Tuley High School - Log Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

Page 8 text:

Page F our JOHN J. JACOBSON Dedication To ujakey With meager words that can scarcely sound our feelings' depth, we hereby dedicate this book to our beloved captain, Mr. Jacobson, who helped man the ship since it iirst was launched. To our captain whom Pate never did surprise nor hardship dismay - our captain whose dominant spirit Time's ravage could not stay, we his crew of admiring apprentices bid a solemn farewell. It was he ..... Who threw the life line of solution to the students struggling in the sea of predicament. Who rolled up the pressed sleeve of honor and with brawny arms held the jib boom in place despite the gusts of unruly adversity. Who transmitted his fiery spirit and solid determination to us, the crew, and since his services to us are beyond all expression of gratitude, rather should we dedicate and consecrate our lives to the principles and ideals with which he imbued us, and to the symbolic achievement of honest purpose he embodied ..... By contagion of this we may Catch at a spark from his eternal ire And learn that we are better than our clay And equal to the peaks of our desire.

Page 7 text:

Launching The school, our model ship, Which to the larger plan, Should be as Child to the Man: Its counterpart in miniature. Forth into the deepening sea of Life, Into its varying moods of calm and strife, Are We to launch, fully apprenticed. We have learned to know .... The chance and change of a sailor's life Want and plenty. rest and strife. His roving thought and fancy like the wind, That nothing can stay and nothing can bind. Weknowtoo . . . . . The stress of the adverse blast Pressing down upon sail and mast: The shock and the plunge Of the foaming wave's lunge. But we have learned ...... To hold our shoulders stiff to the helm And the seas roaring wrath to o'erwhelm. For Wind alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast, The breath of courage must brave the gale Or all the toil is lost. Though the rigging shriek in tempest's terrib Or the naked spars be snapped away Lashed to the helm we'll drive our ship, In the teeth of the Whelming spray. Though the surges leap o'er the deck, And the rising tide in fury raves, Take courage brothers . . . Take courage, With God above as our guiding chart, Whether we take to harbor or fiercer waves Be it still with a cheerful heart. With thoughts as boundless And souls as free As the glad waters of the dark blue sea We shall as far as the breezes bear And the billows foam, Survey our empire and behold our home. le grip Page Three

Page 9 text:

MISS HAZEL L. STILLMAN PRINCIPAL Acknowledgment Upon our departure, we wish to put this, - our thought, in words: that we may to you, Admiral Stillman, convey our sincere apprecia- tion of your thoughtful and considerate guid- ance, of your unceasing efforts to calm the rough of the storm, and of your forceful spirit in driv- ing the prow of Tuley's administration through a swelling sea of difliculty. The Log Staff Page F ive