Batavia High School - Batavian Yearbook (Batavia, NY)

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X -4Q,fgz-ggvfevm-of o i 1 ,.:: It V- ORATIO 96' LfA.SSR'lA'l'lCS and feilow students, we are assembled here this afternoon to dedicate a tree in honor and memory ol' one whom the grace of God hath seen tit to remove from our midst-Harvey Ford Keeney. May this tree, nature's sym- bol of beauty, strength and grace, stand through future generations as a memorial to that life endowed with all the power, strength and noble ambitions of youth. One ma' ask of what sivnificance is the 3 s planting ol' a tree? ls it merely a cold formality and without any real meaning? The act itself, to be sure, will soon be forgotten, but the WILFHED B- REAMER nicinories .conneoted with 1t will never pass pings Qmtol,-I into oblivion. liorty years from now, perhaps, some one oflus will have occasion to pass this well known site, where four vears 'es then we shall sax' the four best rears . 3 . . 5 . of our lives were passed. And what recollections will spring up before us? Members of the Class of 1912 will pass before our mental Vision in quick succession. We will try to locate each and every one somewhere in the tangle and confusion of this busy'world. Some we may be able to account for and others we may not. All the surroundings with which we are now so 5 familiar may not stand the test of time without - ii:-7 :' I , I 'ah' some change. But wc cannot tail to recognize the towering elms and shady maples which adorn the ,jf '-1 1 . s ,sf campus and with which we were once so intimate. 335.311 And the little birch tree now seems so frail and ii iii -.u. an delicate a thing will then be among the greatest and will command our attention, not wholly be- cause of the beauty, strength and grace of the tree itself, but because of the memory of him who on July 1.5, 21911, was taken to the great and better beyond and to whom our little birch tree was alfectionately dedicated. -summer-'HSI an-n. ,. ... sin

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1912 SENIQR CLASS,

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APT 9. J.-U ,r ' . 'ff ..+aa2.s2rv uf W . ' CLASS PGEM LLOYD B. Ci,-KLE. Class Poet. Go forward, O ye Seniors! Beneath your banner true, With ambition as your leader Shall all your foes subdue. Trust only Good and Virtue When in your hour of need, And Fortune will reward you . If valiant is your deed. Go forward, O ye Seniors And do not dream of rest! 'Till you have done your duty, And Fame you have possessed. Be honest, true and loyal, And do not, O I pray, From the road thatis straight and Once ever go astray. Go forward, O ye Seniors, Stop not for friend or foe! But work and strive and labor That something you may show. And lastly, O ye Seniors . When you are worn and weary, Recall your dear class motto Esse quam videri. Il2i.I'I'0W-