Des Moines Technical High School - Engineer Yearbook (Des Moines, IA)

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CLASS ORATION I Am My Brother's Keeper Long, long ago the world cared little and knew less about its brother. Each individual lived in his own bounds, seeking for himself the necessary food and clothing to sustain life, sharing nothing with his weaker brother who, no doubt, was left to perish. NVith the growth of clans and tribes, jealousy took sway, the stronger overcoming the weaker clan in an attempt to abolish its neighbor. The greater.the number conquered, the stronger the tribe. Brutal physical strength and power prevailed. It was the only means by which anything was accomplished. Gradually the tribes became so large that it was necessary to remain in a definite, selected spot. Thus, the beginning of cities took place. It was immediately realized that if hundreds and thousands of people were to refrain from quarreling with, or attacking one another, some form of government was necessary. In this new bond of unity a common, human relationship was created. with the result that the people did not fear one another as they did in the days of old. They became aware of the fact that their brothers, like themselves, had difficulties to meet, sorrows to overcome, and happiness to enjoy. With the incoming tide of people, nations were formedg and as these nations were formed the bond of human relationship was drawn tighter and tighter until today countries the world over are doing more for humanity than ever before. They are united in thought, action, and pur- poseg and in order to successfully move forward, they must have the co-operation of every individual. In this great modern era of marvelous inventions and unheard of changes, we are thrown in contact more and more with the great mass of restless humanity. The clothes we wear, the food we eat, and the articles we use in our daily routine of life have all passed through the hands of millions of people before we could enjoy them. Therefore, we, as brothers, are interested in the welfare of the millions upon whom we are dependent. All over the world organizations, such as churches, the Y. M. C. A. and Y. VV. C. A., the American Red Cross, and international associations, have been organized for ye generall goode. XVhat is life but the giving of self in service for others? Each year greater privileges and responsibilities await us. VVhat we have failed to accomplish in the past has moved into oblivion with the passing of 1926. Thirteen

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CLASS POEM The sun upon the woodland hills, The ice-bound little lakes and rills, The blasting winds from the northland moan And speak in a muflied undertone. They say, You are the youth of the landg The words you speak, the deeds you do Are those which we will understand As what is really meant by 'youf Because of this we do command. To thine Alma Mater be thou true. Give to the world the best you can. And the best will return to you. Before you lies the unknown world The haunting lure of gold and fame, Again I say, 'Be true, my friend, If not for self, protect W'est's name. v Thy days of childhood now are gone, The dead past holds them in its grasp, Now eyes. of industry' look on, And givegtio you a friendly clasp. The past four years you've spent in XVest, And there you've worked and toiled and sweat You've also laughed and played and dancedg Profit and pleasure you have met. As you pass through the open door A thought you've never had before Comes from within and like a hiss, It sings a song of XN'est like this: Unce more her portals open wide, Gnce more a class is passing through, Once more springs up on every side, A group of leaders, strong and true. Our only prayer as we go on Is that she shall, in every way, Promote the standards she has won, Go onward, upward, every day.' DALE MCCAY. Twelve

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Now new opportunities await us with the coming of the infant, 1927. May we open our eyes to behold his glory! VVe can see him in the dis- tance as he beckons us to follow him through deep, dark, and swampy jungles, over rugged mountain topsg and across angry billows of the stormy seas, to a life of peace, happiness, and contentment, which is ob- tained only through service for others. VVe shall follow him. No longer shall we nurse the wounds of 1926. Great possibilities lie just around the corner. The foamy tide of humanity is sweeping in upon us, waiting for us to respond to its callg and in order to cope successfully with life, we must equip ourselves with the necessary ammunition-fhope, unsellishness, courage, ambition, truth, faith, and love. We can all strive for that goal in life that the great journalist, Edward Bok, reached- To make the world a little bit better because we have lived in it. And, when we have lived a life well rounded with service for others, we can answer the question of Cain of old, I am my brother's keeper. LILLIAN SANDY. SENIOR PLAY Love and hate, intrigue of a harmless sort, with sufncient humor con- stituted the action in The Colonel's Maidf' presented December 17th, as the traditional Senior play. The story tells of the hatred of two colonels for each other and of the forbidden romance between their two children. Ben Jacobson and Roy Frowick portrayed the roles of the two colonels with the proper fervor and eloquence, while Dorothy Craig, as Aunt Emily, character- ized the match-making mother and the fault-finding sister-in-law with her usual skill. Fred Akes, as Ching, the chinese cook, was a general favorite with his alibis and ridiculous schemes to head off the domestic troubles in the household. Maybelle Pearce and Arthur Jensen were all that could be demanded of the lovely heroine and handsome hero. Esther McCartney and Joe Sutherland played their difficult roles to the complete satisfaction of the audience, and Dale McCay's interpretation of the family lawyer was equally successful. Fourteen