East High School - Orient Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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« Alma Mater Words by Bertha Scran tom Poole. Sweet be thy memory. High School of ours; Fair be thy destiny, Fadeless thy flowers. Hearts that have loved thee Have won in life’s fight; Names that we honor. Thy standard hold bright. Music by J. Guernsey Curtiss. Our Alma Mater dear, To thee we sing: May all thy future years. New honors bring: May friends thy banner raise, Thy foes grow less; All love and praise To our old R. H. S. Cheer! Boys, Cheer! Words and Music by J. Guernsey Curtiss. There’s a school we love so well, ’Round which fond memories cling, Legions bless old R. H. S. And to her praise they sing. Valiant sons and daughters fair All strive for her success. On the field, opponents yield The palm to R. H. S. chorus: Cheer! Boys, Cheer! for Alma Mater dear Onward press, the goal is ever near, Let your shouts re-echo loud and clear— Hurrah! Hurrah! for R. H. S. Now with loyal hearts and true, We will ever faithful be. Unto her be all the praise. And her’s the victory. School Yells Kang, ga-rah, ga-rah, ga-zoom Rochester High School, Zip rah-boom ! R, O, R-O-C- R-O-C-H-E-S-T E-R, High School. R-o-c, r-o-c, h-e-s- h-e-s, t-e-r, t-e-r, R-o-c, r-o-c, h-e-s, h-c-s, t-e-r, t-e-r, R-o-c, r-o-c, h-e-s, h-e-s, t-e-r, t-e-r, Roch’ster, Roch’ster, Roch’ster. 12

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Sir Gallian’s Quest In those bright days when Arthur held his court And gathered round him knights of fair renown, There came from far-off shores and distant lands A stranger guest, who told them wondrous talcs Of marvels and of far-famed knightly deeds. And once he told them of a beauteous flower That grew on those huge mountains far-away Whose hoary heads were muffled in the clouds. Of lily shape it was, and its pale leaves Shone with a silken sheen and lustrous light; And from its heart at eve a fragrance stole Like that which sweeps across Elysian fields; And if ’twere plucked it did not fade or die, But to the wearer with its breath it gave A perfect peace and joy. But still through time Full many a goodly knight had sought in vain. Though some had seen, yet none might bring it home. Then Guinevere, with longing in her eyes, ' Said, “Would that I might see it; breathe its breath!” Up rose Sir Gallian, youngest of the knights, And came unto King Arthur, begging him,— “Oh, master, grant that 1 may go to seek This wonder of the foreign mountain-top, And perchance find and bring it to the Queen.” And Arthur, smiling, gently hade him go. Thus far across strange seas and distant lands Journeyed the youthful knight, Sir Gallian, Until he came at evening-tide unto the base Of that great rocky height, whereon there grew And bloomed the end of all his weary search. But now the shadows deepened, and he sought A shelter for the night in a thatched hut, Whose owner bade him welcome. There he asked Some word of that he sought. And the old man Smiled sadly and said, “Full many a knight, Young, worthy as thyself, has sought in vain; And yet, perchance, thou mavest find thy quest. Of this I warn thee: thou must pluck the flower When first thou seest it or 'twill turn to dust.” Yet, nothing daunted, ere the sun had risen Sir Gallian, hopeful, left his steed behind And mounted eagerly the rocky height He followed up the winding mountain road That led by yawning depths and towering heights, But still the grass grew on the mountain side, And here and there the berries glimmered red. But as he climbed he heard a frightened cry, A cry as of a child in sore distress. Quick then, lie pushed the tangled screen aside Of bushes with their harvest of ripe fruit. And saw a little child with upturned face, His great eyes staring wide, with his last strength Ginging unto a bush that over-hung The precipice. 'Twas hut a moment’s time Sir Gallian knelt upon the very edge And, holding as he might to a frail bush. Stretched out his arm.—when lo! just beyond, Beside a rock he saw the lily bloom. Its pale leaves shone and glistened in the sun, And it was wondrous fair, Which should it lie? Quickly he raised the wee, tense form and placed It on the grass. But when he looked again 1 he flow’er had faded,—withered into dust. With anguish in his heart he ministered Unto the child until it was revived; Then led it partway down the mountain slope. As once again he climbed the rocky path, 14