Millersville University - Touchstone Yearbook (Millersville, PA)

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To the Faculty Let us halt at the brink of the river, at the passing of our ways. While before us sways the beacon light, the guide into future days. U t us turn to the past for a moment, and when memory opens the door, Peer through the misty portals into years that will come no more; For in the light of the present we dimly see things unseen before. In the halls of the years which are gone is the “Sesame to the upward way. Kre attempting the portals before us. we must glean glories of the past away; So we learn the tales of courage, of endless joy and woe. Of a pcrless tight for the common goa l, whether good friend or foe. And we learn them from the noblest leaders ever given us here below. — 10 —

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fit TOUCHSTON Principal’s Message to the Class of 1920 To the Class of 1020: We are passing through a period of our national life when wildly fluctuating values, unparalleled extravagance, anti apparent greed tend to draw our attention too largely to the things of time and sense. My message to you is this: Do not allow these conditions to absorb too much of vour thought, time and endeavor. They are unstable and transitory; but the great verities of life are constant and enduring, and I would urgently implore you to keep them ever within range of your mental and spiritual vision. Only in this way ran you reflect highest credit upon your Alma Mater. Very cordially yours, CllAKLES II. GORDIXIEK. — IS —

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0 For teachers, your lives in the days which are past, hut which live iti Memory oer. Are the rightful keys which we may claim to open the future’s door. For a portion of your selves you have taken, with a purpose nohle and kind. To link our destinies together on the continuous walls of time; And we claim not the laurels glistening there, for teachers they are thine. And if there are found unpleasant hours, now that the day is done. The waters of Lethe are not needed to wash away every one; For you've taught us that life is imperfect, and wrong that the day had in store Must he cleansed from our hearts forever, for the morrow may bring us more. And the past must surely he past ere the future we could explore. So the slender candle of wisdom gained, easts its l oam into “Oblivion's Sea. And the past in the light of the present forfeits what the future may he. So come then, vc prophet of destiny, and the days of the future unfold. (live place in the annals of tomorrow for lines of the purest gold. For the key to the future was given to us by the nobler leaders of old. Oh, teachers! You’ve led us in safety, till now we must travel apart; But there is no distance so great that can sever a single heart. For our destinies are linked together, and it takes but the selfsame key To unlock the door of the past and to set the future free; And the laurels offered icc cannot claim for teachers, they belong to thee. — 20 —