Barnesville High School - Senrab Yearbook (Barnesville, OH)

Page 15 text:

ALMA To Barnesville High we raise our song. Fair high school on the hill, The name that sets our souls on fire, And makes our senses thrill; To B. H. S., our B. H. S., In praise our voices swell, The scenes of happy high school days, The home we love so well. MATER Oh, morning glow which gilds the east, Oh, sun which shines at noon, Oh, stars which bloom at eventide, Oh, radiant, glowing moon; Look from the pathless, azure domes, Shed blessings from above Oh high school halls and high school walls The Barnesville High we love. When from the fold we far shall stray, With souls no longer young, We’ll ne’er forget our high school days, Those happy scenes among; And when our steps have feeble grown, Our journey almost past, E’n then with fleeting breath we’ll praise Our dear old B. H. S.

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WE, THE STAFF, present to you this Nineteen Hundred and Thirty-five edition of the Senrab. It is our sincere hope that you will gain as much enjoyment from the reading of this book as have we in our work together. If, in the years to come, it brings back to you joyful memories of Barnesville High, we shall feel that our work has been well done and amply rewarded. We wish to express our sincere thanks to Miss Lukens and her art class and to Miss Ebert, who has so capably filled the advisory position, left vacant by the resignation of Mr. Marshall. The Staff

Page 16 text:

AT THE CROSSROADS You to the left and I to the right, For the ways of men must sever, And it well may be for a day and a night, And it well may be forever; But whether we meet or whether we part (For our ways our past our knowing), A pledge from the heart to its fellow heart On the ways we all are going, Here’s luck! For we know not where we are going. With a steady swing and an open brow We have tramped the ways together, But we’re clasping hands at the crossroads now In the Fiend’s own night for weather; And whether we bleed or whether we smile In the leagues that lie before us, The ways of life are many a mile And the dark of fate is o’er us. Here’s luck! And a cheer for the dark before us. You to the left and I to the right, For the ways of men must sever, And it well may be for a day and a night And it well may be forever; But whether we live or whether we die (For the end is past our knowing), Here’s two frank hearts and the open sky, Be a fair or an ill wind blowing, Here's luck In the teeth of all winds blowing. — Richard Hovey £6]