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

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We, the Naughty Three Class, extend to you, fellow- students, our sincerest greetings, as we leave the hallowed halls of the dear old school — Berkeley High! Our stexjs have worn the floors, our voices have echoed again and again in the old rooms, our failures have tried our teachers ' patience — but our victories there are a sweet rememberance to us. How we did yell when our boys won — when the Crimson and Gold floated first in the field. Oh, those old days! Will we ever enjoy ourselves as we did then — carefree, careless, young and hopeful — what more is needed to have good times? You, our fellow- students, whom we are now leaving and many of whom w© will never see again, drink to the full the cup of pleas- ure in your High School days, for they are the best days of all — yes, the very best, even though you may think the teachers are heartless, the lessons hard, and yourselves grow tired. All of us leave our old friends and our dear surroundings with a sigh of deep regret, and many an eye is wet on the night when v e receive the white roll of parchment which means that our days of play and pleasure are over — for many of us do not go to higher colleges of learning, but go at once into that great college — life! And so we, who are standing on the threshold of our future careers, greet you, fellow companions, and you, our readers, who have already felt the surges and the buffets of life — the life that our class poet sings of: Life — that sublimest mystery, great joy of being! What is it? — what the wind that gently fans the flowers? Whither it cometh? — ' Tis that no man can tell. And what its end? — Men can but look with wistful gaze Beyond the snowy clouds and sigh, God ' s in his heaven. But this one thing we know — life is a preparation, Else why these problems hard, that try each passing day, Or joys so deep, as each new faltering step grows firm? Perfection! the unconscious goal of every man! ' Tis that we ' re striving for, as each new rule of life With proud hearts bowed and patient mind, we humbly learn, For if with hearty soul, determined will, we bend Each to the daily task that comes, tho ' great or small, At length our course complete, we ' ve done our best, we ' ll hear That last roll call, and with great joy we ' ll graduate — This, this is life — its aim, its end. is its beginning! —Grace Piatt, ' 03