Berkeley High School - Olla Podrida Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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M!SS FANNIE WILLIAMS McLEAN.

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Jl Farewell JUST as a ship new from the builder ' s hands, Out from the harbor where in quiet she ' s lain, Leaving behind the calm and peaceful bay, Seeking the ocean wild and free to gain, So leave we now these halls, in which for years, Sheltered from ev ' ry trouble, toil and care, We have remained; and on life ' s open sea Of storms and tempests bravely take our share. And, as we leave for aye our haven here, A sense of sorrow comes upon us all. While only thoughts of pleasure we ' ve enjoyed Come crowding on us at fond memory ' s call. ' Tis hard to say our last farewell to thee, O school so dear, of whom we are so proud ; ' Tis hard to leave our teachers, one and all, Who with such kindly patience are endowed. ' Tis hard to say farewell to thee, O friend. Our principal, who loves us all so well ; Who smiled approval when success we gained, And, gently raising, cheered us when we fell. Then, too, our classmates, some of whom, perhaps. After to-day we ne ' er again shall meet ; Yet in the future oftentimes will come Of their companionship the mem ' ry sweet. But now we enter on a broader view Of life, and o ' er a broader pathway go — New hopes, new aims, new aspirations high. Which ne ' er until this moment did we know. So, on this day, half sorrowful, half glad. We leave thy well-loved walls, O dear old school; And in the future years thine influence Will oftentimes our course of action rule. And now, farewell to teachers, school, and friends. We say the word with manner bright the while, Yet saddened thoughts and heavy hearts we hide E ' en though perhaps our lips may wear a smile. Catherine Peake, ' 99. II