Bellingham High School - Epilogue Yearbook (Bellingham, MA)

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Ah, fading joy! how quickly art thou past! Yet we thy ruin haste. As if the cares of human life were few, We seek out new: And follow fate, that does too fast pursue. See how on every hough the birds express, In their sweet notes, their happiness. They all enjoy, and nothing spare; But on their mother nature lay their care. Why, then, should man, the lord of all below, Such troubles choose to know, As none of all his subjects undergo? Hark, hark, the waters- — fall, fall, fall, And with a murmuring sound Dash, dash, upon the ground, To gentle slumbers call. —John Dryden

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Dedication ... We, the Class of 1945 , in bumble gratitude, wish to thank our parents for the sacrifices which they have made in order that we might complete our high school education. Throughout the years they have cared for us and guided us to the best of their ability. We know that it has not always been easy for them. We are aware of the fact that we can never fully repay them for what they have done in the past and will do in the future. However, we wish, in some way, to show our affection and appreciation. We, therefore, consider it an honor and a privilege to be able to dedicate this book to our Best Friends, Our Parents.

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Alma Mater Tune: ”Juanita” ★ Thy sons are loyal, Courageous, true, and strong, Hear them supporting thy cause in song. On the field of contest thy task is never done, Until, draped in glory, the strife is won. When all seems darkest and our hopes seem to be gone, Fight for our high school; put the pressure on. With undying spirit, strive to even-up the score, And when the game is ended, have victory in store. CHORUS Our school, Bellingham High School, keep thy banner waving high, So that, down through the ages, her fame shall never die. —Arthur Remillard ■ fc s sm