Clarion University of Pennsylvania - Sequelle Yearbook (Clarion, PA)

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THE SEQUELLE MEMORIES BY DAD. Memories, sweet memories, Are stealing o ' er me now; And the touch of care no long Is felt upon my brow. From out the misty past a voice, So dear is calling me; And back in answer to its call, I haste to mother ' s knee. Memories, sweet memories. They weave their mystic spell; They bring me gentle music. Like the chiming of a bell. And as its wondrous tones so sweet. Fill all the ambient air. The sweetest one among them all, I hear my mother ' s prayer: Holy Father guard my child; Lead him safely through the wild; Shield him from earth ' s toils and snares; Keep him through life ' s many ca res. Prom his heart remove all doubt; Keep him pure within, without; Ever present at his side. In all things be Thou his guide. Let Thy spirit win his feet. E ' en into the heavenly street. May the walls of purest gold, Ever-more my child enfold. Dear Lord, forgive these troubled tears; I will trust Thee for all his years. Oh Heavenly Father, to Thee I give the child Thou gavest me. Memories, smeet memories. Are coming to me still; They make my burden lighter. And with peace my heart they fill. My mother ' s prayers are calling From the shores of long ago; And by the Living Waters, Does the answer come — I know.

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THE SEQUEULE Dear Class of Nineteen Hundred Twenty-Two — Do the years ahead seem very long to you? Do coming events seem pleasant and bright? Is the future aglow with rose tinted light? in visions of bliss do no shadov rs fall. Nothing but bright rose tints, no gray hues at all? That ' s not life as you ' ll meet it, Twenty Two ; Life s scroll in unrolling will bring more to you. Nought but Lift ' s pleasures will mean much of loss; For these are but merely its glitter and dross. Life has its pleasures, but great duties call; Life ' s joys and Life ' s duties will come to us all. Some, on Life ' s journey, the Lost Chord may sound; And down through the ages its echoes resound. Non nobis solum, there is no nobler goal; V ' ours but to make of life a perfected whole. Life is before you: From its fated road you may not turn. Not yours to tread or leave the unknown way; You m ust go e ' er it, meet ye what ye may. Gird up your soul within you to the deed; Angels and fellow spirits bid you speed.

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THE SEQUELLE STAFF Reba Jeannerat Editor Pearle Newton Assistant Ethel McElhattan Arts Leon Silzle News Dorothy McCormick Jokes Martha Crooks Athletics Mario Kerschbaumer Athletics Erma Sayers Y. W. C. A. McClelian Bashline Y. M. C. A. Secondary School Contributors Martha Campbell Personals Catherine Lewis Personals Irene Shea Art Phyllis Arnold Art Florence Smalley Editor I Chief Vance D. Brown Manager Esther Drev f Assistant Alice Brooks Historian Gladys Arnold Music Rudolph Whifmei Jokes Lester Platte Jokes Sarah Pickens Assistant Daniel Caulk Manager Ruth Rimer, Assistant