South High School - Tiger Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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Foreword N my reading the other evening, I ra11 across this bit of loyalty to our native tongue: '6The English language has combinations of sound grander tha11 ever rolled through the mind of Milton, more awful than the mad gasps of Learg sweeter than the sighs of Des- demonag more stirring than the speech of Antonyg sadder than the plaints of Hamlet. There is hope that out of the holocaust of the great war there may emerge some genius possessing the pos- sibilities of the language who, in fitting tribute, will glorify the memory of the loved and lost across the seas. A monument of remembrance is theirs, more precious than earthly possessions, more enduring than towering shafts or memorials. Why the awful toll? Every step of progress, every great truth relating to society and government, has been achieved through sacrifice. Conquering the world with a great spiritual conception brought to the Prince of men a crown of thorns and death on the cross. The greatest prince, the greatest peacemaker of our time, was the youth who went forth to kill warg to establish and to maintain the triumphant determina- lion that we have now and forever an honest world . JOSEPH JORCENS. 99 3

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