Santa Barbara High School - Olive and Gold Yearbook (Santa Barbara, CA)

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Obur mrs. Egrh. Qin that strung ani! mise nmnum. mhn, hg thnse little persnnal tnurhes nt' ai frienh mhn unherstanhs, has npeneh tn us an mnrlh nf prnniise in nurselnes: ts the une mhn helienes that in earh une nt' us is sn murh gush that it requires hut the magir tnurh nf a frienh tn reueal it: tn the une mhn has giuen a frieuhship sn been that nnlg in that silenre wherein me express nur hest run it he tappreriateh:---me, the fiftg-six hinerse personalities nf the :lass nt' 1913, hs unite as une in speaking frnm the fullness nt' nur hearts : Where shall nener he ang lust gush: All me haue milleh sr hnpeh nr hreameh Gbf gush shall exist,

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COMMENCEMENT ODE. When travellers, journeying thro' a land unknown, Look up and sight afar a rock-lined chain Of crests that sharply out the horizon-gloam In distance, they press on to leave the plain, With eager hearts to gain the misty heights That soar aloft in beauty, cloud enveiled, On whose sharp, adamantine peaks, the rays Of luminous sunlight, quivering, are impaled. Eager, the pilgrims leave the flowery ways, And soon grow pale the lowland mirage-lights. The first spur gained, and now the mantling steeps Begin, that lead to highest mountain sweeps. We all are travellers in the bourneless land Of time. We glimpse, a moment, the Great Divide. To some is given to see the glow at hand- The Truth-that cloud-mists from the others hide. But if-as great white birds from crests that dart- Such vision hath illumined the traveller 's way, There i no turning back, no standing till, It leaves the yearning soul-reach in the heart, It bids us never rest, nor brook delay, But ever dare the event, the perils ill,- Push on, undaunted, till we face the gleam Where merge the world of Is and world of Seem. To-day we gain a foot-hill on the trail That upward leads, the landscape broadens out, We leave behind, below, the easeful vale, The distance-dwarfed fields that lie about. We stand at the Divide. God grant, that now It may be given that we, too, see the gleam That points the way-the individual goal. No time to fold the hands and wonder how, For lo! To-day is here, our little dole Of time, key-stone with which we, building, beam Fate 's arch, for Yesterday is gone-a dream, To-morrow, uncertain, a vision yet unseen. Josephine Mxorg an, '13

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Alice Barnes: She lives, as from the rest apart,- Lost in study. but joined in heart. i Kenneth Belford: Quiet and steady, as he seems to be, At jumping and hurdling a cracker-jack he. Walter Brant.: Mind to conceive, courage to endure: This, to our friend, success will ensure. Jessie Bailard : Witll vision set beyond the mist, She Well is called the optimist. Hazel Bean: Herself she gives in fullest measure, Her mind a store of myriad treasure E ai? G5 Rosauiond Bradbury: Her eyes are wells of living light, From depth of soul, attuned aright.