Eden Central School - Embers Yearbook (Eden, NY)

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'WIN 'fag - ' ,4,5l.L.,,-7 Q f X . I N'Aif?i.g3E To you, Mr. Ball, we dedicate the 1950 Embers. In recalling the numerous times that you have helped us, we remember your sound advice concerning our many problems and take this opportunity to say that We are very grateful. 5

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A MESSAGE m 1. '-'Ma L:f'M-W ' ' ' rf-frv-we y f .r e 'Jw' rv .4 fv Mm ug lsfvvvf' SJ' ' . W M .I ijiiliu? STAT: or N EW YORK I Exscurrve Cmwssn ALBANY THOMAS E.DEWEY Govwfon November 28, 1949 EM wm a? Mr. Douglas H. Hickling f e a p Ecu tor-in-chief, 1950 Embers Q u ijg v' Gowanda Sta te Road Eden, New York Dear Mr. Hickling: , , I am th happy to send warm greetings to e readers of the 1950 Embers , with heart congratulations on the celebrati anniversary of the E Y on of the t den Central enth School. I congratulate you particularly upon the fine record you have made in the fi decade of the school's lif fact that your ra rst e as proved by the class has the second ' ting in New York on th Tests. Y highest e Iowa State Intelligen C6 our new principal, Mr. Edwin C. Peck, is, I am sure, proud that he has such a fine student body with which to work, and it 1 pleasure to send to him and t ' kindest regards s a o your student body and good wishes. Sincerely yours, TEDsHS files fl -'S s , FR M HE G0 ER on .a,NfE -f1,.wuww I W , I V..-,.-c,

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U V 'f fffkl L' 5 P .ff if-9? I Q va' Y Q .fan--, . THE SUN DIALH The shadow by my finger cast, Divides the future from the pastg Before it, sleeps the unborn hour In darkness, and beyond thy powerg Behind its unreturning line The vanished hour, no longer thine, One hour alone is in thy hands, The now', on which the shadow stands. Henry Van Dyke We, the class of 1950, present the theme of this edition of the Eden Central School Embers as The Timekeeperl' who records all the golden moments of this glorious year which, to us, represents one shining hour in this half century of time. The Eternal Timekeeper, whether he has used a sun dial, an hour glass, a clock or a metronome, has piled up the time from 1900 to the halfway mark and is recording our fleeting moments with alarming rapidity and accuracy. Though at times we may wish to say, Time, you old xiii' 'Q ' -3 ? ' 1. ,KU N Q . avmfxh-x V, V hx' K-N35-19' 1jR:f.,l: c 'hi-A 'ss 'I E4 ,, fi , ,Q ,sr -1' ll - ' A fs . 9, X ..,a.. gipsy man! Will you not stay? we know that his answer will always he the same, as he points an admonishing finger at us, Since thou art not sure of a minute, throw not away L an hour. Let us then follow him as he records all the happy mo- ments, the firm friendships, the daily amusing incidents, the lessons learned, and our achievements before he raises ls his hand for the final stroke of the hour, and we realize the 'Q truth of these words: 'H A M fr, yx- t , The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, moves u Oni, 0 . ll. C, i The Rubalyat of Omar Khayyam f ,,,, . s dW d Fll 5'f'al - . g ' T -2' f fi sisff '14 5341335552 . - r r e e ff f . Q7 . o' f f? az. ' 'L A ' , 6 I -,Lf,'.4f!'- . . , 4-.., -tw . w . - .E ,.. , :j- I H , - j- ,., ,,1gy,.'If'f--,Lj.k,x - V- rw l'