Central High School - Blackhawk Yearbook (Davenport, IA)

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 THE BLA6KH WK ASSEMBLED A PUBLISHED Mh CLASS f 1922 . ““DA EHFOKI HIGH SCHOOL THE SIXTH VOLUME iii

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TO THE RED AND BLUE Let all who love our dear, old High And who would celebrate her fame. All come together in all sorts of weather And loud her praise proclaim. Let every voice ring to the sky Until the echoes, answ’ring true. Give praise again in a joyous refrain To our dear old Red and Blue. CHORUS— So it’s hail to old Davenport, And hail to our colors true! We will honor thee forever. Hail to the Red and Blue! Let us recount our victories. And read with pride our honor roll; We must admit that they make quite a hit. With every game a goal. And may our triumphs so increase With every honest, hard-worn score, Another cup will be promptly put up In the cabinet by the door. Oh, let us work for D. H. S., For all too soon these days are o’er; Our happy days, our careless, happy days. Our school days come no more. And let us love our D. H. S. And keep her memory green and true Through all the years, through all our smiles and tears, Our beloved Red and Blue!

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FOREWORD WE have embodied in this yearbook a certain symbolism of the Indian with the purpose of re-establishing the original people of our val- ley in memory. In the period of the Indian, the councilfires of the Sacs, Sioux, and Ottawas were emblems of tribal potency in his domain. Today the Red Man is restricted to the servitude of the reser- vations, where he is wont to pass a stoical existence —the remnants of a fallen race. As a tribal host, the Indian shares history; yet as a scattered people, he is gradually being forgotten. The destiny of the Red Man resembles in its ele- ments and phases the course of a class. While band- ed together as a class we represent the pinnacle of achievements for that group, as did the Indian in his tribal state. And as the Redskin passed into obli- vion upon exodus from his primeval domain, so does a class vanish as a unit when its members enter life’s individualism. As the wigwam hieroglyphics, the wampum, and the basketry reflect the Indian today, even though exiled; so may this book recall our activities as a class in the years which lie beyond.