Central High School - Almanac Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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3111 illiemnrg nf illllarie Hivtggvr Bv LEoNA1zD Ul. G. .-XIQE. Qnee more the Reaper Death has come, Into this world of strife: And with his blade of sharpened edge, Cut off another life. The How'r he took was fair to see, And in its fullest bloom, He thought it best the soul to free, And send her to the tomb. In this light then, it can be seen That all was for the best. For free from pain and suff'ring keen. She now is laid to rest. May God in mercy and in ruth, The mother bless and save: And comfort send in heavenly truth, Of life beyond the grave. In body she has gone from us Beyond the other shore- In spirit. she is still with us in the days before. So hard it is to understand, lYhy one so young is taken: Yet surely in that spirit land. XYe know sl1e's not forsaken. The trials on earth are hard to bear, As every mortal knows: She is not vexed by woe or Care. ll'hile in her sweet repose. Oh, time and tide for no man wait! And soon we too must die: Then may each soul at heaven's Gate. Proelaim its victory bv ! 53

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THE 1914 ALMANAC But wait! Did I not say for four long years? Oh yes, and there 1 first shift wrong the gears, For all of you will no doubt much agree, The training in old Central armory Has not been long, but rather far too short, And soon we'll take possession of life's fort. But what about this army? You might say, Are we a bunch of lighters here today? In answer I will only say these words- If you are not, and one can only urge, 'lHow will you iight the battles of this life? Which are so full of hardships and of strife. IVell now, our training is perhaps all done, And we must organize, yea every one, Our leaders we must know and recognize, Else how can we the enemy surprise? The chief commander, Mr. Gaynian, here, Has giv'n commands that oft have seem'd most But by strict rule and force of discipline, XVe have full well been taught to toe the line. The next in rank is one extremely pious, Lieutenant General, Mr. F, Mathias. This man receives his orders higher up, But just the same he surely gets the cup. Ive often did regret f?5 to hear him speak, My children, there will be no school next week. C011 dear, my fault to say my children, Instead of ladies and young gentlemen, Nevertheless, the former was most sweet To give my verse the proper numb'r of feet.j Besides, there is an army cabinet. The class' ofhcers you'll ne'er forget, Committees too, in council often sit, Supposed to guide out social stunts a bit, Of course. these wise ones always do agree UQ IVhen bullets fly the thickest, don't you see? Oh yes, and there I very near forgot Our rooter, who is always on the spot. So nine loud rah's until you crack your spleen, The boys of nineteen hundred and fourteen ! Excuse me, if I have not mentioned all, My hand is weak, so catch me e'er I fall. 55 queer VY