Suffield High School - Sagitta / Kaleidoscope Yearbook (Suffield, CT)

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This is... Breathes there a man with soul so dead, who never to himself had said, ' This is my own, my native land ' ? 4

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II. S. 1. Snlfield, Conecticut, Excelsior! graceful lines of the laptisf Church, its gilded dome crowned y heaven—an epitome of lofty ideals, owering hopes. Knowledge is power . . . and this is where we quench our thirst . . . The Kent Memorial Library on the green. This is our town—Suffield is our heritage. Heat waves shimmering over fields of green tobacco; red and yellow leaves burning in every lane; snow lending an ermine cape to our majestic mountain; delicate green buds showering tree lined streets after Spring ' s first kiss—these things we will remember, for they are part of us. Suffield is a quiet town. On either side of Main Street white colonial houses are set back on rolling lawns, while in the outlying districts the predominant dwelling is the big old-fashioned farm house. Our churches are characterized by the simple charm of their Early American design. But Suffield is young and modern in its thinking, for the ideals and concepts on which it was founded are as alive today as they were in 1680. And we are Suffield ' s children—the ideals are ours to uphold!