Astoria High School - Zephyrus Yearbook (Astoria, OR)

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EINARD WILSON “W hat need there of words.” Manual Arts course. Fu:ure: O. S. C. ' .s H A Y 1) E N W T H I T E- HOUSE Education makes the man.” Mathematics course. Future: Undecided. SARAH WILSON “Generous action is its own reward.” History course. Future: Cheney, Wn. Spring I’ll bare my face to the healing rain; Rain for daffodils Rain for spring, Rain for soothing a tired brain. And you, Oh March winds, Cool my heart, Where scorching worries of winter smart, All things of Nature breathe anew, Why, so can 1! I’m one of You! —R. P. Page 2s)

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ELSA SODERMAN In rough water I will help myself.” Home Economics course. Future: Monmouth Normal. HORTENSE STACEY Little things are pretty.” History course. Future: U. of O. ORSON STEWART “Lost time is never found.” History course. Future: O. S. C. MAYTIE STILLWELL “Oh! The way she can massage them worries.” Home Economics course. Future: U. S. C. HAZEL SUTTER A penny for your thoughts.” Commercial course Future: Astoria Busi¬ ness College. GENEVIEVE SWIFT “And she loves keeping company.” History course. Future: University of Minnesota. LEORA TIENSON “I think .therefore, I exist.” General course. Future: O. S. C. ELSIE TOLONEN “No sooner said than done.” Foreign Language course. Future: Monmouth Normal. DOROTHEA VIVRETT “Leaves a jest when it pleases her best.” Home Economics course. Future: Undecided. EDWARD WESCHE “Rather be than seem to be.” Manual Arts course. Future: Undecided. Page 28

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Northern Star” i c k We love the old familiar lays that sing themselves within the soul, The chanson of heroic days, deep echoed on the battle’s roll; The notes that rouse the ministrel flute to some new carol sweet and tender, Or only murmur in the mute, cold aisles of memory’s haunted splendor, And one sweet song I know full well, so often have I sung it over. Will linger like a magic spell within my happy heart forever. For though the passing clouds be dark, tho’ home and comrades be afar, I here beams and shines through all its lines The glory of “The Northern Star.” ’Tis not such song of ancient glory as achoed to the harper’s strain. When, with jest and battle story, the mead cup went around again, It is the song of young Today, nursed on the bosom of the Past, Sent out in praisful melody across the Future dim and vast; A song her proud Pacific swells, while green harvests nod in tune, And Columbia s voice foretells the grandeur of the coming noon, This song tells how from out the Old across the mighty western sea, Our fathers came, strong men and bold, to seek a friend in liberty. And farther still, through shadows led where Oregon’s treasures are, 1 hey owed their joys to light ahead that gleamed from thee, O Northern Star O. Northern Star, our hope is strong, and reaches upward to the height; The way is toilsome, steep and long, but thou dost lead us thro’ the night. The lode star of our trust and love that draws our every tho’t on high, 1 ill customed long to look above, we learn the pathways of the sky. 1 hen guide us on. Thy sterling worth concentered in our high school, Shall make thee monarch of the North that art predestined thus to rule. Guide on till every hill and vale where flames the fires that scorch and scar, Its own deliverance shall hail in thy pure light, Q, Northern Star. Page 30