Lindbergh High School - Spirit Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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G llifiig if , . 'P' lx, anaemia- . L.-Q 4 .is M Qi. 1967 DEDICA TEE MR. FRED DAHLBERG 6 1 Mr. Fred Dahlberg, chairman of the His tory Department at LHS, serves as an ex- ample of excellence in the teaching pro- fession. One of his teaching associates states, This, to Mr. Dahlberg, would be the highest compliment you could pay him. His energies and enthusiasm have been a source of inspiration, not just to his department, but to all who have come in contact with him. Mr. Dahlberg is the coordinator-teacher in the team teaching program in American History and is also a World History teacher He is largely responsible for planning and organizing the Advanced Placement Pro- gram at Lindbergh and has served on the committee to revise and evaluate the dis- trict's elementary social studies curriculum As the Lindbergh representative to the Washington University Social Studies Cur- riculum Project, Mr. Dahlberg has given generously of his time and energy to set up a new soc ial studies program. In recog- nition of his efforts and abilities he has been selected to implement the five year program in the Lindbergh District. So, in the light of his outstanding con- tributions to further the education of stu- dents of LHS, we of the 1967 SPIRIT staff proudly dedicate this book to Mr. Fred Dahlberg.

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1967 PIRIT LINDBERGH SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL St. Louis, Missouri Volume XVI Janis Finot, Editor Mrs. Marilyn Ward, Adviser Ihave had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I loved a Love once, fairest among women: Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her,-- All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. Ihave a friend, a kinder friend has no man, Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly, Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood, Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my far.her's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces. How some they have died, and some they have left me And some are taken from me, all are departed, All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. Charles Lamb

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