Frankford High School - Record Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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Among them? poems of Grantland Rice u'hit'h he has styled uSongs 0f the Ifnafraitl. ' I chanced upon, a, stanza that arprrssm admirably certain. thounhfx that l hurl Wanted 10 leave with you. I aim you the lines as l rcuwmhwr them. It may be that you. 'reralling thmn some day. may find inspiration and renewed wourflgch hhTho lad Irho knows: 1hc world is rough And not a rlarcr-berl 0f 'rmt; H7110 takes his fortune ax it r-mncs' Am! prompflu r'nunfmns' with his hmt: I'Vho sloas along through fogs of doubt. Fear, pain, and anvy anrl dcxpair XVilh, dear eye fired upon the Aaoalhh U'ill apt ,s-rmmu'hvra. .llay the years spent in Frankford High Nwhool hare Ilium: you zwal to start the high atlmnture of life 91'1qu fr; orcrromc crew 0b- sfaclc you may moot. llau you harp wmraua aml xfrmwfh. Hay you Imou: the joy of frimuixhips and learn that duty uwll 41mm brinyx happinmx. Jlay erwy u'orfhy draam hvmmc a glorious rvalify. Mww 0 $0M g

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Tree Oration Our predecessors could hardly have chosen a more fitting token of tribute to their school than the gift of :1 tree. ln-r changed through the ages, trees have remained :1 source of pro- tection, beauty and inspiration to man. Starting from a movement which had its birth with the signing of the Armistice, memorial tree planting has been adopted by organizations throughout the l'nited States as a means by which they might express their tributes of respect, honor and reverence. Trees are expressive of the finest sentiments of man. Truly we may find tttongues in trees, hooks in running brooks. sermons in stones and good in everything? Trees have played their part in literature as well as in his- tory since the beginning of time. Shaded nooks have been for centuries the settings for poetry. One of the beauty spots of the world is the site of the tomb of Vergil, overlooking the Bay of Naples. This tomb marks the great poetls favorite retreat during his last, days. Here, surrounded by trees. he wrote his undying epics. The soothing shades of the ehns of Cambridge have left their influence upon the works of one of our own great poetseHenry lVadswurth Longfellow. An elm tree has been chosen to stand beside that of the February class. This above all other monuments seems most ap- propriate for the occasion. It is a tall, oval headed. compact tree, of stately beauty and towering grace. Its commanding beauty carries with it the perfect message of the reigning monarch. Bryant has spoken of the groves as Godk first temples. Surely as one gazes upon a tree, something of its solemn majesty and soothing peace is imparted to him. Our four years at Frankford have meant to all of us four years of beautiful associations. N0 monument could more ad- equately express the sentiment of the class than this beautiful embodiment of cherished memories. It shall keep alive and shall mcrease with its unfolding our appreciation for the finest id luls whlch we shall carry with us to our new stations of life. Mav thls elm, symbolie 0f the living spirit of F 'ankford, keep forever green the love of the Class of June, 1927, for its Alma Mater. Eight

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ff The Castle Gate MARY I1. MILNEI: All hesitant I stand before the castle gate, thnce comes to me, on shadow wings, the call of destiny. Ah, let me pause awhile before I enter in: IVhat shall befall Within this drcam-onchuntul realm, Of strange adventure, of ronmnce, of mystery and fate? And, as I pause, my eyes Climb swift thc Vincwlad wall To Where, unfurled, bright pcnnons flutter t0 the sky; And strains of music from some magic minstrol hand afar Steal forth, on vagrant breeze, to won my lagging feet. This is the enchanted castle of my deep-hid dreams, Which holds, cnfoldcd in a mist of unreality, So much of all Pve hoped, and longed, and yearned to reach. I hesitate to lift the latch and thus, perhaps, Dispel the precious fantasy of youth. Then look I backward oter the path by which I came: And 10! I find it crowded full of living 111011101'ie5m Sweet memories of love and friendshipk cheering smile; And scattered all along my wandtrerts happy way Are dusky, wooded dolls and Howtr-bedizencd meadows gay; And well do I remember one bald, rugged knoll VVhereon, it seemed, there was no room for any loveliness T0 dwell; and yet, in sheltered, sun-warmed crevice, growing there, I found a smgle, starlike, sweet anemone! And so, emboldened by these cherished memories, I turn me back again to castle gate, For now I know that naught of ill awaits me there, Behind the enchanted wall of fancyts Woven dreams. Entranccd, I place my hand upon the latch, And joyously I lift it up and enter in!