Mentor High School - Cardinal Notes Yearbook (Mentor, OH)

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 THE SCARLET AND GRAY position but failed before a week was up and degenerated into just human beings. Two new teachers had been added to the faculty and one of them, Miss Hossler, became our home room teacher. Being the leaders of the school, naturally we won both the Corn-Mentor and Annual campaigns. We furnished seven lettermen for the football team, whose glorious victories we celebrated in the banquet of the season. In basketball and again in track, the Seniors sent out representatives to win honors for the class. The Juniors gave a play, “Nothing but the Truth,” to finance the Junior-Senior Prom which was given April 30. We were received into a very real Japanese garden where we enjoyed ourselves for the evening. A week later, the Senior play, “Professor Pepp” was presented, and proved to be a success. Commencement night is more or less of a dream, a dream that comes true. If we remember our entrance as Freshmen with laughter, surely we will remember this last night with happiness. We feel proud that we can claim the distinction of being the first class to spend the entire four years of our high school life in the present Mentor High building. For some of us this is the end of school life, for others, the beginning of college; but all of us will miss our high school and the old familiar faces. Others will take their places but always we will keep a place down in our heart in memory of our high school days. Farewell dear school! Our parting days have come. The happy hours we spent as sands have run Down through the months and years we spent in thee. Thy rooms and corridors no more will be Our meeting place; no more thy rooms resound To ready laughter for the tales we found To while the hours away. The dreary days Have passed to other far more pleasant ways; And yet when years have flown, as ein they must, We’ll turn the page to one we thought unjust, To dream again of school days long gone by, The happy hours we miss as years now fly. So farewell dear school! Parting days have come, We’ll miss our work, our play, our joy, our fun. Then may the gods send gifts that none can tell To keep you ever ours; and fare you well. —Helene Bereit

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