Elgin High School - Maroon Yearbook (Elgin, IL)

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1917 ELGIN HIGH SCHOOL 1917 In Memoriam Death but openeth a gate To joy, good-fame, and calm re- pose, From suffering which the years may bring, From every stormy wind that blows. This transient guest in mortal place, Has passed beyond our earthly view, And though we cannot see his face VVe know he lives in life anew. Hels only in the other room, Yet, though we miss him every day VVe cannot think that he is dead, But feel he just has gone away. And even if a parting sad, Leaves loving hearts a bit op- pressed, Time tempers all, and he is well: Wfhatever is, is always best. So let the deep grief be allayed, And hearts be reconciled to sorrow, Beyond the mystery pale of death, XVe'll meet our friend again-to- morrow ! Margery M. Tibbals '17 Youth greets the daybreak, flush with JO : Crownxed high with happiness and love, Stays through Life's dawn and slips away, To greater happiness above. 'Tis better so, they should not know The morning's toil, the noon-clay sun, Of suffering, defeat and toil, Of struggles to be lost or won. Far better in the morn's fresh hour, To leave before the day wax old, And bring the lagging afternoon, The evening dusk, or nightfall's cold. At sunrise when all hope is high, Each cloud is gold-no shadows fall, Youth lifts Life's cup to quaff a draught, The first--the sweetest one of all. Nov., 1916. XV hen sunset comes, illusions pale, Ambition's burdens weigh with care, Life weary grows with ceaseless toil, Age brmgs us many tasks to bear. VV e find behind each shining cloud, That showers stretch across the sky, Life's cup is not so full and sweet, As when in Youth it sparkled high. So let us then be glad for them, NVhose voices n o w to us a re stilled- Somewhere-b e y o n d-t o d a y, we know, Their dearest wishes are fulfilled! Margery Tibbals, January 26, 1917.

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1917 ELGIN HIGH SCHOOL 1917 Alumni Pot-Pourri HOSE who have come in Contact with the Alumni no doubt wonder how so much talent, genius and energy became concentrated in one class. The only answer we can give is, the Powers that be, so ordained it. Wihen we entered High School as students we were unsophisticated and inno' cent and were thrown in contact with the egotistical upper elassmen who had more conceit and less knowledge than ourselves. Soon we scrambled into the ranks of the upper classmen and were then judged we suppose or we had judged. After progressing upward we reached the limits of the highest allowable High School attainments, were finally graduated and against our will forced to spread ourselves over the many portions of the earth and carry the name of Alumni forevermore. As a class we are the largest and are ever increasing. XVe think we have capabilities but are modest to express them. XN'e had a glorious past, are having ll magnificent present, and welcome all graduates to share it with us, but will leave our readers to judge as to whether a boundless future lies in store for us. Considering ourselves really incapable of the task of telling our complete history, as would a sage, we deem it wise for you to consult the oracle. You will find her sitting near her boiling kettle, meditating and muttering indistinctly the very familiar,- Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble. VVhile musing thus you stand by Gazing upon her with enchanted eye, Xkfaiting anxiously while the fagots roar, For the historical tale of the alumni of yore. Ralph E. Abell. 24