Brockton High School - Brocktonia Yearbook (Brockton, MA)

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BROCKTONIA Glass QBIIB O bright torch of wisdom, guide us Into realms of precious lore, Making feeble rays beam brighter As life's treasures we explore. Brimming hearts o'erflow with sad- ness, Yet hope lends a cheering gleam: High ambitions solace sorrow, Though the future veils our dream, Rich are we in tender friendships Formed in days of happiness, Noble precepts, held unblemished, Grace long years of joy or stress. May all friendships fondly cher- ished- Vivid, true, as mem'ry's guest, Find abode with loving comrades Whom acquaintance long has blest. Wisdom strengthens falt'ring foot- steps As departure now draws near: Truth and love hath life to offer. If 'tis virtue we revere. Bear aloft unsullied pennons, And with purpose soaring high, Seek new friendships, live undaunted, Foster neither sob nor sigh. Make the star of faith our beacon Follow well her shining ray: Let us pray for love and vision, Courage to complete the day. Fear no peril or temptation When truth's armor once is donnedg Righteousness proves e'er victorious Gver evil's luring wand. Madeleine W. Cote, '27, EL 2554

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BROCKTONIA 31 I TQNNNNN 'il , x w i t tier. THE RULER OF GODS AND MEN When we shall be but ashes, and our souls shall have passed to the Great Beyond, when new continents shall have risen upon the face of the deep, and the earth shall have been covered with the 'widely scattered wreck of vanished nations', the name of Pausanias will still be engraved in the thundering annals of history. Thy words ring with true prophecy, my friend. The feats of the great Pausanias rival only those of Ares and his marvellous strength is worthy even of the envy of Heracles. Zeus, mighty cloud-scat- terer, has granted him many bounte- ous gifts. Still, his grim bearing and sor- rowful features portray a life of tragedy rather-than the joyous, radi- ant existence that a darling of the fates enjoys. 'Can it be that ye have not heard the unhappy tale which winged rumor has long ago conveyed to my ears? Can it be that ye know not the sad story of the love of Pausanias of Sparta and Zanzettea of Athens? l crept nearer to the meagre camp fire, my eyes alight, listening intent- ly. Notwithstanding the fact that my lot was then only that of a poor Athenian slave, once had l been taught the art of reading by the Sophists and through the medium of their teachings and so had I grown to love the Muses that even a simple narrative was to me almost a divine boon. Although many changes have been wrought by the passing of the years, although my back is bent and my hair and beard are grey, this story of the love of the son and daughter of two hostile empires lies yet as fresh in my memory as when it was first related around the Spartan camp fire: Thou knowest full well, my read- ers, that at the end of the Pelopon- nesian War the people of Athens were subjected to the utmost cruelties. Our long walls were broken up, All the ships of our famed fleet save twelve were given over to the enemy, and we, ourselves, were forced to do the bidding of the Spartans by sea and land. We felt our servile condi- tion very keenly and much hatred was expressed against the Spartan Dogs . The old men who had heard Pericles speak from the Bema, that celebrated pulpit of the Athenian orators, and who had been members of the Ecclesia when our glorious em- pire had been at its height, vowed that sooner would they dwell in Hades forever than do reverence to the Spartans. For many days and nights pande- monium had reigned in Athens. Cn every side was a mob of agitated people, weeping, crowding. Shrill