East Aurora High School - Speculum Yearbook (Aurora, IL)

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I Om S 1 KD. Wada Let,s talk it over. This simple state- ment and a kind smile convey much to students-an assurance of understanding and wise judgment-for these words come from Karl D. Waldo, superin- tendent of east side schools. The progress of East High reflects the wisdom of our superintendent. Because of the splendid work he is doing, he is admired and respected by all East High students, alumni, and faculty. We may not be personally acquainted with each member of the school board but we realize the debt we owe them. They have ably assisted Mr. Waldo, Mr. Walters, and the faculty in making our four years at East High beneficial. 'Me Zocndafg STANDING-Clifton F. Simmons, A. Brandt Walter Scottg George L. Thong Clifford I. Johnson SEATIQD-William Levedahlg Nicholas A. Hermes Olney C. Allen, President, Edna M. Rollins, Secre tary, Fred Klebe. ABSENT--T. E. McKnight. 4.f1.m.: .

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if 4 12+ ma aaa ima Now, foreboding gone and joy returned, we have the privilege of welcoming you home. You have all served with distinction. Some never saw a battle, many have died in battle with you whose nicknames you had hardly time to learn. To all of you we give a warmly ex- tended thanks. dam, Wm Dad QW Sw? What did you see, Soldier? What did you see at war? I saw such glory and horror as I've never seen before. I saw men's hearts burned naked in red crucibles of pain. I saw such godlike courage as I'll never see again. What did you hear, Soldier? What did you hear at war? I heard the prayers on lips of men who never prayed before. I heard men tell their very souls, confessing each dark stain. I heard men speak the sacred things they will not speak again. What did you eat, Soldier? What did you eat at war? I ate the sour bread of fear, the acrid salt of gore. My lips were burned with wine and hate, the scalding drink of Cain. My tongue has known a bitter taste I would not taste again. What did you think, Soldier? What did you think at war? I thought, how strange we have not learned from wars that raged before, Except new ways of killing, new multiples of pain. Is all the blood that men has shed but blood shed all in vain? What did you learn, Soldier? What did you learn at war? I learned that we must learn sometime what was not learned before, That victories won on battlefields are victories won in vain Unless in peace we kill the germs that breed new wars again. What did you pray, Soldier? What did you pray at war? I prayed that we might do the thing we have not done before, That we might mobilize for peace . . . nor mobilize in vain, Lest Christ and man be forced to climb stark Calvary again. From Pilot Bail: Om, Copyright 1943 Used by permission of Dodd, Mead Sz Co

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.. Um pained 0. W Wayne Did you meet him when you registered at high school, or did your acquaintance begin the time you explained to him that you weren't really late for class and so would he do something about that seven- thirty? When you met him, you realized that he was a friend you could count on. Maybe the first time you really appreciated him was when you were in a very dark, gray fog wonder- ing what type of course you should take. An interview with O, V.' dissolved the haze and left you with a complete four year program. Or was it your first Auroran assignment that sent you to his office for information? If so, you'll recall that he had the facts ready and waiting, so clearly stated that you had no difhculty writing the story. Or it may be that a man- to-man talk with Mr. Walters cured that case of wanderlust or spring fever. I liz r 6 as It will be hard for us to picture East High without Mr. Walters. He will be leaving E.H.S. at the end of this school year to join his family in Tucson, Arizona, because of the health of his younger son, David. The school and the community will miss him. Mr. Walters came to Aurora on july 18, 1928, as principal of East High and re- mained at that post longer than any other principal in the history of Aurora schools. No East High student will ever forget his motto: Do the thing you are supposed to do at the time you are supposed to do it. Yes, when Mr. Walters leaves, part of the tradition of East High will go with him. Goodbye, Mr. Walters, we know how much you will miss East High and we hope you realize how much East High will miss you. May God be with you. l