Fostoria High School - Red and Black Yearbook (Fostoria, OH)

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D38 N11 Mabel J. Bourquin Dean of Girls fostoria . high . s c h oo I

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Dear Miss McDermott: HE passing years bring many changes, and although each revolving season deepens and enriches the experience and knowledge of mankind, it may be also instrumental in parting friends. Frosty winter reluctantly leaves its place for spring, and that season' opens all school doors, letting book-weary students out: but after a pleasant Vacation when summer cools into autumn, neither you nor we will be going back to this school again. Perhaps it will seem as strange to you, after your long experience as teacher and principal, not to be listening for the forty-five minute bell or going through the daily round of lessons, as it will to us, and perhaps you will miss us as much as we shall surely miss you. We feel a sort of kinship with you because we are leaving this building together, as teacher and students. We are hoping that you will remember us particularly, along with the other classes you have helped so creditably through their last year of high school, since we are your last class. Sometimes we are a bit headstrong, or somewhat hasty and intolerant, needing the little tempering and advice which you have so wisely given. Perhaps this is the best place to thank you and to tell you that we have appreciated your thoughtful attention to our needs and your sympathetic guidance. We have needed your encouragement, Then forward I bid you, nor fail Nor yield what you hold in your hand, For the wind that now blows in your sails Will blow you to land - for we are beginning to realize how uncertain these years are, and that nothing in living is as fixed as the north star. You have taught us not only English literature, but many more things: ever comprehensive of different aspects of life you have given us a greater incen- tive to beauty, integrity, and idealism than we had before. In this world populated by so many human beings, in this life: lovely, burlesque, commonplace and tragic, our courses have happened to coincide, yet we are ever impelled onward in our voyage: 'The bows turn, the freighted ship tacking speeds away under her grey sails, The beautiful and noble ship with all her precious wealth speeds away gaily and safe. But O the ship, the immortal ship! O ship aboard the ship! Ship of the body, ship of the soul, voyaging, voyaging, voyaging, THE CLASS OF 1934 Illlllllllllllllll D389 ..13.. lllllllll llmllll