Adrian High School - Sickle Yearbook (Adrian, MI)

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being at least three times Older than any other. The Belle strikes the num- ber of years, while tl1e watchman Fred keeps the Mark. We may be scattered far and wide, but that indestructible bond, Lowe, which has kept us united during most of our course, will still keep ns united in mind. We trust that the example we have set in scholarship and deport- nient will be strictly followed by our successors. The earth may ring from shore to shore, With echoes ol' a glorious nainv, But we whose loss your tears deplorv, Have left behind us more than fame. ..iv', E l ard dl' as 5 i gp 1' xX A H, ' 5- PM 3 ff X x Hi--V ' I , Q fiife wa:-llllab l ..-7942 ' we ' if In, his X JI.. 5, ,U- KM lllmiiir ' Q .ISZQ EHL-, 4

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and that light from the teacher's eye travels faster than sound to your neighbor's ear. During this year our class kept growing beautifully less, but no less beautiful. Especially the boys kept dropping out until only these brave souls remain. In only one instance was our class known to shirk its duty. We were supposed to decorate the church for Baccalaureate of '04, but What is everybody's business is nobody's business. Thus our Junior class had a rather inglorious close. Soon, however, we were to astonish the world. During our first three years, while the different stages of development were going on, we were kindly screened from close observation by a Fogg. Because they could not see us clearly, some considered us slow and expressed surprise when we did do things on time. Mudjekeewis, the West-Wind, blew the Fogg eastward, and all of a sudden we stood revealed to tl1e world. Amazement was su- preme I And we too have felt our glory as we have walked about the halls with- out a peer. We even went on our class sleighride in absolute peace and safety. Everything has passed so harmoniously this year that comment is use- less. Still there are a few events that must not be passed over. Mr. Heabler was at school on time September fifth, December twelfth, April seventeenth, and May first. And then there is another thing, I should hate to state it as an absolute fact, but still I have heard it rumored that there was one day when Louise Fox and Ida McLouth were not seen to whisper. And while I am speaking of the unusual, I must not forget to mention the extraordinary precocity of one of our girls. Nellie Goucher has been studying Horace, something never before heard of in any high school annals. And much to her credit she has found it a rare Treat. Some others, however, have preferred a Child's story. Ray Heabler has found a very enjoyable subject in the book We Two. Our class has been sifted and sifted, so that when we took up our last year's high school work in the fall of '04, only twenty-five remained. Our boast is quality rather than quantity. Our progress has been ever upward, saved perhaps from a backward step by our Kane, which has ever steadied our tottering feet. This steadi- ness has shown itself especially in the attendance, kept almost perfect by the Porler. But there is one pre-eminent reason for our success based upon the pro- verb Experience is the best teacher, for our class has the advantage of

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Class Essay- The Coming Day. Caroline Elizabeth Hall. HE achievements of every age have led men of that day to exclaim, We have reached the height of enlightenment, for no coming generation does there remain so much research, so much dis- covery, so much advancement, as this one has accomplished. The Pelopon- nesus and a small amount of contiguous territory was the world to the ancient Greeks. Mount Olympus, which as yet had not been scaled, was the home of the gods. But the mighty day came when the summit of the mountain was reached. That was a great achievement! VVhat an event when the Pillars of Hercules lay to the east of the mariner! Hannibal proved that even the Alps are not an impassible barrier. The mighty walls and fortresses that had frowned for ages on the besiegers could not with- stand the power of gunpowder. Armor became only a useless load before its power. Ignorance had laid its palsied hand on the world but the genius of n1an's intellect invented printing. The veil of ignorance was rent in twain.- This has been the history of the past. VVhat shall we say of the Coming Day? VVe smile as we look at those primitive forefathers of ours to think how the mightiest known forces of nature lay unused at their hand needing but the touch of a master to make them man's most willing and powerful ser- vants. Each force found its master. The lightning does man's bidding. Messages flash from place to place, even to the uttermost parts of the earth. Man has utilized the mighty power of steam and now its mighty heartbeats are felt in the throbbing pulse of great factories. It moves for man the powerful ocean liners. It urges forward the fast speeding trains. Man has reared the windmill with its out-stretched arms, which gathering the winds as they pass, press them into service. Even fierce Niagara has been made to yield its power to 1nan's work. The genius of invention seemed to wait through cycles of almost total darkness for the dawn of the nineteenth century, when, in o11e short space, have been developed and applied the wondrous forces of steam and electricity i11 all their forms and uses. Scientists assert that the development of these forces is still in its infancy, and so rapidly do the new inventions supplant the old that the perfect apparatus of to-day is useless to-morrow. It is 11ot for us to belittle the noble advancement of the past, but to the student of affairs it is evident that advancement has come only through