Angola High School - Key Yearbook (Angola, IN)

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 De D IC ft TO R Y OR the Friendship and Esteem with which we regard our Instructor in History George L. Letts The Class of 1912 respectfully Dedicate this volume of The Spectator

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SENIOR’S SOLILOQUY The sun is setting, the day is closed— The Senior, gazing through dusty mist. Approaches his goal, at this twilight time, ’Neath skys of gold and amethyst. Commencement time! How memory calls Across the haunted atmosphere, Bidding the Senior pause for a while And think of his verdant Freshman year. The Freshman year is the Summer time Of all his care free High School days, ’Tis a season of sunshine, laughter and mirth, And filled with merriest roundelays. Then Autumn comes with the Sophomore year, That season of fast maturing sun. Fie thinks of the harvest—what will it be? Why, the race is now half run ! The Junior year is the wintertime. How dim grows the light and gray the sky, But friends hold true, though the way is rough That through this snowy valley lies. And now the Spring and Senior year— What wonders the river of time has wrought! The Senior is borne on the sea of life, To struggle for victory in battles fought. Oh, Alma Mater, wise and strong. Thy praises long and loud we’ll sing, And the choicest fruits of our success We cheerfully now to thy altar bring. The cord is broken—the course is run— But where’er our future homes may be, Oh, A. H. S. with your happy times, Our hearts and hopes are all with thee. —Marjorie Burkhart.