East High School - Orient Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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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.

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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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SENIOR ANNUAL BOARD Class of Juito Hlfl Cast j§‘riutftl EDITOR-IN-CHIEF ASSOCIATE EDITOR Philip Ogden Carol Smith ASSISTANT EDITORS Frank Gosnell Warren Frost Willard Emerson Elmer Perl George Ludolph ART EDITOR Alexander Hess ASS'T BUSINESS MANAGER BUSINESS MANAGER Leo Dwyer Bryant Brooks ADVERTISING MANAGER Maurice Van Bergh ASST ADVERTISING MANAGER Saul Hersbcrg