesg Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind. WORDSWORTH To set the cause above renown To count the life of battle good And dear the land that gave you birth, And dearer yet the brotherhood That binds the brave of all the earth. NEWBOLT