Madera Union High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Madera, CA)

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— toa eS g Utbey. ny f eligave: YS tha ue have anger aces a ny who t to the hea tonly to —- its ofa NG cot: stration it also CESS aS a ease, ans in al known init to at It. oy fs lier HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. 19 may have been unduly insistent, yet his share was nevertheless necessary and important. Policemen, firemen, guards and private sol- diers have gone to early graves, ‘“‘unwept, un- honored and unsung,’ because of deeds they have done, impelled by heroic impulses, that were heroic none the less because they were unknown; and over such graves we could say with Gray: “Some village Hampden that with dauntless breast, The little -tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute, inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country’s blood.” There are mothers in our country whose lives are one long, heroic struggle, the no- bility of which isin proportion to their love. Their lives are full of ‘‘little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.’ There are teachers and preachers, men and women of every vocation and occupation in life, whose struggles and sacrifices, disappoint- ments and achievements are worthy of record, and deserving of positions on the pinnacle of fame. “Out of school life into life’s school’’ we each must go, half regretful, half glad, and perchance among our number may be gradu- ated some ‘‘youth to Fortune and to Fame un- known,’’ whose burning desires for the unat- tained, transformed to heroism when the occa- sion demands, may cause the name of that youth to be recorded on the list of immortal heroes. At least we can be men and women of dar- ing, who flinch from no danger and shrink at no difficulty, and not, when moral heroism is required, be veriest cowards. May we never lack courage to stand for the right in the face of criticisms. “Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt.” “Then let ws pray that come it may, As come it will for a that, That sense and worth o’er aw the earth May bear the gree, and a’ that. For @ that and a’ that, It’s coming yet for wv that, Thatman toman the warld o’er Shall brothers be for a’ that. Co Be IKey, OS. ————— go. Undiscovered Lands. ae My paths are in the fields I know, But thine in undiscovered lands. ae oS —Tennyson. al A little child sat dreaming in the doorway of its home; on the one hand, smiling in the sun, lay the green meadowland alive with flut- tering butterflies; on the other stood the sweet-scented orchard, re-echoing with the songs of happy birds; and all around the child was an impassable hedgerow of roses. He longed for the day when he could pass beyond the roses and see what lay at the end of the lane—surely something most wonderful. And one day he passed out of the peaceful garden, entered joyously the long lane that led to the mysterious land, and returned no more. He had gone to seek for undiscovered lands. A lad was toiling in a dreary field near by, and as he followed the deep furrow up and down in his happy mind he mused: ‘‘Some day when I am grown I shall sail over the sea; I shall explore the uttermost parts of the earth and the whole world shall be my home.’’ The lad grew older; he still followed the furrow up and down and still looked forward to the day when he should be a pilgrim in distant lands. Time passed; the youth grew old but he still delayed and dreamed, and, although behind his plow all his life, he sailed over the oceans, he scaled the Alps, and walked through the streets of the world’s great cities. He, too, had traveled in unknown lands. We who are voung rejoice that we have the opportunity to search in the fields most pleas- ant tous. Just outside our schoolroom door fair sciences, art and letters stand smiling, ready to welcome us; their richest treasures are at our command. ‘The one most devoted at the shrine of each goddess will win the longest prize. We will not seek alone; hand in hand we will stray with Sorrow through dark forests through which can be seen no glimpse of the fair lands we seek. But Sorrow is the friend of Earth’s children; she will chasten, not break;

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HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. Uncalendared Herees. ae “The world goes round, the sun sets on despair, The morrow makes it hope; Each little life Thinks the great axle of the Universe Turns on its fate, and finds impertinence In joy and grief conflicting with tts own. Yet fate is woven with unnoted threads; Each life is centered in the life of all And from the meanest root some fibre runs Which chance or destiny may intertwine With those that feed a force or guiding thought, To rule the world; so goes the world around.” “To be wholly unconscious of rights and claims,’’ says Carlyle, ‘‘is to be a hero. Ina valient suffering for others, not in a slothful making others suffer for us, does true noble- ness ever lie.”’ Many heroes then we have, many who are “wholly unconscious of rights and claims.”’ With many heroes, with great deeds upon which the fame of these brave ones rest, we are already familiar, is there not an “innumerable company’’ of uncalendared heroes whose valiant deeds are none the less heroic because unre- corded? The brilliant achievements of Admiral Dewey at Manila have won the applause of an admir- ing nation. He is justly entitled to the eulo- gies pronounced and the honors conferred upon him for his daring, coolness and bravery. The names of Sampson and Schley are upon all lips, and minor engagements have familiarized us with the names of subordinate officers who are possessed of the same intrepid and daring spirit. But under the command of these men, mak- ing possible their brilliant achievements, are hundreds of the brave (rank and file) whose names were not heralded in the dispatches. There are gunners standing at their posts with a superb courage and an invincible determina- tion that knows no defeat. Amid the din and smoke of battle, amid the bursting missiles of destruction, are brave sailors moving to and fro in the faithful discharge of duty. Down below are the engineers, stokers and oilers, working amid conditions almost unbear- able, contributing their part to the efficiency of the ship’s action and the success of the engage- ment. One naval correspondent says that among the heroes on a battleship none have more onerous a position, and none more danger- ous than the stokers who tend the furnaces and pass the coal. As the battle goes on there are many who win praise for bravery in action, but to the stoker and engineer there is only furious heat and hourly peril. All honor then, not only to the brave leaders who receive the plaudits of a nation, but also to those, lower in rank, with- out whom the most skillful and daring com- mander would be powerless. The service of the obscure finds illustration not only in the achievements of war but also in the pursuits of life. Much of the real work of the world is done by obscure men and women. ‘Ihe merchant autocrat, whose trans- actions reach over the world and whose finan- cial success raises him to a position of wealth and influence, is indebted to his faithful sub- ordinates, who carry out his directions to the letter. Frances Willard’s unrivalled success as a temperance worker was due, in large measure, to the faithful execution of her plans in all parts of the land by unrewarded, unknown women possessed of an heroic spirit to at- tempt all things for God and the right. The minister of state, whose policy is her- alded abroad in the newspapers, is indebted for the information upon which his policy is based to officials in various localities, each of whom is busy in his special work. ‘These officials may be unknown beyond a very limited circle, but they have been patiently at work gleaning and collecting the facts, mastering tne intrica- cies of the situation, and furnishing to their chiefs the results of their laborious toil. Have you heard the story of the lad who pumped the church organ? How he thrust his head from behind the curtains and refused to pump any longer until the organist said, We will play this piece over.’’ Possibly he —— way was | Po iets hono have were okt with | “Som taine sion yout hetoe A iNg, tho di Tes lack of cri 0 At By

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20 HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. purify, not destroy; and sorrow is in all the undiscovered lands. “Hail, thou goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight; And therefore to our weaker view O’erlaid with black,staid Wisdom’s hue.”’ Bur sorrow reigns supreme in no one’s life; heart-easing mirth and joy we will always worship with our strongest love. The one who would break down the forbid- den barriers in life’s journey must have resolve. Resolve is what makes a man manliest—not puny resolve, not crude determination, not errant purpose, but that strong and indefatig- able will which treads down the heaving frost- lands of winter, which kindles his eye and brain with a proud pulse-beat toward the un- attainable will make men giants. It made Na- poleon an emperor of kings, Bacon a fathomer of nature, Byron a tutor of passion and the martyrs masters of death. If we perchance should stray into ungenial lands—‘‘life has no landmarks before us’’—our efforts will not be all useless and ‘‘the pleasure of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.’’ And at last when life has no more fields to show; when we are weary and long for rest and our old time ardor is gone, there is the past. ‘What a wide world that makes of the past a great and gorgeous, a rich and holy world; your fancy fills it up artist-like; the darkness is mellowed off into soft shades, the bright spots are veiled in the sweet atmosphere of distance, and fancy and memory together make up a rich dreamland of the past. And in a future and distant day may we say, without regret, to some little school child: ‘‘My paths are in the fields I know, But thine in undiscovered lands.’ Bicycle Repairing 274) Supplies. SATISFACTION GUARANTEED E. L. HALL, = D Street, Madera. “se PUA DE res pithery a a i Fresh Beet Cakes and Pies. A Full Line of Fresh Groceries D STREET, MADERA. VPVVVVVSBVVVSSVTSVSSVVSSVSVTSVVBWVVSVVV VT VTAA TA Cc. C. MCDOUGALL B. G. MCDOUGALL G. B. MCDOUGALL MOC Crugall GHt04., Architects 2 : 5 SAN FRANCISCO AND BAKERSFIELD, CAL. Sen Saws wen a es a ea