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

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AmeS CLASS POEM As the liquid flow of music From the robin ' s throat at dawn Prophesies the coming of the day; So this bright commencement morning, As its light steals o ' er the lawn, Brings us to the parting of the vay. Let us peep into the future, Though its misty veil is spread. Keeping from all eyes the wonders there. Dow n the long, green, hallowed vista Souls by great ambition led Find their courses planned ■with utmost care. Though we draw aside the curtain. And our eager, anxious eyes Search for secrets that the fates fortell; Question after question rises. Yet no answ er can we find. Is there naught to break this magic spell? But our vision of the future Merely blurs as visions will. Here and there some landmark standeth clear As a dream, a plan, or fancy. While the rest in shadow steps; So w e turn away with mingled joy and fear. Then a voice from out the silence. Like the winds at eventide. Solemnly is w afted to our ears: — You have chosen for your lifew ork Through the storm of coming years Not a beautous bed of roses. Not a dreary vale of tears But a garden has been planted. Duty bids you tend the flowers Guard and guide each tiny tendril. Work with patience hours and hours; Work with prayer through all tomorrows. Through the sunshine, through the showers. — Helen Burtop, ' 23. 18

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SENIOR CLASS OFFICERS CAROLINE STROMQUIST President CLAIRE PATTERSON Vice President MARTHA CAMPBELL Secretary KENNETH HESS Treasurer CLASS COLORS MAROON AND WHITE CLASS FLOWER Ameiican Beauty Rose. CLASS MOTTO Non Solum Nobis CLASS YELL Boom a lack a Boom a lack a Hi a rarka rec WE are the class of ' 23 Nifty and peppy Smart n liigh steppy. Admit it you must We ' ve kicked up a dust We ' ll win out or bust See-E 1-9-2-3 RAM!

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-WWA- S 4SEQUELLEJ925 CLASS HISTORY The Class of 1923! What a thrill those magic words will give us when, old and hoary, we quietly reminisce about our school life! You wonder what pleasures you can recall? How about your first day, your first hour at this co-educational institution? Did you not feel then that, as a class, you were destined to do great things? Maybe at that time you did not know that you were to be gazed upon, frowned upon, and beamed upon by your superiors (the Seniors) every time you tried to have a particular day for stunts. However, you soon discovered this to be the case. If. during your reminiscence you have a girl friend near you — a girl friend who roomed in Navarre Hall — she may be able to tell you how she discovered (on a certain Saturday when the Seniors were conspicuously absent) what good housekeepers they were. You must be very careful, however, not to ask her any embarrassing questions! Can you remember the picnic on the Decoration Day of your Junior year? Did you have enough sandwiches? Did you show the Seniors what a good time you could plan for them. Perhaps you think vour Senior year was rather uneventful. If you were lucky enough to teach the first semester, think of Stony Lonesome. What a picnic that was, and what a congenial chauffeur Mr. Curll was! You must not forget the various informal parties, the athletics in the school, the class you had, the pupils you taught, and perhaps the most pleas- urable of all — the opportunity, long looked forward to, of delightfully enter- taining the student body and the faculty with a brief talk on current events, or of guiding them along the flowery paths of music by waving a baton. The date, February 5, you will want to pass over rather hurriedly. That was the day Navarre Hail was almost submerged under a flood of tears. The teaching grades for first semester were at last nut At this point, the I.Tst episode of your reminiscence, you will probably take your granddaughter on your knee and tell her that she must plan to go to Clarion State Normal School, so that when she is old and hoary like you, she will have as much enjoyment thinking of her school days as you have had. — Mary Horton ' 23. 19