Grafton High School - Re Echo Yearbook (Grafton, WV)

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 apbflmar? fetnni When, in the course of human events, it has become necessary for us. the class of 1911, to reveal to the world the history of our past accomplishments, present merits, and future possibilities, we hereby endeavor to reiate as far as words are adequate, the facts we deem best for the people at large to know. The — of September, 1907, was an eventful day in the records of the G. H. S., for it was then that we entered upon our work as students destined to become the best class of this flourishing institution. We were welcomed most heartily by the teachers and students of other classes. The Board, too. took notice of our coming, and in consequence cut off tw'o more slices from the auditorium to give us expanding room. We entered upon our work with as much determination to win as any wariior entering battle—nothing daunted us. We worked early and late until we knew our Latin grammar, had conquered arithmetic and learned that x-j-y=z. This year w'e entered upon our second year’s work, and as a proof of our superior ability ask the “Best’’ teacher of this the best class, and she will without hesitation point us out. We are eager to take our places as Juniors, so that we can have a greater opportunity, not only for showing the world what our illustrious class can do, but also a greater opportunity for working as our motto says. “Not for ourselves alone,’’ but for the glory and honor of our beloved G. H. S.—Historian.

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 Class of 1911.

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junior (Elaao JJurm Slip ICiylits Abobr thr (Emiflirt Since all that is must tight to live, Our nation great and strong With mighty forces must engage. In battles, brave and long. In the battles we are fighting, Not for prestige, fame or might; But to break the bonds that hold us. Bonds of ignorance and might. O’er our plains and fertile valleys, Frowning castles do not stand; But instead we find the school-house, It’s the strong-hold of our land. In these strong-holds are no soldiers, Armed with implements of steel; But in their place the school boy brave. Fights his battles just as real. Many forces now are seeking, To aid the cause of right. Like a thousand beacons shining, On our forces in the fight. In this mighty constellation, Of all the lights that gleam From horizon to horizon. Wisdom’s star shines supreme. I see that from this wondrous star. Of all hs radiant beams, A simple one, of all the rest, To me the brightest seems. I do not pause for long in doubt Its name I do not guess, I know at once that it must be, The grand, good old G. H. S. But now I see that e’en this beam That seems so very bright, Has one small ray so piercing that It sheds the greatest light. And once again 1 do not pause, But state without a fear; “None but the class of nineteen ten. Could shine so bright and dear.’’ Where e’er I go in all the world. The star glows night and dav; And this bright beam forever gleams. And lights me on my way. It matters not what may befall, Or if fiom friends I part; This brightest ray shall find me still. And bring gladness to my heart. -C. L. Q. (Former member of Junior Class.)