Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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18 THE DART Class Poem They started their journey, and oh, it looked long, And the course seemed rough and bad; But they were full of the exuberance of youth, And the song in their hearts was glad. They journeyed on for many a day, And soon it seemed to grind; And they came to “Failure,” a mountain high, I,o! many were left behind. But those who had sought the only right paths, Of “Work” and “Study” and “Thought,” Were happy in this, their first battle won, Tho the victory was dearly bought. And now with determination to win, They started on once more; They were full of their pride to win for their class, And walk thru Victory’s door. And soon they came to a river broad, And “Suspense” was the river's name; And they clambered down its slippery bank, Determined to win great fame.

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THE DART 17 Class Song Tune: Auld Long Sync The days we spent at A. II. S. Will e’er to us be dear; We’ll think of all those happy hours, Our memories will be clear. CHORUS: Our thots will be of happiness, Our eyes will hold a tear; We’ll ever bless those days of joy In our Alma Mater dear. Now to our teachers we will say, “To us you have been kind, And memories not too harsh of us, We hope we leave behind.’’ And now, classmates, in years to come, We’ll know what these things mean; Let’s give nine rousing, stirring cheers For the Class of Xinetcen-Eighteen. —Wade Jen :ins.

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THE DART 10 And as before, at that mountain high, They lost a few of their class, But those who really determined to win With ease found a way to pass. So now they were on the third long stretch, And they joyously hurried on; For Youth is ever a happy time, And thinks not of things past and gone. And now they came to the last hard task, A forest dense and deep, And ‘‘Doubt” was the name of the wood so dark; Thru this they had to creep. They wanted a motto to help them win, And their choice was “Carry On”; They fought their way thru the forest of “Doubt” And once again they had won. And now they are on that golden path, At the end of which lies Success; May their joy be ever as always it was When they came thru such distress. And their motto is strong and it shows us all That these people are straight and clean; So thru their lives may they “Carry On”. Here’s to you, dear Eighteen. —B. W. .Jenkins.