Eden Township School - Scrapbook Yearbook (Wyandot County, OH)

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OUR BUS DRIVERS There is one branch of service in our school which is often under- estimated: The services of the bus drivers. When you feel ill or, HHave something far more important to don, you say, that you are stay- ing at home today. But the bus drivers are com- pelled to drive, rain or shine o It is also their du- ty to wait with infinite patience for the tardy risers. I am sure they have sometimes, out of the kindness of their hearts, waited more than the traditional three minutes. At four O'Clcck they are always here on time, although we have been tardy many times. The responsibility for so many lives is indeed a great one. We should all give a vote of thanks to our faithful workers for their loyalty and patient devotion in our cause. Our bus drivers are:Mr. Edward Margraf, Charles Turk, Bert Kurtz, Rollie Link, Warren Norris, Ben Dirmeyer, and Davy Trax- lero

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The Eden High School Here we have pictured the combined Junior and Senior High School student body. On a bright and sunny September afternoon we as- sembled to watch the ubirdien and to have made this record of the first Junior high school organization in our school. Mr. Fred Smith was the black hoodednBoogyn man who peered at us from behind the tripod. flzrom 111-QS SEDEEENES

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f I I 4 l X rj' 'sr Lp sf A is N 53. ' emoYS This hour we sail, we know not whither, Though the journey is hard and long, We are leaving this port of sunshine forever, But we embark with high hopes and a song. We're a merry crew as well we may be, The sailors are ready and willing, Our ship is a beauty, just finished you see, Its been twelve long years in the building. Our lot fair weather may always be, And the sea as smooth as glass, Our song will rise lithesome and gay, As we watch the storm clouds pass. Tomorrow may find us far from home, The storms our sails tear asunder, But far beyond the misty foam, Awaits a land of magical wonder. Ever our song shall be clear as dew, As we cross the rainbow trails, Ever the harmony strong and true, With the sound of the breeze in the sails. We're grateful to parents and friends so true, To teachers who lighted the way, We'l1 hold a place in memory's blue, God Bless You along 1ife's way. - -,J-:X fv :Z J CCHDGI. , Marjorie Miller, Class Poet X, 2 - . - ---- I 'rr r ' V . 7' xy 'w t4 f