Canonsburg High School - Canon Log Yearbook (Canonsburg, PA)

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PLEIAD 1923 Life J. C. Bedillion Short, swift. and pregnant are tl1e vicissitudes of life. lVe are as grass or the flowers of the field, for ephermal and syco- phantic are our lives. Short? Yes, with so many things to ac- complish. Birth, babyhood, childhood, manhood. death, come and go for the generation in forty-five yea1's. In that short time the ea1'th resounds to the tramping of millions, to the innocent prattle of children, to the rattle and clang of the Age of Steel, to the laugh of the mirthful a11d to the mourner's wail. ln that short span the Past emerges into the Present, the Present birth throws into an Eternity, which cycles forever. ln that time are born ideals to build character, education, which guides the vocation and the avocationg and those steel cables, habits, that wrap their strands about the soul, to stifle or to stabilize. Enthusiastic youth faces the future full of roseate clouds with silver lingings, and full of worlds to conquer. Man- hood, energized by past accomplishments, seeks to outdo and over-reach his ancestors by building surmountable air castles and day-dreaming of the future. Thus time rolls on, and life en- riches-itself. Life seizes labor, and, with its multitudinous offerings, grows rich in enjoyments, happy in solving difficulties, or miserable and weak from its body and mind exactions. Nothing gives joy as achievement, unless, it may be, brotherly kindness to fellow man. liabor is not drudgery. Make no mistake. Labor is the elixir of life, which fills all lands with red-blooded men ready for any duty. Labor makes the red wine of life sing in the veins of man until life ends in one grand, sweet song. lVhat is a complete, satisfying life? NVe have never fully answered that question, because perfection has not been attained. But herein lies satisfaction, young man, young woman: belief in God: cleanliness of mind and body, reading good literature, a happy, comfortable home where love prevails, education through books, travel, and vocation, leisure time not wasted, social inter- course with the great and the good, suppression of self for coin- munity betterment, right use of citizenship. But why go fur- ther? Our destiny lies in our own hands, therefore success or failure rests with us. The fault lies not in our stars, but in our- selves if be underlingsf' Be good, young friends, And let who will be clever. Do noble things, Not dream them all day long, So make Life, Death, And that vast Forever, One grand, sweet song.

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PLEIAD 1923 Class History ot' '23 My, isn't it a grand illlll glorious feeling! One September morning in '18 such whispered sentiments circulated among the members of the largest and greenest Freshman class that had ever crossed the great divide into C. H. S. But even Freshmen are useful, for, if it were not for them, D2ll'YV1l1,S theory would be discredited for lack of corroborative evidence. If the degree of a man's intelligence is indicated by the rapidity with which he adjusts himself to his environment, the rating of tlns class might rival that of our primitive ancestors. Although the adjustment was slow, this verdant mass tinally discovered that X was used elsewhere tl1an on Hour sacks, and that Moonsoon was not the proprietor of a chop suey establishment. If finished world from chaos grew, And mighty oaks from acorns too, No freshman then should ere despair, To reach the end with proper care. ln due time the above mentioned mass evolved into that pro- duct ot sophistication recognized by the world at large as Sopho- mores, There we were, wise and otherwiseg wise in our own con- ceit, Zlllfl otherwise in the conception ot others. One of the out- standing evidences of this evolution was a change in color, XVe, enveloped in our egoism, thought that we were blushing to think how green we had been for the past year: but the upper classmen did not share this point of view, seeming to concede it rather as a symbol of our Bolshevistic attitude. flint even Sophomores have to work. Foremost among our trial and tribulations was Caesar. Perhaps we don 't remember much about it, but at least we know that all Faesar is divided into four booksg the first of which is translated by the teacherg the other three by that which in the language of the teachers is called translations, ' in our lan- guage, 'A ponies. Woe to us, had the process of adjustment stopped there. But it did not. Our attitude in this third szage was more serious and natural. Here we had the meek and modest Junior, constantly developing a Sense of his own suftlciencyg the earnest worker now finding that all that glistens is not gold. Indeed, we began to realize that the more we learn, the more we know that we do not know. Seniors! Freshman grass green somewhat faded: Sophomore wis- dom partly effervescedg Junior all sufficiency slightly jolted, with sup- posed Senior dignity much to be sought for. Owing to the different pro- portions in which these qualities are mixed the Senior class is not a unified mass. With some the verdant hue of the Freshman still predom- inates, while with others, the crimson hue of the Sophomore blazes forth: However, when occasionally these ingredients are mixed in the proper proportions, we have the perfect Senior. He is one of those illustrious humans who does not consider High School a place to spend time, but a preparation for the realization of the ideals of life. Our high school career is over at last, Those memorable days of pleasure are past, If every fond hope has failed to come true, And every one failed to do all that he knew, Yet each has gained much in four years of quest, And the future we'll face and hope for the best. W. MeV.