Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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CLASS SONG, 1914 'Twas early in September, Six football men are Seniors, In the year of IQIO- In basket ball are four, XN'e cannot but remember ln baseball there are juniors, Our joyful meeting then. But of Seniors there-are more, XYe've l1ad both joy and sadness XVe shine in track, and in debate, ln dear old A. H. S., A penant do we hold, But trials. we know, will only bless Qf victors here, four out of eight And guide us to success. XVear the colors of Blue and Gold. CHORUS. Nothing ventured, nothing done, Q l ,Q 1 A Ill. 1 1 1 Is the motto of our class, 'O lem 5 to our Lea' of ngl SC 100 r 'Twill be a guide through cloud and sun, May we ever to her be true, . Lf t ' l. tl t cs. And here s to the best corps of teachers 1 6 S na Q len mus pam Comrades true we'll ever be, This old school ever knew, uve-ll gtrive to meet Success A shout for 'the boys in athletics, And Qing in Chorus glad mid free For our orators bold, one more, Axll mmol, to A H S ' NYe will always remember the Black and Gold, ' ' ' XYQ, the class of 1-9-I-4. HARRY ARVIDSQN, ,I4 CLASS POEM Willa Dunn, ,I4. God of our fathers: God, Hear our prayer, we beseech Thee. Here at the entrance of a larger life, God, we pray to Thee, God, we ask of Thee XN'atch Thou our footsteps, lest they halt and fail- Help us to learn the way of truth and right. God, of our fathers, God, Drive from our hearts false pride, and give to us Love for our fellow-creatures, sympathy That maketh all men brothers. Take away Einvious, bitter thoughts. Let us not fail To help the weak, to cheer the strong, to give The meed of honor where that it is due. Youth crowns us now with purpose, strength, and hope, Give to us charity, humility And wholesome cheer that only sees the sun. God of our fathers', God, XYe are but pupils in the school of life- Re Thou our Master, kind and firm and just, Gentle and wise: teach us to look to Thee For help and guidance: give to us Thy help. God of our fathers', God, Before us lies a rough and stormy road, They say-it seems all roses. VVe have come Part of the way, and we are not ashamed Of records past. Give us They blessing God, May this old world sometime be all the better That we have lived. XYe have but paused to look back-and beyond. Turn we our faces forward, and press on Eager for life: God, set our standards high, Help us to strive for them, until we reach- Or fail-but we must reach-our victory!

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THE BASKET BALL TEAM