University School for Girls - Castanon Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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, :T .. 1 -Q Zin Memoriam She Was a friend to youth-always just and helpful and understanding. And youth will remember her. Hers was not a Way of loud command, but rather something far deeper and more compelling-something that will linger on, never feeling the touch of death. 4

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fn 1 EDITORIAL There is a breathless hush of early morning. A ball of fire appears in a cloudless winter sky. Far in the distance dark mountains form a dark and jagged silhouette. There is a sudden roar of a motor. The wind blows hard and wildly. Cutting into it soars a slim yellow plane. Higher and higher it glides-fast as eye can glance. Always climbing, facing the gale, it flies straight toward the highest mountain peak- into the steel blue sky with the blazing sun-and endless space. This is modern youth. A youth whose dreams are lofty and whose courage and control make them come true. A youth that hates hypocrisy and affected sentiment-and dares to be sincere, to face the truth. A youth whose minds and bodies are accustomed to quick thinking and fast moving-as found essential in this mechanical age. And yet, a youth that is alive to real beauty and true feeling and all the fine zest of living. Life is self-expression, and each generation must express itself in its own way. Therefore, is it not splendid and altogether proper that the youth of today should point toward the sky? Our great grand- fathers chose a horse and buggy-their sons a horseless carriage--our fathers an automobile-'and ourselves the airplane. This it is that symbolizes modern youth. lk HF SF Sk wk VVe, the seniors, are now soon ready to fly. The twelve grades through which we have labored are ground school. We only await a diploma which gives us the right to our first solo flight. Our dreams and hopes and ambitions seem as a sun in the sky of life. Before we can reach it there are dark and jagged mountains. But we are young-and youth can what it dares! Ik ik ak Sk bk The wind blows hard and wildly. Cutting into it soars a slim yellow plane. Higher and higher it glides-fast as eye can glance. Always climbing, facing the gale, it flies straight toward the highest mountain peak-into the steel blue sky with the blazing sun-and endless space. ,,:::: 6