Valley Forge Military Academy - Crossed Sabres Yearbook (Wayne, PA)

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j!ze gcbforh ngnfroclucfion '7!w 1956 Gaaued Salam VALLEY FORGE MILITARY ACADEMY WAYNE, PENNSYLVANIA MAjon josEPH j. ESREY, JR. Aflialed with Faculty Adwm' National Scholastic Press Association JOHN FULLERTON RICHARDS Columbia Scholastic Press Association Editor-in-Chief Quill and Scroll Society June, 1956 SUBJECT: Horizons-Present and Future. TO: The members of the graduating classes. FROM: The Editor-in-Chief. I stand unique in my privilege to address you at this time in print-and through a medium which will be one of the most precious mementos of your Cadet days-as my final editorial assignment. Because of this, I am doubly determined that my message be worthy of what we all feel for Valley Forge. We are standing on the brink of a new horizon. True, there have been other marked moments in our careers to date, but coming to the end of our Cadet days, no longer to don the Cadet gray, but to assume the mantle of maturity, and face toward our future as citizens in a wider world. How very fortunate, however, has been our particular experience! We are setting forth clad in the solid armor of our Valley Forge training, strengthened by the knowledge, both practical and theoretical, which has been ours for the taking, imbued with the ubiquitous campus traditions, always to be a part of our heartsg inspired by the splendid examples of our predecessors, and dedicated to the ideals instilled in us by all who have contributed so effectively to our welfare, training, and achievements, and who en- couraged us so unfailingly if we faltered. We could not carry liner equipment, but we must be certain our life itinerary includes every facet of our potential accomplishment. Inevitably, at each future horizon, we will look back on a phantasmagoria of Academy life. There we will see the ever-growing ranks, hear hallucinated fanfaresg feel as if a tangible thing, an overwhelming pride in the significance of our Alma Mater, inhale instinctively the flower fragrance of the campus in springtime, and taste the brine of an involuntary tear. Every sense will be alerted to a nostalgia for what we are now relinquishing. A magic lamp like that of Aladdin, great strength like that of Atlas, winged heels like those of Mercury, and power like that of Zeus, belong to legend, not to reality. It may be that but a few mem- bers of this Graduating Class will achieve acclaimed greatness, or acquire the Midas touch, or leave an indelible footprint in the sands of time. We all will be distinguished, nonetheless, by having shared in the saga of our own Valley Forge. May God walk with you toward the future and may He bless your every effort as you approach the ever-beckoning, ever fascinating, ever challenging, and ever-elusive horizons of life. 351, V WQLSA1-.QA

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