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

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l black nriraminmamriu 4 fellow students: GAIN the Red and Black Annual has gone to press. This year the staff feel as though they are giving the students of Fostoria High a much better and different type of Annual. which they will enjoy. The theme chosen for the Annual this year, is that of the three seasons, Fall, Winter, and Spring. By using this theme we completely change the style of the book, and divide the Annual into three sections. The lirst section of the book is Fall. In this part of the book you will find the football and freshman pictures. The next section of the book is Winter. In this part of the book you will find the sophomore and junior classes and their histories. Here also are the various clubs and basketball pictures. The last division of the Annual is Spring. This section is devoted to the seniors, containing the senior class history and prophecy, members of the class, and the senior clubs. We hope you will enjoy the way the Annual is arranged this year, as we tried to give the students something new. The success of the Annual is not due to the staff alone, but mainly to the splendid support of the student body. I want to take this opportunity on behalf of the staff to thank the student body for their support, also Miss Bourquin and the Scrivener's Club for their help in the write-ups of the Annualg and Miss Crawford and Mr. Kreischer, the advisors, for the amount of work and time they gave to insure a good book. Yours, DALE HERBERT Editor llllllllllllllllll

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llllllllllllllllll nage ..5.. . . dedication To THE PARENTS OF THE SENIOR CLASS: S we owe our existence to our parents we also owe to them the general trend of our traits and our welfare thus far. They are the ones who are closest to us, for we are a continuation of their lives, further links in this chain of life that extends to the millenniums. So to the ones to whom it will mean more than to anyone else, to you, our Mothers and Fathers, whom we love, we are dedicating this Annual as the Symbol of our maturity. Catching our breath almost with tears we realize that this is life and how strange it is. How strange and seemingly useless the struggles and wretchedness that we know you have not escaped entirely and that we shall not escape entirely. For you and for ourselves, now carrying forward the life you have given us we feel a mingled love, pity, and sympathy, born of a new understanding. Did we say that life is sad? There is no reason under the sun why it should be. We are young, strong, and confident, the world is immensely beautiful and gladdeningg and we have dreamed. Our dreams, perhaps you, our Mothers and Fathers, know or have guessed, are made from earth and sky, realization of our own Genius and of the Good Angel within us. They are now like bridges of mist rising from the earth, and extending through heaven, but shall finally become stone, as firm and lasting. llllllll' lllllllfl I