Queen Anne High School - Grizzly Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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HIS is not a dedication-it is the portrait of a MAN. Glowing adjectives and fiery phrases alike fall miserably short of their purpose in picturing this person, one whose entire life has been forged from childhood in the raging furnace of true manhood. His span of years has been as steeleand this has been his code. The steel must be cast with care, and yet not gently, ere the finished ingot be tough and true. The molding and shaping are done with the hammer and anvil of worldly knowledge. The bitter blows of life, its tears and its disil- lusionment can be weathered without scar, if the molten metal of the man be of unswerving determination. And man's mind too must be temperedenot with undue haste, nor with faltering step. lf time is lost, the youth must harden and be cast before life's centuries of knowledge can be poured into his mind's yawning mold. Albert Francis Bassford was born in Birmingham, England, not far from the sweat and swelter of that city's blast furnaces. ls it not possible that his life has been fashioned after the pattern of steel-tough and true as the best Birmingham could offer? lf such a comparison be made it will be found deficient in one respect. Steel has not the power to shape other bits of unfinished ore. Once cast it has not further use but to serve its solitary purpose. Here the life of Albert Bassford surpasses the cold steel. His has been the job of casting the undeveloped minds of twenty-seven years of Queen Anne students. This is where nerveless metal falls short. Under his hand, the steel of a quarter century's eight thousand Queen Anne students has been tempered and taken the blows of life's anvil. lf the course of their life has carried true as unswerving steel, they may offer silent thanks to the one, who, from the raw iron, forged that steel. Steel has found a superior, Albert Frances Bassford-the teacher, the friend, the MAN. fbedzcaizw

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L U T H E R r i ll C ONE OF THE pleasant experiences of the war is to meet the many service men that come back to visit The Old School during their brief furloughs. A few of these men will never be the same, but most of them are bronzed by the rigors of military training and combat, trim, erect figures looking fine and fit for any emergency. Could you read the thought in their minds as they return to the old school you would find it in complete agreement with this unusual book of pictures as it undertakes to mirror the joyousness of school daysegolden student days for them gone by. From another group of service men we receive many letters. These men are trying through the Armed Institute to make up courses they need to graduate. In some instances, it is no fault of their own that they did not graduate, but plenty of the letters stress the fact that school was an opportunity they did not make too much of. But now they know what it is all about. The letters of these men do not deny the joyousness of halcyon high school days, but they also stress there is a job to be done. Sincerely, O, L. LUTHER.