Reading High School - Arxalma Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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is 45, . , LITERARY His arms were about her in longing. I love you now, Beth. With a contented, sighing laugh she drew his face down to hers. And perhaps you'd like to marry me- sometime? you'll see this my way. Please send a small trunk in a. cab with what I'll need for the steamer. Marie will know what to pack. And Dad, try to love me again. Don't shut me out. BETH. want to live it with you. Tonight, said Dan, wild prayer: Uh, you're not playing with me now-not torturing me now. Yet -what of him? He's gone with the -there's Lord Poyndale gods, ' she whispered. adding, with a characteristic : other 'strange I've flung them all down, Dan. I want the old life. I I've run back to Mr. Allicn's answei brought by Marie when she arrived with two trunks was Of course, I'm disappointed But let it go. I was never one to look nor send tears after lost money I you. I love you. Kiss me again as you did today. At dawn a messenger left a letter at her father's house: DEAR DAD: Dan andl were married at mid- night, in a little, old-fashioned Bap- tist parsonage, on a quaint old street down here. I'm so happy, I'm quite frightened-happy, though I know how disappointed you'll be. I love you, but I couldn't do what you want- ed. Later, when you know Dan, thought the other sort of thing would have made any woman happierg but, after all, it's your affair, and you may be right. Besides you've done this thing my way. When I was sure I wanted a thing, and knew I could get it, and had a right to try to get it, I made a bee-line for it. I'l1 meet your husband when I feel more like it. Marie to go with you. There's no earthy reason why you should scratch along without a maid. Your allowance goes on just the same. YOUR DAD. ,.,... FOR ALMA MATER DEAR in' lcnwiiv R. imma, '13. We meet again with fond refrain To greet old Reading High,- We ope the strain and loud acclaim Our dear old Reading High. For Alma Mater dear, we sing, For Alma Mater dearg Years hence we'll shout and bells we'll ring For dear old Reading High. Wc'll run the raee and win with grace In youth's severest trialsg Through gathfring mists, we'll thread the maze ' For many weary miles. The gale may 81.06613 the wily S0 steep, Yet onward will we gog Success we'll grasp and vic'try sweet Shall drive off gloomy woe. Now 'ere we part, life's work to start- The time's approaching nigh- We'll rally round Once more to shout For dear old Reading High.

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14 THE RED AND BLACK ie 5? as FIFTY-EIGHTH ANNUAL COMMENCEMENT Y or THE if WTS . . glfbzamzlmg Htqh Szlrunl fm: QBUQS its . dl? 255 READING, PENNSYLVANIA age 255 TUESDAY MORNING, JUNE 17, 1913. Sl? Nb S22 ZKS mv TRUE CITIZENSHIP SALUTATORIAN-BY ROGER F. M,CALL. RIENDS and Fellow Classmates: The Class of 1913 welcomes you to these exercises which close our four years' course in this institution. These four years represent hard work on the part of every one of us and now we are about to enter higher institutions and the World. One and all we greet you and trust that the mention of the class of nineteen thir- teen will always recall pleasant memories in the years to come. As we are assembled this morning in what is our last real relation to the school as students, we are brought face to face with the fact that we are going out, out into the vast unknown which others have entered before us. As we make this final step we discover ourselves in the world of today, and we will be called upon to bear the burdens of the conflict. In a few years we will be thorough citizens and hence it is extremely importantthat we fully realize the obligations of our civic actions. A citizen is denned as being an inhabi- tant of a city or country. But it is not plain inhabitants of the past who are known to all, not the men who let the others do all the work, but the doers, those who had always the good' of the state at mind and labored for its uplift. We are not celebrating the birthdays of men who shirked their duties as true citi- zens, but of men who saw the opportunity of helping the state. But did they see itg think about it and then forget lt? No! They grasped it. That is one of the char- acteristic features of good citizenship and it presents itself in everyday life. And then a true citizen must be pre- pared to answer the first call for his as- sistance. What a fine example of true citizenship we lind in that heroic answer to Lincolnis call for volunteers! We may not be called upon to bear arms against any foreign enemy, but we will be the ones to bear arms and bear them well against civil foes. And though the shot and shell of public criticism shall fly about us let us not shirk our duty as true citizens. Our forefathers have reserved a place for us to combat against civil foes by means of the ballot. This ballot, for which they 'shed blood and gave their lives should be held sacred. It will be our duty, when we become voters, to keep alive this feeling of sacredness for the ballot, both by our actions and by in- structing others. In reality, the ballot should be an insti- tution for only those who can use it right. But this is necessarily one of the evils of a republic. We must grant equal suffrage to all, or we are unworthy the name of a republic. There is only one way to over- come this evil and that is to make the poor voter into one of good value. This remedy places itself upon the shoulders of the rising generation and it will be our duty as true citizens to turn all into thinking, efllcient voters. Of all the voters of this vast republic, there are four distinct classes and they are as common as day and night. The type of the indifferent voter is perhaps the most disheartening. A man who has the ability to vote well, and neglects to do so on account of indifference is a slug- gard, and a man who is not wanted, in