Eagle River High School - Northern Trail Yearbook (Eagle River, WI)

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THE NORTHERN TRAIL Senior Class Motto THE CLASS of 1929 has selected. Impossible is Un-American for their motto. The time has arrived when each individual of the class must choose for himself what he will do in life.' Whether he suc- ceeds or not depends upon how many. times he says I can not, or it is impossible. Ambition is a keyword to success, by which the mind is stimulated to seek those things which are helpful in developing the type of work one chooses. The road to success may be rocky and rough, there being many ob- stacles to be met and overcome before the goal is reached. Some may never attain this goal because the hardships before them are too diflicult to be overcomeg others may fail because of lack of encouragementg still others may fail because they do not think it worth their time to strive for those things most helpful to them in life. In choosing our life's work, let us choose wisely. Some may select types of work which promise distinction and notoriety while others will choose those which interest them most and from which the greatest benefit and happiness will be derived. The person who chooses the lat- ter type of work will undoubtedly prove the most successful, interest and ambition spurring him on to seek the newer and better things of life. May the motto selected by the class of 1929 dwell forever in the heart and mind of each member, that he may be prepared to meet what Fate has to offer him, and that he may strive, to the best of his ability, to lead a Worthwhile life. The meaning of our motto is best expressed in Longfe1loW's poem The Rainy Day. Be still sad heart and cease repining, Behind the cloud is the sun still shiningg Thy fate is the common fate of all, A Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary. as Senior Appreciation As Juniors we thought our Prom was the best that could be given, but as Seniors, we must say the Juniors of this year certainly made the scene of the Prom a beautiful one. We are sure that this Prom of 1929 will be a pleasant memory for many years to come. Each Senior wishes to express his or her gratitude for the untiring efforts of the Juniors and Miss Seim.. In leaving the old high school the Seniors Wish the Juniors all the happiness and success in their Senior year that the Class of 1929 have enjoyed. Page forty

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THE NORTHERN TRAIL JOHN SANBORN English 1 Class Play 13 Oratory 2. There surely must be some hard work in him for none eve comes out. I' MARGARET BENSON Commercial Basket Ball 1-2-43 Glee Club lj clamatory 13 Member of Home Eco- De- nomics Club 23 Annual Staff 43 Hi Times Staff 4. She is mischievous, but oh, so innocent. IRMA RAND Commercial Class Play 13 Declamatory 13 Annu- al Staff 4. Never worry worry, till worry worries you. LAURA HEBERT Commercial Class Play lg Basket Ball 13 Oper- etta 3'4Q Hi Times Staff 3-43 Home Economics Club 23 Glee Club 2-3-4. I work eight hours-sleep eight hoursfand that leaves me eight hours for love. WESLEY SMITH Latin Class President 23 Class Play 23 Hi Times Staff 4. I may live without poetry or walking, But, who in the world can live without talking? - ELSIE JOHNSON Commercial Glee Club 23 Hi Times Staff 43 An- nual Staff 4. A quiet maiden intent on her work. Page thirty-nine We know that her duties she never will shirkf'

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Page forty-one THE NORTHERN TRAIL The Class of 1929 There's a wish among the Seniors, To print their message here, To their many fellow-students And their teachers fond and dear. We have tried to boost the High School Keeping Honor first in view. In activities there is no doubt, We have always boosted too. We've endeavored to be Loyal And we've been, they all will say, Ever reaching near and nearer To our distant goal each day. Hand in hand we've always traveled, Through winding Disappointment Lane, 0'er the bridge of Honest Study, Through sunshine or through rain, Up the hill of trial and Hard Work Cautiously We've ever trod. Never slipping from the path of Chance, While we Walked that precious sod. If we'd strayed from beaten pathway We'd have faced our hated foe, We'd have fallen in the waters Of dread Failure just below. With our eyes directed onward, Always looking for the best, We have crossed the bridge in safety To the land of Fair Success. So to those we leave behind us, This advice we give to youg If you'll follow in our footsteps Then success will bless you too. Now we hope you won't forget us, And our memory here shall dwell, With that comfort we must leave you, We must bid you farewell.