Central High School - Centralian Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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THE mmm PUBLISHED BY SENIORCLASSES CENTRAL ItICfl SCHOOL H1NNEAP0LIS MINN

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To Our Boys in the Service. TRAMP—TRAMP—the boys in khaki and the boys in navy blue! They arc marching down our streets: they are training in our schools and camps. They are answering the grim call of war. From east and west, from south and north they come, more and yet more, marching on. ever on. under the Red. White, and Blue. We thought at first that only a few would be called, but the scores have swelled to hundreds, the hundreds to thousands, the thousands to hundreds of thousands. And still the Bugle calls, the Drum still beats to arms! Of this vast and ever-growing host of America’s boys pressing forward with young eagerness and brave, set faces to offer their lives in this most holy cause for which men have ever fought on bloodstained battle-fields, our school is bearing no mean share. W ho. as he passes along our corridors and catches a glimpse of our beautiful Service Flag with its stars, can fail to thrill with pride as he thinks: “There arc our representatives.” In different parts of our own beloved land—on the farms, in the camps, manning our ships—and across the seas in beautiful, tortured, glorious France, in heroic, martyred Belgium, you are paying our debt. Boys of Central High, you stand in the firing line for us. doing the work we would fain do but cannot. In Red Cross or Y. M. C. A. ork. as ambulance drivers or engineers you are nobly stepping into the breech in behalf of Freedom. Justice, and Humanity. For you know that “The right is more precious than peace.” You arc honoring us; we shall not fail to honor you. Our hearts, our hopes, and our prayers are with you. Not a day shall we fail to remember you until that glad day comes when with bells ringing and waving banners, with smiles and tears and laurels for your crowning we welcome you home again. But all this will not make you vain, for you will return to us tested and tried in the fierce crucible of war. There will be a new light in your eyes, a new firmness in vour step, for you will have lived through experiences seldom granted to the life of a man. You will have gone down to the depths and touched the heights. You will have learned to know yourselves and to know your God. The little meannesses and pettinesses of a small, treadmill existence that threatened to make up all of life but a few short years ago, will all have fallen away; and courage, unselfishness, self-sacrifice, will have made life a now and glorious thing. For “Honor has come back like a King to earth; and Nobleness walks in our ways again: and we have come back into our heritage. And so. wherever you may be. Boys of Old Central, let this book carry you our greeting and “all hail. Ye salute you. and bid you godsjK ed as you give for your country and for humanity “the last full measure of devotion.” Grnce A. Williams.