Altoona High School - Horseshoe Yearbook (Altoona, PA)

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To Chivalry I made them lay their hands in mine and swear To reverence the King, as if he were Their conscience, and their conscience as their King To break the heathen and uphold the Christ, To ride abroad redressing human wrongs, To speak no slander, no, nor listen to it, To honor his own word as if his C0d's, To lead sweet lives in purest chastity, To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her, for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach him thought, and amiable words And courtliness, and the desire for fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man. --Tennyson

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CHIIVAILRY HERE may or may not have been a King Arthur with his Round Table, but all through this world there have been men, and women too, who exemplify the spirit of chivalry with which we endow this knight. They shine sometimes in his- tory like bright stars in the sky. But mostly history misses them, and they belong to that innumerable race of those who live un- selfish lives, and do great things in count- less little ways, and pass unknown save by the few who never cease to mourn them. They are the chivalrous, the members of that mighty Table Round to which all heroic souls belong. They do not ride in gallant company to tournamentsg their deeds are not cried out to all the worldg but through their lives they sow the seeds of chivalry not less than did King Arthur's knights. -Arthur Mee

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Alma. Mater Blow, oh gentle mountain breezes, From the golden west, Breathe thy peaceful evening tidings To the A. H. S. Whisper to us words of pleasure, As the dim twilight Softly gathers round our colors, Dear Maroon and White. Now the shades of night grow darkerg Birds have gone to rest, But our colors shine the brighter Of the A. H. S. Sinking sun behind the hilltops Sighs a soft agood nightlv To the colors waving o'er us, Dear Maroon and White. Night has slowly crept around us, Stars are shining bright, Waving, oh so calm and peaceful, Dear Maroon and White. We shall always sing thy praises, Work for thy success, Hail to noble ALMA MATER! Hail to A. H. S.!