Ashtabula High School - Dart Yearbook (Ashtabula, OH)

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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.

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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 “Carry On” ‘Carry On”—it means to us Continuation of each deed begun To a finish, worthy of our class. And if he fall who should be in the lead, Will the deed be lost for lack of him who led? No, rather would the next to him who led Take up the banner, crying, “Carry On!” Just as in war a charge is made, The Captain, leaping to the foe, Falls, and can no longer lead his men. Then breathes he to the soldier next in rank, “Carry On.” So he is content, knowing So close united are the ranks That on to vict’ry they will sweep All else before them till the foe is reached, Then, conquering, will advance until The highest goal is reached. And so our class will do all well; Successful in the things they strive to do, Each member helping then to swell the tide Of world endeavor. And thinking o'er the annals of the class— Someone then will murmur, “A splendid class, bound to succeed, And show all men their greatness.” But time goes on and the world moves, too, And new things they have yet to do; Each one has still his work and place, Not willing to have done one deed, and rest — But ever striving to accomplish more, He still will “Carry On.” —Ellen Metcalf. a