Anatone High School - Wildcat Yearbook (Anatone, WA)

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'Dedication To the youth of today and es- pecially to the youth of Anatone who are trying hard to prove that the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts. 1 1 'JftenuvUcUK e ne tiex 7cH6e% 7afiCc t A precious one from us has gone, A voice we loved is stilled; He has a place deep in our hearts. Which can by him alone be filled. God in his wisdom has recalled, The boon his love had given, And though the body slumbers here, The soul is safe in heaven.

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And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still; A boy's will is the wind’s will And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.” I can see the shadowy lines of its trees, And catch, in sudden gleams. The sheen of the far-surrounding seas, And islands that were the Hesperides Of all my boyish dreams. And the burden of that old song. It murmurs and whispers still: A boy's will is the wind's will. And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts. Remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy's brain; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still: A boy'S will is the wind's will And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.

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7 ) .e Ke t esi Ocvi 4 t tua( £cUfo%. SiCC SCCen . As we look back through the pages of this annual, I hope that we can remem- ber pleasantly the good times we had had here at Anatone High School to- gether. As we grow older we will not be the same individuals as the youths to which this book was dedicated. We would know if we could now look past the present and into the future whether or not we are destined to accomplish those great things our parents and teachers expect of us. Youth comes but once and is itself short. Let us then diligently work to- ward attaining the goals before us. Oun Su enc tte tcCeHt, TTtr, DcinHeM. As you look through these pages in years to come, many of you will yearn for The good old days. Many will wish that time could turn backward so that you could do it all over. You will be much more impressed then than you are now with the fact that time only goes forward not backward. You can do with time what you want, except to change its forward motion. Once lost, time is lost forever; there will never be another now. The question all of you should ask yourselves is, Did I spend or ami spend- ing my youth wisely? While we are living our lives now, we anticipate liv- ing tomorrow. All living today will be reflected tomorrow. Tomorrow will we discover that we spent our youth wisely or foolishly? Did we spend it for all it could buy for to- morrow, or did we spend it for the whims of the moment? A worse possibility is present: - did we even spend it? Perhaps we just lost it.