Arsenal Technical High School - Arsenal Cannon Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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It is a mystery that birds can sing. That men can fly and reach the moon and then return to earth. It is a mystery that one can see, That one can hear, that we have minds, that we can think and plan. lt is a mystery that we can speak and share our thoughts with others, and through TV Our thoughts spread everywhere. It is a mystery that we can write and share our thoughts with those unborn Who take our places here on earth. lt is a mystery that we are born, that we can live, that we can grow, that we can die. lt is a mystery that in our own genes is found the pattern of all living things, the gene that tells each cell its duty. It is a mystery that we get warmth, light and power stored in iet black coal, Sunlight came to earth countless years ago. It is a mystery we have the earth, we see the moon and all the stars, stars which are the suns of other galaxies than our own in the unmeasured depths of space. Are all these mysteries for me? I wonder how. I wonder why. Was all the cosmos made for earth-bound man alone? It cannot be, on other planets circling other suns There must be life, perhaps a life more sentient than our own. A signal, then, a radio message send To see if we can bridge the distance we're apart. We wait reply, we wait, alas, in vain, For answer to our call would come Two-thousand years since we're dead. I wonder when it all began. I wonder how it all will end. Charles F. Teeters, former Tech vice-principal, was ninety-five years old when he wrote these poems recently. He retired thirty years ago but is still remembered by Tech friends, some of whom were his pupils.