Central High School - Red and Black Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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If i D. NICHQI-5 Presenting Hqfhg .... A Chronicle of Central High School Mine eyes have seen the glories of our dear old Central High, They have seen her sons and daughters by the thousands marching by.

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jim yllldf Hivm Bu FREDERICK OAKES SYLVESTER Immortal teacher of Central, painter, and poet By the red man's grave and the ancient trail, By cabin and camp I glide. Dark pines o'er which the eagles sail Stand guardians at my side. In a cradle of gentle hills I wake, I nurse and sleep on the breast of a lake-d And when my first full leap I take, I tremble in my pride. By the fields of wheat and the fields of corn, By forest and isles I flow. Now shadowed by dusk, now mirror of morn, Far down to the sea I go. I ioin the mirth of a thousand rills That laugh in the meadows and dance on the hi My song the path of the springtime thrills And the tide of the pathless snow. By the great cliffs and the prairies wide, By valley and farm I speed. Fair Heaven I clasp, a willing bride, To my ocean home to lead: Her garments of gold and azure light, I fashion anew in our onward flight, I double the jewels she wears at night. Her every word I heed. lls

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