East High School - Orient Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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Class Poem I went for a dream one aable night, To the l.and of Heart’s Desire, Where toiling throngs of shadowy things F orged over a leaping fire. About me eager dream seekers stood. Each with his box or bag, A poet, a maiden, a mother sad, A beggar in tattered rags. A dream! a dream!” the poet cried, ”Of a sunkissed land by the sea, Where the warm winds blow over fields aglow. Where my cares shall leave me free!” A dream,” the maiden shyly asked, ” Of a sailor lad on the deep;” And the mother tenderly took a dream Of a little child asleep. A vision of hearts in gilded halls. Passed into the beggar’s hand, Then alone in the glow of the forge I stood. Except for the elfin band. “I have come so far for a dream,” I said; “Of our class, June Nineteen Ten. We are journeying into the world to night, What will become of us then?” The Keeper smiled and gave me a dream. And I dreamed it all night long. Of a world that was better because we had lived. And because we had strength to be strong. Past me with crowns of laurel green. Filed those of us Fame had wooed, And with faces as bright in the radiant light. Came those who had just been good. The stealing lingers of rosy dawn, Made off with my dream next day; Slowly the phantom of triumph Faded forever away. Yet I ask as we go. “Alma Mater, Into the world of men. Bring my dream with its noblest fulfillment To our class of June Nineteen Ten.” —MuatAt W. BaowN, Clast Poet.

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Class Prophe There were several well known authors, and among them I found the pictures of Helena Nrlligan ami Elizabeth Marine. It was time to leave and while my friends waited for me I took time to look at the actresses. How glad I was that I did, for I was well repaid by seeing my two pretty schoolmates. Ariel Sluw and Louise Kenning, now beautiful women and celebrated actresses. That afternoon we went to a vaudeville show. There was a very eleser comedian who kept ns in one continual roar of laughter. I looked at my program. Bivingston LerNley. Why did that sound so familiar? I looked back at the figure on the stage and this time I could not mis- take my old friend Livingston Bentley. In the audience I saw many fatnil- lar faces. I recognized Helen Rotnig. Mac O'Brien, Lillian McCallum. Oliette DeNcve and Maud Dai lor. They all looked very contented not- withstanding the fact that they had protiably each one left a large family home waiting for her. There was one little act that especially pleased the audience, and this was when Marguerite Perrin sang some catchy little songs composed by Paul Brennan, who aicnmpanicd her at the piano. Again and again they were called back. Returning fiom the theater that afternoon wc noticed a great crowd of people gathered around an automobile. When wc inquired, we were told that this was Muriel Brown, the great suffragette, delivering one of her speeches. She was accompanied by Isaliel Johnson, another leader in the movement, and also her secretary who appeared to be a dapper little tnan whom they calleri Mr. Curran. In the crowd I I «came separated from the rest of the party, and while I was wandering about I ran into a rather stout gentleman, who tipped his hat and started to pass on, when I clutched his arm and asked him to aid me. When I looked up I started, for here was Mr. Horace Swan, a well known architect of the city. While he was escorting me l«ck to the hotel he told me of the different members of the class of June TO of whom he knew the wherealouts. Elmer Perl and Potter Remington were both lawyers. Howard Shepard ami Roger Cross owned a large farm nearby and they were becoming very successful farmers; cy—Continued Grace Foote, Elizabeth Campbell ami F.ihel Howard were all teaching school, and Dorothy McCauley was personally conducting a party through Europe. Some of the members were old friends of ours, Ethel Ford. Helen Crouch and Gladys Dutton. By this time we had reached the hotel and wc parted. Wc retired early that evening as wc wished to start early next morn- ing. It was a glorious day and the sun had not l»een up many hours when we started on our trip. We reached Washington by noon and decided to visit the House of Representatives. They were evidently discussing a rather dry question, and when one of the men arose to speak several of the members left the room. As this man continued to talk faster and faster for a half an hour many more men left the room until only a few remained scattered aliout. But there, patiently at his desk, sat the speaker. He was a rather small man and lie sat with a patient look on his face while the other gentleman rambled on. We knew the speaker immediately. It was Philip Ogden; but who could this talking machine be? When we were told by some one near us that that was Mr. Willard Emerson, we understood and we too quietly- left the room. That evening we went to the theater and greatly admired the pas- sionate hero, none otlier than our Fred McKown. making love to the fair- haired heroine Helen Hartung. In one of the boxes sat Helen Westcott and Ruth Sargent, neither of them greatly changed in looks. That evening wc called upon Mrs. Burwell Abbott whose husband was a congressman. The next morning we went to one of the handsome churches. Here we found the Res-. F'rank Gosncll, D. D., and we not only heard him deliver an inspiring sermon hut were delighted to hear his wonderful s-oice joining in the hymns. It had been a glorious trip and wc were to return home filled with the beautiful thoughts that Frank had delivered to us; and to live over again in memories onr school days, now that wc had seen again a great number of our former schoolmates. Caaot C. Smith, Class Prophet.

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Class Song, June, 1910 Tune: Fair Harvard. Alma Mater, to-day we are leaving thy halls, And thy class-rooms shall know us no more; We arc wandering forth on the highway of life That lies fair and untrodden before. And now as we bid thee a last fond farewell. To thy altar our offering wc bring; Our hearts full of gratitude honor and love. As thy praises we joyfully sing. Forlorn little lambs wc strayed into thy fold. Thou didst gather us tenderly in; Four bright happy years have sped by as a day. Now the world’s sterner lessons begin. Thou hast given us the keys that shall open the doors Of vast treasure-houses of wealth, Not merely of gold, but of courage, and truth And knowledge, and goodness and health. Oh believe, Alma Mater, though weary the way, Though the storm clouds are dark overhead. The thought of thy love and thy cherishing care Shall faithfully stand us in stead. And the love that we feel as wc leave thee to-day. Is the love that shall be with us then; And the truest of all thy true children shall be These children of June Nineteen Ten.