Port Jervis High School - Victor Yearbook (Port Jervis, NY)

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Foreword Since The dawn oT man There has been an unceasing Torce aT work in The world driving each successive generaTion To greaTer heighTs Than The one before iT. ln each new age. The dreams oT The pasT become The realiTies aT The presenT. In each period of hisTory, new leaders come To The Tore in every Tield, oTTen hiding The greaT men of The pasT in The Tlickering shadows oT Their new flaming brilliance. WhaT is This force? WhaT is This sTrange energy ThaT moves man onward, ThaT never sleeps, ThaT makes us whaT we are? To us iT seems ThaT iT is noT one single Torce, buT raTher Three Torces-separaTe, disTincT, yeT bound TogeTher by Their very exisTence -Three Torces conTinually susTained by Their own inTeracTion: The youTh woTches and learns, waiTing and dreaming aT The day when he mighT lead The charge. or Throw The 'Touchdown pass. or read The valedicTory address. WaiTing--impaTienTly-buT noT Tor long. And because he once waiTed. and because he knows ThaT iusT as he did oThers now yearn Tor The place he holds, wiTh all his sTrengTh, The general is bolder Than he had ever dared To be, The halfback is TasTer Than he has ever been, The speaker is more eloquenT Than he has ever dreamed. And Tempering This blade of sTrengTh, Tanned whiTe hoT by youThTul ambiTion. is The careful coolness oT he who has already ridden The whiTe charger, who has won The game, and who has Tolded up The speech of parTing. These Three-The waiTing youTh. The sTruggling leader. and The moderaTing guide OT wisdom-acTing and reacTing, changing and exchanging-creaTe and are The Torce ThaT moves mankind on The VenTure. S. C. Frederick EdiTor-in-chief

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Dedicafion Miss Pearle Carroll Whaf is fha? elusive spark fha? kindles an ember of warmfh and keeness of living in a woman? Few are ever blessed wifh if, and lucky are fhose who are privileged fo feel ifs kind rays. ln Miss Carroll such a spark has fallen, and we, fhe sfudenfs of Porf Jervis High School, are fhe recipienfs of her amazing giff. The giff is an in- fangible one, yef if is more real fhan anyfhing wrapped wifh a big red bow. lf is given in liffle un- assuming ways and, like mosf good fhings, if is nof announced by a frumpef fanfare. If flies from her fo us on The wings of a smile or, nof infrequenfly, if rides fhe sharp poinf of a casfigafing phrase, Buf however if comes. if makes ifself known. The wrinkles smoofh auf of our foreheads: fhe corners of our moufhs furn up: fhe shadows slip away from our eyes. and we see ourselves in a fruer lighf. For her numberless heroisms and kindnesses. for her example of sfrengfh, and--mosf of all-for her honesf appraisals of us, fhe senior class salufes fhe firsf lady of our main office, Miss Pearle Carroll. and fo her we grafefully dedicafe our book.