East High School - Orient Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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In our class life there has always been a friendly rivalry between factions, which even at times became a little strained, but this fact only served to add zest to our work and to form in our Senior year a glorious climax of unity, concord, and friendship. We are soon to part, but never to forget. Some will go to broader fields of knowledge and culture, others to our respective careers, but we will ever turn back with the fondest of memories to our glorious Alma Mater, recalling the many happy days passed under her protection, the many glorious feats accomplished for her welfare, and the many firm and enduring bonds of friendship formed with her guidance. May we ever p ove ourselves as worthy of her admiration and emulation as we have of her guidance and protection! , William Links, Historian 17

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Senior Class History On a bright and sunny day of September, 1902. the stairs of the old building on South Fitzhugh street creaked and resounded to the tread of many a cheerful youth and maiden. These comprised the class of naughty-fivc, now for the first time starting on that path “where many enter but from which few return.” Some of us were stationed at the so-called Annex on Williams street, where in truth our material and bodily condition was somewhat confined and narrow, but our minds were destined to broaden and develop to a remarkable degree under the cheerful guidance and protecting wing of “Aunt Minnie.” To recount all the deeds that have served to make '05 famous and to cause her name to be written with everlasting glory on the school records would, the Historian fears, he beyond his poor capabilities, however he will strive to mention the most important. Shall we soon forget that 30th of May when our valiant sons, led by the redoubtable “Heinie,” broke through and dispersed the sturdy Sophs and were only hindered from repeating the trick by the junction of some of the Juniors with their lower classmates, thus forming a combination before which we had to give way, though stubbornly lighting every inch of the disputed territory? Or can we forget that memorable base-ball team which so decisively defeated our old rivals, Bradstreets, and humbled in the dust all other opposing teams? Our Sophomore year ushered in a notable event, viz: the completion and occupation of the new building. Here was an edifice for whose welfare and glory we would ever be proud and happy to strive. In her Junior year naughty-live seemed to have reached the climax of her success, hut every day added to her laurels. Our “Prom.” proved to be the most auspicious social function of the year, and one of which the sons of '05 will have every reason to he proud. On Field clay we carried off second honors with the boasted Sophs trailing far in the rear. That '05 banner which floated so proudly and defiantly from the towers that memorable spring day, was a fit emblem of our position as Seniors. The Senior play, to quote from one of our prominent daily newspapers, “was a per- formance which for completeness of detail and forceful portrayal of the characters represented has probably never been equaled by high-class actors.” Commencement and the Senior ball present every indication of success, and, if the sons of '05 give them the same loyal support that has attended all past enter- prises, no fear need be felt for their issue. Never has a class possessed such talent in every branch of school activity. In athletics wc boast of our Babcock. Waugh, and Johnson, our Avery and Crowley, our Snell and our Hanford, all of whom have won fame and glory for their Alma Mater on many a hard-fought field. As debaters we have need to be proud of our Wright, Smith and Foster, who so successfully trailed in the dust the banners of our proud rival, Masten Park. In the way of musical talent wc will always sing the praises of our Snell and our “Puddle.” whom all admit as the backbone of the musical organizations of the school. The great success of tiie ‘Clarion, during the two years when she has been practically in the control of nanghty-five. will amply attest our literary abilities. In Crowley, Williams. Babcock, and Smith we possess dramatic talent never equaled in the annals of the school, while wc have ever listened with delight to the many humorous characters portrayed by “Dick. Our mental equipment, too, is of a high order. We have the business-like activity of Todd, the poetic genius of Smith and “Ted,” the scholarship of Gilman, the political faculties of Wynn, and the grinding powers of Robinson and Earle. 16

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Class Poem, 1905 I. Another epoch of our lives is past; Four shifting years in slipping by so fast Have left us halting on a threshold hare, Which we must cross—and vet we linger there To view the years. II. We linger there for one more backward glance Familiar scenes we see as in a trance. They glide in swift succession past our sight— We gaze upon them with a strange delight And hidden tears. III. A face—another—now still others rise Before our dreamy, retrospective eyes. These are the faculty, to whom we owe All that we know and all we ought to know. (They did their best.) IV. The rooms we know so well—each wide, cool hall The merry groups of friends—we see them all, And then the great assembly and long files Of merry students trooping down the aisles Writh eager zest. V. A burst of song swells out, so clear and round. It has an old and most familiar sound. We hear the strain, so resonant and strong— It is our loyal “Alma Mater” song, Borne on the air. VI. And now the years have passed and slipped away. We would not call them back. We would only say— We’ll make the coming years all brave and true Because we’ve spent a pleasant youth with you, O, Mother fair. VII. Your hand in blessing on our heads is placed; You wish success for all; of joys, a taste. And we—we wish the best of love and fame To ever gather round your worthy name And with you dwell. VIII. No longer may we tarry here, although We dread this final parting. We must go On out to meet our failures and success. Goodbye—and fare thee well, dear E. H. S. Yes, fare thee well. —■Ruth Jennings, '05.