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Seal design by Jesse R. Moye 1939

The Service League seal was designed by charter member, Miss Jesse R. Moye, and presented at the first meeting of the League in October 1939.  The following is her speech during that meeting:

Madam President and Members of the Service League:

Last May toward the end of our first Service League year, our President offered to me the privilege of designing a seal for various uses of the Service League.  I greatly appreciated her confidence in my ability, yet I felt a keen sense of responsibility in such an undertaking and I am gratified to know that her committee has accepted this design as appreciate and finished in detail.

It is well for an organization of growing worth and importance to have a seal, a symbol of its character, that wherever that seal is in evidence some recognition of the ideals of the organization which it represents may come to mind.

This seal has a torch lifted high, its rays of light radiating into all points of a compass.   A torch of service to guide our feet.  A compass, in its form the likeness of a star, a star of hope, a star of faith, to guide our direction.  For the work of the Service League is broad in scope, and our interests lead into many directions.

We are all familiar with John MacRae’s beautiful poem, “In Flander’s Field’s”.   We remember that in the third verse he wrote–“From failing hands we throw the torch; be it yours to hold high.  If ye break faith with us who die, we shall not sleep, though poppies grow in Flander’s Fields.”  Take up the torch!  Carry on!

In many ways, in times of ancient and modern, fire or light has been regarded as symbolic of life, of love, of divinity.

This hand is the hand of woman.  I may say that the most beloved woman today holds in her hand the torch of liberty.  How glorious she must seem to our frightened countrymen hurrying home from the war torn atmosphere of Europe!  How revered, by those on our shores who for the first time in their lives, know the peace of freedom and justice rendered!

In France, the bier of the unknown solider is marked with brazier holding an eternal flame, a torch of memory.  Our torch of memory burns with a bright flame of love for one whose beautiful life was lived in unselfish love and sacrifice for others.  One whose magnificence of soul was reflected on all of us who were so fortunate as to know him.  This great depth of sympathy, his understanding and tolerance of human frailty, his keen sense of humor, his diversity of cultural interests and talents, his active interest in all that affected the life his community, his state and of his country were the endearing qualities of an extraordinary personality, of perfect balance and charm.

Such love of life and of those about him shown in his eyes, an glowed in his speech, that on every life he touched, the response was a chord of sweet music.

In comparison to this great man’s life, our hospital work, our little bed for charity, our torch of memory, is as a candle burning in a window on a dark night, for the consolation of a wayfarers who has found his burdens too heavy to carry one.

But within our hearts, as a comparison of our deep devotion to the memory of dear “Dr. Charlie”, our torch of memory burns with the brilliance of a sun that never sets.

May God bless all and may He help us ever to hold high this torch of service.  May we carry it proudly as our tribute of love for our fellow man, as our tribute of faith in an Almighty God in who’s name we serve.

“Let your light so shine before man that they may see your good works and glorify your Father which is in Heaven” —

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