Bowling Green High School - Hi Echo Yearbook (Bowling Green, OH)

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IIIIIIIIIIllmlITIIIIIIAIIIIlllllllmlllllllhlllIlll-55546351135 llllhlllIlIIIlimiIIIImilIllllllllllllllllmllll just Work Certainly, an old subject-yet, thank goodness, like the water of the sea, you can't use it up. Work is one of our greatest blessings. In some inexplicable way, we meet our work. fall in love with it, become married to it, and then live happily ever after. What a Wonderful opportunity is afforded to improve the Way we do our work,-just a little better each day than the clay before, until we become masters. Pleasure comes at first from the effort to do, it grows with the ability to accomplish, and enriches the life permanently with the service performed. Tl1e Spirit with which work is done has much to do' with the reaction upon the life of the doer. Work must be done with some great ideal in mind. The man who drives truth home to the lives of a people is performing a great serviceg the growing of crops keeps humanity from starvingg the service of mothers grows out of the ideal of love. We can go through a myriad of annoying details, when guided by the light of a great ideal. Only a few people in the world escape the rigor of work, and these deserve both our pity and contempt. The purpose underlying all our school Work is, not to get us out of work, but to help us to do more and better work. We study that we may the better work. Joy is jubilant along the walk of willing Workers. WORK MOTTO We learned to do, we did, we're done. We worked from morn to set of sung Our hearts were light and free from care, Because we walked where brave men dare. ' D. C. B. 10 IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllllllllIlllll 1'-502-lilllllIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIllllllIlllllllllllmllllll