Anaheim Union High School - Colonist Yearbook (Anaheim, CA)

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BH EIT SGH Senior Qoem How can we speak, with our poor tongues and unpoetic sense, The gratitude we feel for those whose efforts send us hence, The love we feel, though can't reveal, for favors past, a score, And kind advice of solid worth and aids a hundred more. We were as twigs yet being bent to face the world's great stormg Our gardeners, the teachers, in whose hands welve taken form. As twig is bent the tree will grow -an oft-repeated phrase- Is illustrated here in us and in our schooling days. To pals we knew, whose kindness true and friendship through it all Nlade light ourfhearts and bright our eyes on field and track, in hall, We utter but a mortal's thanks, the greatest we can give, For all the fun, the merry pranks that in our minds will live. We cast one glance with glist'ning eyes, we get one last impression, To carry with us through life's span, our memory's dear possession. The halls and walks and shady spots Where oft we laughed and grieved Will soon be recollections that may never be retrieved. The library, the study hall, the office, and the shops, The plays and operettas, and-but, oh! it never stops- That endless line of scenes and thoughts that pass my mind's sad eye, As do the thoughts of evil done by men about to die. g And yell once more those good old yells and tingle at the roar, And in our hearts there wells a love ne'er felt before For school and team that we, as freshmen, failed to Cheer and fate Has 'made us see our grave mistake, we see it but too late. We sing our grand old song again,-the words that so inspire. e lVIore noble and more fine it seems,-more sweet than Orpheus' lyre. Sadly the echoes die away, of that sublime refrain, And take with them four years of strain, of study, fun, and pain. Ifenvoi Farewell, old school, and fare thee Well through countless seasons hence' And thanks, old school, for all we gained in morals and common sensel Q -Bob Wilson, '27 Sl A192 hX4rm Page Fifteen

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