Bradenton High School - Macohi Yearbook (Bradenton, FL)

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Our heroes worked, Our great men weren't afraid to use their hands. Washington was a stock raiser and surveyor. Franklin was a printer. Jefferson was a former. Edison was a telegraph operator Lincoln split rails. Paul Revere was a silversmith. They pushed through the forest primeval Clear through to the western shore: They tackled each job as they found it, They whipped it and then asked for more. Heavy odds could never unnerve them. Faith and work the rallying cry- Though the day looked dark and the job looked tough- It was Roll up your sleeves and try! Covered Wagon Days weren't holidays. Teaching prairies to bloom wasn't play. Building Homes on the Range was no picnic for wives and mothers. Bringing in a thousand head of cattle isn't a lazy man's job. Ribbons of steel from east to west, Bridges and smokestacks and bustle: Work started them off: work saw them through- Just work and American muscle. i Oh, Beautiful for Spacious Skies.. .' Oh, beautiful lor clean, light factories Oh, beautiful for long, white roads Oh, beautiful for girdered bridges Oh, beautiful for fertile farrnlands Oh, beautiful for mines and oil wells Oh, beautiful for men at work -with the will to work! Heove-ho, my hearties Put the shoulder to the wheel Where there's a will there's a way Spit on your hands and do it. The Irish came over to work more and fight less The Swedes brought over their skill The English expanded in this country The Germans and the Italians The Hungarians and the Letts- No matter their former latherland -joined America in the will to work. Here, men worked harder because There was more to work for. Here, wornen worked harder because The American home was worth it. We built better cars for us to drive We built better radios for us to hear We raised better foods for us to eat We built better homes for us to live in. Then come those easy-come, easy-go times, We got a little soft . . . we got a little flabby The music went round and round lt went in there , . . It came out here When it came to our will to work lt was pretty much, Let George do it. -and he didn't. But when the whistle blew- By the dawn's early light That will to work was still there! Today America is working. America is working as it never worked before As it has never wanted to work before -free hands building faster planes -free hands bringing in the sheaves -free hands building stronger tanks Machines turning ..Production moving at work. -Free hands keeping America free. Here, no HeiI to a foreman No slaving in terror or dread Of our own free will and volition We work for our daily bread. Work, work, work, work Work with a will--for we're free Work, work, work, work From sea to shining sea. Work, work, work, work Our country 'tis of thee Work, work, work, work, Sweet land of liberty Men Courtesy of the Hoover Company

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ln I776 o natlon was born Detlncatetl to the pmposltmn that All men are created equal and All men have the birthright of work. We fired shots hearrl 'round the worlrl We never gave up the ship. We helrl our fire till we saw the whites of their eves. Then, we went back to the rob. When in the course ot human events Not one cent tor tribute-millions for defense One it by land in that old church steeple- Ot the people, by the people, for the people. Great worfls, soul stirring words To echo rlown the corridors of tnme, But an between l-lrstorlc Moments We chopped clown trees. . . drove coverecl wagons Lalcl out roads , , . briclgecl rivers Staked out hontesteads . . built log cabins. lf llbertv as worth anything, it is worth liqhtlng lor. If a country is worth fighting for, it is worth working for From I776 to now is merely an eye-bl ln the age of the warlcl. ink Yet the Country has came farther and clone more ln One Hundred Sixty-acld years Than any other nation In ten centuries, --Courage was part of it. --Foresight was part of nt, --lngenuitv was part at it. Bat nine-tenths of the rob was Work, Work. The will to work, And then more work, No tree so big we couldn't chop it. No hill so high we couldn't top it. No stream so strong we couldn't shac kle No job so tough we wouIdn't tackle it. We have worked harder than the Romans or Germans or French. We have gone farther We will go farther still. lt we clon't forget how to work, NXT

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6 DEDICATION To Pop Grant. who has taught us not only the ap- preciation ol music, but also the value of laughter, courage, and kindness, we dedicate this annual in token ol our love and esteem. f c 3 1 1 1' xl i