Tuley High School - Log Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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Luz acuffy President Iames G Thus, we might add: arfield well defined the worth of the teacher when he said: Give me a loq hut, with only a Simple bench, Mark Hopkins tthe teacherl on one end, and I tthe studentl on the other, and you may have all the buildings, apparatus and libraries Without him. A school is not merely bricks and mortar, it is funda- mentally a proper relationship between a student and teacher.

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? Q ' H SQ t ,ll I l T l G? Q5 54, W Z-If ll X I C 'J t tb. 1 G ill X f f Y: A K e- 1 Q R Cyan Lifoz QPR It's over now . . . Our worries and fears Have vanished with the passing years. l' l' Q These passing years, a four car train, Now glide in review before our brain. , The first year rumbled with cumbrous tread, I But the following ones more swiftly sped x Until the clicking along the shining rails P V To the heights of our High School learning trails, '-7 The fourth year straightway carried us. T XX i 1 i The halls were large, the faces strange, ' When first we entered Tuley's range. .. It was with quaking knees and nervous grin ' ij: That our first year saw us ushered in, For we thought that, like an ocean wave Banishes all power to save, A That our homework over us would surge, ' That we would never with success emerge. But such was not the case as we 3 , 1141 Traversed upon our High School sea. .5 I Y fx However, it wasn't all peaches and cream ' For we, like a pilot, got off our beam And sometimes got lost in a bookish daze, In questions, and tests, and a problem's haze. In some of our rooms the minutes seemed A lengthy age . . . eternityp The hands of the clock, To the tick and the tock, Crept on with slow and sluggish tread. I f Yet in others the time sped by, The hour like a minute, the minute like a sigh. Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine And thrice again to make up nine, It was in the third year that we heard that line From William Shakespeare's immortal rhyme. But the third year came and quickly went With the speed of a bullet to its target sent: And we, with anticipation free, Launched forward to our senior spree. gn, i' i i Q l E We had withstood, the wreckful siege of battering days, M ' And graduation drawing nigh X ' Pound our spirits very high, I ' But intermingled with them was X f A saddened and regretful sigh. f - - 'I' it 1, It's over now . . . Our worries and fears ' 5 Have vanished with the passing years. ---' i Q Q From these familiar rooms and corridors, Into a world uncertain, We, with staunch and sturdy step, Unhesitantly go. f Good-bye classmates, H1 Here's to luck . . . and Success for all of us I Upon the foamy, surging crest Of life's high rising tide. ,J -Bertrande Bradshaw. l W lm- t 8 L4 X .

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