Archbold High School - Blue Streak Yearbook (Archbold, OH)

Page 11 text:

Apitatrajili Mail to thee, oh Hitter Sweet, Emblem in thought and flower; Of our High School hours. Now past and gone forever. For bitter have been some lessons. And bitter have been some days; Vet sweet is the crown of Honor, And sweeter is well earned praise. Oh, High School days that seem not made to fade away, Oh, School of Life, that is to make us useful clay. I know not which is sweeter. No not I. I fain would follow High School if that could be. I needs must follow life which calls for me; Call, and I follow. 1 follow, let me go.

Page 10 text:

... Salutamus ... We. the Seniors of the Archbold lligh School of 1912, submit this first volume of the Bitter Sweet to the public, trusting that it will be re- ceived in the spirit in and for which the book was prepared. The Seniors as a class wish to thank the other classes and organiza- tions of the High School who helped us so faithfully to make this An- nual a success. The Bitter Sweet, dear readers, comes to you with our school life, once your school life, on its pages. Be the work praiseworthy or other- wise will you accept it, remembering that we are just one of you with like capabilities and powers and that we have done the best we can? And so we salute you. THE CLASS OF NINETEEN TWELVE.

Page 12 text:

Sunuu't tn thr A. ii. 8 . See as I linger here, the sun grows low; Cool airs are murmuring that evening is near. Oh, High School from thy portals I go Consoled, tho sad. in hope and vet in fear. Brief is the time I know. The warfare scarce begun. Yet I would fain he near Thee, when I have won. Still flows the fount, whose knowledge strengthened me. And in Life’s battle, when the rise and fall of fortune tide, Shall rock men's fates, mine, their ships will guide. Thy victors names are vet too few to fill, Heaven’s mighty roll, that detests ill will. Yet I am proud. The glorious armory, I hat administered to me, is open still. L. R. G. ‘12.