Climax Township High School - Blue and Gold Yearbook (Climax, MI)

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PRESIDENT'S ADDRESS Having been chosen, the last two years, by my fellow class- mates, as president of the Senior Class of 1948, it is my pleasure at this time to express a few thoughts in their behalf. We have come to realize throughout our school life, and, especially during the last four years, as our minds became more mature, that we are all builders. We are building a structure which we call life. Our years of school are but the first blocks, and we have tried to shape them wisely and well and to make the most of the opportunities which have been placed before us, realizing that our tomorrows, what we are and what we do, depend upon our todays and how we use them. Thoreau has told us that it is all right to build castles in the air, that that is where they should be: but, it is up to us to put the foundation under these castles. If we build today on a solid foundation we should not have to worry much for tomorrow, be- cause tomorrow will adjust itself if we are properly prepared. I do want to stress this truth that unless we build that which cannot be seen, as well and efficiently as that which can be seen, we should not have built well. Every member of the Senior Class intends to be an honor- able citizen who is respected by his fellowmeng one who fills his niche in the world to the best of his ability in order to help form a more nearly perfect society. Our God knows everything we do, just or unjust. After all we must live with ourselves, so let us, members of the Senior Class of 1948 build such a well-balanced solid structure that we shall have more abundant life. BY Robert Haas

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A PERPLEXING PROBLEM We've often wondered long and deep V We've, figured and we've worried We've sat up nights and lost our sleep And through our meals have hurried: We've drawn on every known resource For helpful inforrnation. We've sought the aid of every force Discovered since Creation. But all we've done avails us not We stand on failure's brink We can't find out if Seniors have The faculties to think. We've watched them as they walked the street Or swam the social ocean: We've searched their heads and viewed their feet And studied every motion. We've gazed into their vacant eyes, And weighed each blank expression To solve the problem if we could, And find the missing link, That might decide the claim for good That Seniors really think. But we've about made up our minds To quit and go to farming: The proof against them, we do find ls surely not alarming. Their words, their deeds, their apish' Not only make us weary, But teach us that nobody cared A fig about our query. In fairness, though, we must admit fUnless he takes to drink, That the Seniors might make a social hit If they can really thinklv -The Faculty- airs