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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