Blume High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Wapakoneta, OH)

Page 31 text:

• ••■ • • ••• • ■ ••• ♦ ♦ •• 77 -; UFTUOSHFA'T IMA'me men school Class Song ( )! the four long; years of high school Midst the scenes we know so well, As the opening charm to knowledge That we vainly sought to quell. For we won heroic honors By our knowledge and our tact. And we love our dear old High School Nor for praise shall it he lack. Sing for all those happy school days! ( )f the days in old Blume High Where we found our future pathways Which we burdened with a sigh. Still, we banish care in sadness As we turn our memories back. We recall the Joy and Gladness. N’or for praise shall it be lack ! When the cares of life o’ertakc us Mingling fast our locks with gray! Should our dearest hopes betray us, False fortune fall our way As we answer our last summons To the call for us to go,, We’ll chink of old Blume High School And t lose days of long ago! SUSAN MERTZ. • ♦ ! CLASS OF X XFTFE.Y FICHTE EX ♦ 29

Page 30 text:

♦ • ... ♦ ••• ••• ♦ ••• • ♦ ...«.«. THE KETItOSI'ECT-MA'MR HI OH SCHOOL 9 ••• ♦ ♦ ••• ♦ • ••• •••■«. ♦ Senior Class Poem It was in September of the year of 14 Our class in the lirst year could be seen Assembled in classes for the four years long, Ready to correct our hopeful wrongs. e started out in the Boat of Life I o sail a new course—we knew no strife. It reeled and puffed before we sailed long For our lack of Memory was far too strong. But lo! the gale turned and on we sailed The heart of the Second year then prevailed. e stopped at no port along the way. But worked with confidence light and gay, Struggling with lasting temptations to retreat But we glided on with a speed light and fleet. The stars shining over us awoke us from sleep. And into the I bird year we were given a peep. In these waters we met rocks of monstrous size, 1 rouble and pain that we all despise Surged in the waves that shook the boat. And to return home we all were loath. W hen the wind turned and blew from the West It blew great tasks with which we were blest, lint we were instructed with the best of skill Our ability was gaining, it did not seem real. One day thru a storm-cloud the sun shone bright It changed our position, our last year was in sight. Our kourth year was met with a spirit of content. Happy were the hours that we then spent Land was in sight when we looked to the South It looked familiar—it was Cape Lookout. ( ur captain turned to the land with great speed. W e met 14 companions who were in need. Of one more year to complete their course— 1 hey were added to our company—there were 62 of us ( ur boat was in the crew s control W'e beamed with a happiness all aglow. But our tasks were many and the time was short, kor before long we were to land at a port. ( ur goal to be reached was Cape Success And with great honors we were to be blest. Alas! we have landed—our journey is done. | )ur aim was set and now its won. 1 he days have passed and now we are sad To h ave our boat for the Future ahead. I o leave our dear crew who with patience strived Accompanying us with labors and with pride. So parting we leave with a long sigh Happy were the days we spent at Blnme High! SUSAX MERTZ. ('L4SS OE XI.YETEE.Y EIOUTEEA 28 ♦ f 4

Page 32 text:

- 77 a; RETROSPECT-BH'. 1 E men SCHOOL t ♦ ♦ . ♦ ♦ ♦ . Advice to Juniors Three long years have rolled along lint now the future one with its song Conies last but not least for above ail It stands awaiting ready for its call. You third year people may all have scorn And read this with a look so forlorn : But our duty has come to give advice, Advice helpful and good that if may suffice The struggling labor that will stare ablaze ith hardship and trouble which you will face Rut heed—do not weary with this fear For take our advice and keep it near. Your tasks are many and not few, The road is rough which you will pursue But lift these burdens with a ready will That wil take you to the top o f the highest hill Your possibilities are like fields of grain Only grow when purcued: it is all the same With chances that are given to you to approach Take them pleasant and with a silent oath Lastly do your duty whate're it may be And your Future will be happy and carefree. Look to it as a blessing o'er life's weary mile Make it something that's worth the while. So parting we leave you with these words Hoping that you'll think us not absured. —SUSAN C. MERTZ. I I t CLASS OF NINETEEN EIGHTEEN 30 i i • • ♦ t