Sarah Dix Hamlin School - Epilogue Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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blueness is so deep and rich as to exceed imagination, The autumn blue of distant hills never looked as beautiful as this. It is impossible to describe. However hard I try, I find it impossible to close my mind completely to the memories of this blue, which leads all the other mental pictures. The strength of the black rocks, covered with brown and yellow seaweed, the lush softness ofthe foamy white sand, the amazement and enjoyment one derives from the miscellaneous multitudes of black and yellow striped balloon Fish, and the unnamed hordes of blue, orange, green hyacinth and ruby coloured fish, the extensive, graceful, unreal beauty of that mystic marine city-all are worth remembering, but the crowning glory of this fantastical scene is the blue of underwater distance. lt is a blue too beautiful ever to be in a Painter's box, a blue whose intangibleness gives it a magical qualityg a blue which, though lost among the ordinary things of life in the front of my brain, flashes often upon the inward eye which is the bliss of solitude. -Ellain Russell, '45 I have no petty mortal foe When I do hattle with the Wimi--- The wintl of infinite power and unyielditegforee. I have walked uphill with the wind in my face Anil hard against my hotly. There is a joy tj romhat in my heart When I strive against my titanie opponent. Bath step is a struggle g I wrestle with an invisihlejighter Whose jortless strength is overwhelming. In this I have great pride: To have felt 119' deepest and strongest hreath Frail against his omnipotent hreathg To have felt the tensed limhs that push with all 1191 strength, Weak against the solirlity ij his insurmountable strengthg To have felt my courage equal in the Wind. -Ioan Qiigley. ,44

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D, nacle ofa submerged rock, It is wise, therefore, to look first and step after- wards, for the excitement and glamour of the underwater are gone for no small space of time if one happens to step on the habitat ofa sea urchin who is at home for the day. Suddenly a current swirls around me and creates a miniature sandstorm on the ocean bottom, which, for the moment, blurs my turquoise-tinted view. As it clears ofll a red and purple fish streaks past my eyes with a school of little nondescripts following at his heels. They flash into the distance, in the direction ofa large ptomontory of rock, which extends out from the shore, obscuring my view ofthe other side of the bay. Curious to see where the fish had gone, I ascend to the surface and swim around the peninsula of rock, which stretches for some distance out of the water, Taking a deep breath, I submerge, with numerous ungrateful splashes, to acquaint myself with another entirely new and different world. A superb undersea extravaganza bursts upon me with all its beauty and splendor. I feel suddenly like Gareth when he first set eyes upon Camelot, the mystic city of Arthur. Before me lies what would seem to be the capital city ofa magnificent underwater realm. It is designed in the romantic fashion of the fourteenth Century, for it has an abundance of tall towers, majestic cathedrals, topped with graceful Pinnacles which are the quintessence of Gothic architectural Perfection, tremendous pits like the bottomless dun- geons of old, and slender suspension bridges slung over wide crevasses. The colours Presented in this scene of fantasy rival I-lollywood's most gorgeous technicolor exhibits. Towers of bright orange and delicate purple, medieval castles in lime and salmon, with turrets and clrawbridges in bright yellow and Palest pink, claim the prizes for colour Perfection. To think that Nature, who has been so lavish in her gifts of beauty on the earth's surface, should have been so extravagant and original in her treatment ofthe undersea world, which few men ever see! The city is of coral, the queen of undersea rocks. Its beauty is magical, enchanting. One wishes to bring it up to the surface and put it on show for all the world to see, but, alas, this could never be done, for coral, like Hilton's enchanted woman of Lost Horizon, holds its beauty only in its natural home. When it is brought to the surface, it loses all its colour and becomes an ugly, dirty white. Surrounding the city is water, but it doesn't seem like water, because its gm..- -, .- ......,.....- ,,-....f..:-,t........., A- , ..,, - ,.., .4.. .,..........u..,m WJL... ..-,.

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