Evening High School - Owl Yearbook (Baltimore, MD)

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THE ONVL f' ee ...aa fi .0 NNMKP' . ll muraplrlilmrlumr TO THE GRADUATE BY M. R. TIMMERMAN You came-with hopes to guide ambition's tread, With time to keep a pace, with years to fill, And how you yearned to grasp each dangling thread That leads to knowledge sought and found at will! You stayed-and plodded weary wintry nights, But through fatigue and hardships you were wise To learn that grim determination blights The threatening clouds that darken future skies. You leave-perhaps to plan another goal, To keep the one that lies within your hand As just a sign of years that changed your soul- A sign that you alone will understand. O lessons learned from books and tongue and pen, XN7hat parts you play in minds and lives of men! REMINISCING BY EDWIN L. SINNERS, Class qf '33 just a word from an old student, Who was very pleased to spend. Three nights a week for six long years, at the school you now attend. He recalls the old location, Up on Howard Street, Where he sought his education, Though the school was not so neat. Then the building of the new school, Every classroom lighted bright. VVhich proved to be a great advantage To those who learn by night. Then the threatening to close this School, because of the depression. But the opposition was too great, From this school of good impression And so this school has carried on For more than a decade, Let's hope she'll spread her knowledge Far, and never let her glamour fade. Another time has come to part, And echoing through each hall VVe hear the strains of gay farewell Until we meet next fall. The American way is just to say The simple, kind Good-bye! 'Tho it's not wrong to wave So L For with pals it's the usual cry, Forty-five 'TIL WE MEET AGAIN BY M. R. TIMMERMAN Ong! Hark! French is out, and all about The class, Adieul Au Revoir! And now is heard a Spanish word, Adios! Adios, professor! All partings true, yet none so well Can half express the strain That plays the chord of City's heart Than Deutsch H Aufwiedersehen ! HJENGELL

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THE OTVVL MOTHERS. WE APPRECIATE YOU! BY GEORGE NIANN i ' O you who have stepped into the valley of death, so that we could be born we bow in sincere gratitude. From the first instant we became capable of noticing our surroundings, our eyes sought out the l i face which means so much to us. That face was your face. XVhen our tongues loosened and we began sputtering and spattering, the first word which fell from our mouths was Mommie. During our childhood our love for you was undying but .... we have grown. Now we have brains. This brain makes us realize all the more the great debt we cannot ever hope to repay, this brain also makes us contemptable and we crush you many times with a cutting remark. Often we have slammed a door and rushed from the house. Not once did we stop to think that you were wondering to yourself if we were the children for whom you suffered and sacrificed so much. We did not know your eyes were glistening with tears and your heart crushed. But how quickly do we return to you when we are hurt. How eagerly we listen to your words when we find the world pitted against us. Over and over we resolve never to mistreat you again, but sometimes our wild impulses get the better of us and we forget all we have ever promised. Saying that we are sorry is putting it mildly. VVe realize you are not perpetual and after your departure into the Great Beyond how lonely will be our traveling. You are responsible for sunshine in a home. VVithout you home is just a house . . . a place in which to eat and sleep. Your deep understanding and consoling nature makes existence for mankind tolerable. A kind word right from the heart is golden. VVith all kindness and sincerity, we say, to those mothers who have served their purpose, to those now performing their duty and to those yet to come .... 'fGod bless you! Forty four

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THE GXVL Forty-six