Conneaut High School - Tattler Yearbook (Conneaut, OH)

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we are capable. So with our building completed, some glad da the Angel of Death may pull down life’s scaffolding and set forever in the sunshine that structure built of thoughts, the stately mansion reared in the mind, the “building not made with hands,” the character “eternal in the heavens' RUTII ANDREWS. 22

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must run for the rest of our days? That we have mistaken our .vocation? That our ability is wasted? On the other hand with our decision wisely made, our building begun, wc may cast into it a full heart, and expend upon it all our energies, nor fear that we will do too much for we are not working for money nor for fame, but each for the joy of the working, and Let us do our work as well, both the unseen and the seen; Make the house where gods may dwell, beautiful, entire and clean. Among the suggestive legends of the Indians is one on the lost opportunity. It tells how the good genius desiring to bestow a blessing upon a beautiful damsel took her to a large field of corn saying:— Daughter, in the field before us, the ears of corn, in the hands of those who pluck them in faith, shall have talismanic virtues and the virtue shall be in proportion to the size and beauty of the ear gathered. Thou shalt pass through the field once and pluck one ear. It must be taken as thou guest forward, and thou shalt not stop in thy path, nor shalt thou retrace a single step in quest of thine object. Select an car' full and fair, and according to its size and beauty shall be its value to thee as a talisman. The maiden thanked the good genius and then set forward upon her quest. As she advanced she saw many ears of corn large, ripe and beautiful, such as calm judgment might have told her would possess virtues enough, but in her eagerness to grasp the very best, she left these fair ears behind, hoping that she might find one still fairer. At length, as the day was closing she reached a part of the field where the stalks were shorter and thinner and the ears very small and shriveled. She now regretted the lovely ears she had left behind, and disdained to pick from the poor show around her. for here she found not an ear which bore perfect grain. She went on. but alas! only to find the stalks more and more feeble and blighted, until at last, as the day was closing and the night coming on, she found herself at the end of the field without having plucked an ear of any kind. She saw her folly when too late. God grant that this may not be our fate but that when finished, our life work may be a record of well spent years employed in the one task, the making of manhood or womanhood and that dying we may exclaim with Horace Greely ‘'Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident, riches take wings, those who cheer today will curse tomorrow, only one thing endures— Character. Dear Teachers: Our hearts throb with gratitude to you for your painstaking efforts in our behalf. We would thank you for your expressed desire for our future, and above all we would thank you for those countless hours when you fain would have rested but which must be spent under the study lamp deciphering hieroglyphics which our carelessness had made a formidable task. We thank you for making our school days so full of sunshine, and if at any moment we have caused you pain we ask your forgiveness. We thank the Superintendent and the Board of Education for their interest in providing us with capable teachers and for the honor they bestow upon us tonight. My dear classmates, we have now come to the parting of the ways, we are on the brink of separation. Never more will we all meet together in hall or classroom of old C. II. S. Many pleasures have been ours. The world has ever as yet presented its sunny side. But should darkness come in the future, we still have Memory, a wonderful possession, where all the pleasures of youth are stored. Memory! through which it is given to the soul to rise above age. pain, and earth’s troubles and revel in the beauty and fragrance of youthful friendships and pleasures. May the records on the pages of memory of C. II. S. ever prove a stimulus to the best motives and highest ambitions of which

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