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“...SONGS and VERSE CENTENNIAL 1881 — 1981 CHEFOO...”
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“...Girls’ School 1896 — 1942 Co-Educational Building, Chefoo, China 1934 — 1942...”
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“...James Hudson Taylor, founder of the China Inland Mission, chose Chefoo, with its temperate climate and closeness to the sea, as an ideal site for a school for the children of missionaries. His hope, too, was that it might be a “training ground” for some future missionaries. Over 300 graduates of Chefoo have been “ministers” of the Gospel of Jesus Christ on every continent and in many nations, among them some of Hudson Taylor’s own descendants in each of the three successive generations. A great grandson, also named James Hudson Taylor, was appointed General Director of the Overseas Missionary Fellowhip (formerly the C.I.M.) in 1980. A well-known Chinese medical doctor in Singapore summed up his approval with these words — “An American citizen, with English roots and a Chinese mind.” From 1881 — 1895 the Schools were housed in temporary buildings in Chefoo and vicinity. Prep School 1900 — 1934 A new Prep School with similar architecture to the Co-Ed building was in use 1934 — 1942. 1...”
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“...CENTENNIAL HYMN FOR CHEFOO SCHOOL JUNE 1981 TUNE: St. George’s (Windsor) (Come ye thankful people, come) Thankful friends from far and near, Celebrate this joyful year, Chefoo, born on China’s shore, Grown through days of peace and war; Lessons learnt in class, at play, All have led us in His way, Hearts and voices let us raise, Our Jehovah-Jireh praise! Now in highlands valley cool Worldwide prayers surround our school, Fears and laughter, tears and joy, Love for every girl and boy. Crafts and skills and half-term fun, Inward battles fought and won, Guide and Guard through all our days, Our Jehovah-Jireh praise! Thus rejoicing, let us still Serve our Lord with mind and will, Having gained this hundredth year Strong in faith we’ll persevere. Staff and students from each age Share this glorious heritage — Though all else be sacrificed, We’ll REMEMBER JESUS CHRIST. Words and Descant: L.S.CONWAY 5...”
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“...7tL ,W {r J' b. ’■ THE FIELDS OF YESTERDAY I <■■ '■ i r ^fetz=± In eighteen hundred and eighty-one The Chefoo School was first begun, The finest school beneath the sun, Chefoo, Chefoo, for ever. School work, and tennis, and cricket, and tea, Boating and swimming in the sea, Football and hockey and sport for me, Chefoo, Chefoo, for ever. In eighteen hundred and eighty-two They started cricket in Chefoo, And beards and toppers improved the view, Chefoo, Chefoo, for ever. In eighteen hundred and eighty-three Football began with brutal glee, And ankles were broken, and shins and knee, Chefoo, Chefoo, for ever. In eighteen hundred and eighty-four They started to row by the Chefoo shore, And backs were tired, and hands were sore, Chefoo, Chefoo, for ever. In eighteen hundred and ninety-six They built the school of straw and bricks, And the scholars got up to monkey tricks Chefoo, Chefoo, for ever. 6...”
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“...jolly good fellows, and so say we, Chefoo, Chefoo, for ever. In nineteen hundred and thirty-four The sexes separate no more. Co-Ed’s the scheme for evermore, Chefoo, Chefoo, for ever. In nineteen hundred and thirty-five The pirates captured us alive, But British planes drove off the hive, Chefoo, Chefoo, for ever. In nineteen hundred and forty-two They swiped our school and compound too, To Temple Hill we then withdrew, Chefoo, Chefoo, for ever. In nineteen hundred and forty-three They made us shift and travel by sea; And we came to Weihsien C.A.C., Chefoo, Chefoo, for ever. In nineteen hundred and forty-five The camp at Weihsien came alive When the plane with Jimmy Moore arrived, Chefoo, Chefoo, for ever. In nineteen hundred and forty-eight To Ruling see us all migrate, Mountains and pines and streams in spate Chefoo, Chefoo, for ever. In nineteen hundred and fifty-one Now in the land of the Rising Sun, Nanae is where a school’s begun, Chefoo, Chefoo, for ever. In the nineteen hundred...”
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“...PARENT COMES TO CHEFOO Folk Tune L.C.T. 1.. i X-Z 'is r t r r r > r ;i r 2 « s 8...”
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“...PARENT COMES TO CHEFOO Parent comes to Chefoo, Brings his little chick, Wants to come and see who Will his darling lick. Lands he in a bluster Blowing from the Bluff. Parent in a fluster — Clothing not enough. Rickshaws claim the party, Take them to the San, Where a welcome hearty Warms the inner man, Then they ask direction; To the School they seek, And the parent humble Takes his infant meek. By and by they chatter To the school’s kind friends, And they hear a clatter Clatter which ne’er ends. How hard-hearted teachers Do not understand, Treat the dears like creatures, Feelingless and bland. One day passing quad-ward On their ears there fall Sounds that neither of them Understand at all. Is this not a Boys’ School? Yet an “uncle”, “aunt”, “Cat” and “doctor” meet them, Understand they can’t. London Zoo in Chefoo Surely this must be, Animals around them Everywhere they see. “Pussy”, “Leo”, “Dicky”, “Golliwog” and “Ape”, Then “Tar-baby”, “Chicken”, Make them fairly gape. (cont’d) 9...”
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“...junks drab and dreary fishing from the seas; Waterfall and Baby Tower — the flickering fancies flash: Winding paths and blue cornflower: Leander’s final dash: Until at last I lean far back and shut my eyes and see The men and women, boys and girls, who made the scenes for me Chefoo all met in Heaven’s Reunion for the Master’s last review. E.M.H.T. CHEFOO TO ME CHEFOO to me means sights, and sound, and smells; The guardian hills; the ever changing sea; It means long corridors; and ringing bells; And bread and peanut butter still for tea. It means to move in childhood’s wonderland; To skip from rock to rock at the low tide; To search for cats’ eyes in the clean warm sand; In fields of kaoliang to run and hide. Chefoo means youthful feelings, now long gone; Exhilaration from a game well played, A lesson learned, or exercise well done; And, when the last bell’s rung, the last prayer prayed, The secure feeling in a bed at night, With the mosquito netting tucked in tight. E.M.H.T. 11...”
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“...GREET WE THE SCHOOL Greet we the School in whose honour we sing, Whose fame is our trust and care! Grateful affection to thee would we bring, Proof by the deeds we dare. Storing our minds with the lore of the past, Secrets of Nature’s Art; Fresh conquests making, we strive to the last Nobly to play our part. Chorus: Under the glow of a lamp that is lit On the shores of an Eastern sea; Daughters and sons, in loyalty knit, Plight we our troth to thee. (For Chefoo) Stung by the icy blasts of the North, Or jaded with South-wind blow, Team against team to battle goes forth To conquer a friendly foe. Riding the billows, we rise and fall, Straining with rhythmic swing; Partners, we serve and return the ball, Swift as a stone from a sling. Chorus (For Ruling) Swiftly descending the slope in the snow, On sledge or toboggan we glide: Straining each sinew, our bodies aglow, Over the track we stride: Cooled in the depths of the mountain pool, We frolic exultantly: Climbing the heights that command...”
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“...Memorial Hall, Chefoo (In memory of Chefusians who died during World War 1) Many graduates of the Chefoo Schools in Business, the Medical, Teaching, Civil Service, and other professions have become well known in their own countries. Perhaps the most distinguished was Thornton Wilder, author of “The Bridge of San Luis Rey”, “Our Town”, “Theophilus North” etc. He was a faithful, contributing member of the Chefoo Schools Association! The “poems”, only of interest to Chefusians, were culled from previous issues of the Chefoo magazine. Special thanks are due to Eileen Bazire, Helen Hulse Fox, Gordon Martin and Saima Crofts Takken for their help in art work and music. Centennial Committee With the Chefoo Schools interned by the Japanese during World War 11, an “emergency” Prep School was started in “Free” China at Kiating, Szechwan, and later moved to Kalimpong, N. India. After the war, the Chefoo Schools had temporary accomodation at the H.Q. of the C.I.M. in Shanghai before moving to Ruling...”
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“...auspicio positas secundo. robur lacertis unda natantium, ludi pilarum et remigium maris montesque lustranti et serenum suppeditant Boreaeque flatus. hie mentibus lux orta petentibus quam Roma praebet quamque recentior aetas, per obscurum viarum ne faciamus iter trementes. sed clarioris fons sapientiae, fons unde maius ducere fidimus et robur et mentis salutem, Omnipotentis alacre Verbum. (If you wish the English translation, please write the editor) Not a Dolphin but a whale washed up on the beach, Chefoo, China. 19...”
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“...I CHEFOO IN EXILE Old Irish Melody T-01H f I H I I- to a B k ^WWvrfrti t iBOB I 20...”
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“...CHEFOO IN EXILE (These lines were written for the Old Chefusians’ Party held in the Internment Camp at Weihsien on the 4th May, 1945. They were sung by Mr. Houghton to the tune of “The Meeting of the Waters . In writing them I had in mind many Reunions of Chefusians far from Chefoo, and I hoped that these verses might someday be sung again. If so, I should like them to be a reminder of that eminent Old Chefusian, John Hayes, to whom so largely the C.S.A. in Weihsien owed its unity and its gaiety). On that far-away shore long ago left behind, How hot was the sand and how keen was the wind, Where the hills lift their brown rugged line o’er the Bay And the junks past the Lighthouse and Bluff glide away. The old way of life we’ve abandoned for good, With the servants in dozens to answer our nod, Pirate Bill and Zerubbabel counting the loaves, And our old Kansampandi to manage the stoves. What’s become of Leander and Hero to-day, And the Guide Room emblazoned with heraldry gay? Who to-day use...”
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“...verses have been added. EXPERIENCE WORKETH HOPE Praise God for these years! How much worship we owe Him Who answered our faith and dispelled lying fears. Chefoo and Ruling both taught us to know Him. Thank God for these seventy years. Chorus: In sunshine and shadow, by sea or on mountains, The tale of the past speaks a message that cheers. Secure we draw courage and hope from deep fountains: Thank God for these seventy years. In games strong and eager, to studies we’re bringing Traditions of industry patient and keen, Rejoicing in books and in music and singing, Delight in things heard and things seen. Enriched by the lore of the lands that we hail from, And learning from China’s old wisdom and art, We gain the wide view, see the ills our lands ail from, And learn with the team to take part. Now thirty years later the thread is unbroken; Chefoo is a name still loved and alive; God guides us and gives us each day a new token That His work still continues to thrive. And from the old stock new...”
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“...Foundation Day, Chefoo, China 28...”
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“...Foundation Day, Chefoo, China 29...”
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“...HERE IS CHEFOO Far from our homes in wild Yunan, In Szechuan or in Hu, From brigand-fested old Honan, And far off Kansuh, too, Across the wide plain of Sian We flock into Chefoo! We travel all the ways we can Except perhaps canoe. Raft, litter, cart, or luggage van, Most anything will do. Train, motor, steamer and sampan All help to reach Chefoo. Our lives here, quite a lengthy span, Are limited in view. To us its more important than London and New York too! Really, we don’t see how you can Be asking, “Where’s Chefoo?” Though small upon the map, you scan The spot that marks Chefoo, Within the heart of many a man And many a woman too, It’s larger in proportion than A Continent or two. And when we reach life’s rubican And take a backward view, There’ll be few memories that can Outshine those of Chefoo! A Chefoo Resident Kansampandi Lao Shui (Girls’ School Lamplighter and general factotum.) 30...”
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“...JUNE, 1945 IN WEIHSIEN. Before the world had heard of you, Or even dreamed of me, Before a School adorned Chefoo Beside our Eastern sea; When Britons ran round painted blue Two hundred years B.C. A mighty monarch ruled this land And crushed his foes with iron hand And stretched his bounds to Ocean’s strand And Chin Shih Hwang was he. When he’d subdued his foemen’s rage, (As you may read in History’s page) With warlike blows and tough, He cried, “It is my fixed intent To plant a worthy monument. Where shall it stand?” His brows he bent And out his flashing glances went And sighted Chefoo Bluff. “Now that’s the place,” the monarch cried, And bore upon his shoulders wide The monumental stone. The Bluff he climbed with sighs and sweat And on the Eastern peak he set The basalt slab alone. Then sitting he admired the view, (As I have often done with you), Southward the Bay and old Chefoo, And to the North the endless blue Of the surrounding sea. Then Chin Shih Hwang in accents loud Summoned his...”
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“...Is there any Lord supreme Over the fish in Ocean’s stream? If any knows, reply”. Up stepped a necromancer weird, Stumbling o’er his trailing beard, And answered, ‘‘That can I. Yang Chu is master of the deep, So ugly he that all men weep Who look upon his face. By magic arts I’ll make a way For you to go from Chefoo Bay Right down to Yang Chu’s place. But oh, beware! Let none attempt To draw his face, his hair unkempt. His most astounding features”. “Let be”, said Chin Shih Hwang, “I’ll go And visit this old King below; Your magic road prepare”. The necromancer gave a laugh And slowly waved his magic staff, And lo! below them there From Chefoo Bluff towards the East A shining rock-built road increased And stretched for mile on mile Across the sea and far below Where Yang Chu’s palace portals glow Adorned in mermaid style. So Chin Shih Hwang with mighty band Of courtiers leaves the well-known land And meets the Ocean’s King. Their mutual courtesies they show, And all is harmony, when lo!...”