Fairport Harding High School - Harbor Light Yearbook (Fairport Harbor, OH)

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I-low Bull forgets has hour of prlde Come dear old comrade you and I Wlll steal an hour from days gone by The shnnlng days when llfe was new And all was bright wlth mornung dew The lusty days of long ago When you were Bull and l was Joe Your name may flaunt a tltled trall Proud as a cockerels raunbow ta l And mane as brlef appendix year As Tam o Shanter s luckless mare Today old frlend remember stall That I am Joe and you are Bull You ve won the great world s enyled prlze And grand you look an people s eyes Wlth I-lon and LL D In bug brave letters four to see Your fnst old fellow' off they go I-low are you Bull? I-low are you Joe? You You You You The ut worn the ludge s ermlned robe taught your name to half the globe sung manknnd a deathless straln made the dead past llve agaun world may call you what It wnll you and l are Joe and Bull The chafflng young folks stare and say See those old buffers bent and gra They talk luke fellows an thelr teens' Mad poor old boys' That s what at means And shake thelr heads they lnttle know The throbbung hearts of Bull and Joe ad Whlle Joe suts smullng at has slde I-low Joe IH spate of time s dlsgulse Funds the old schoolmate ln hls eyes Those calm stern eyes that melt and As Joe looks fondly up at Bull Ah penslye scholar what IS fame? A fltful tongue of leaplng flame A giddy whlrlwlnd s fickle gust That llfts a punch of mortal dust A few swnft years and who can show Whlch dust was Bull and whuch was Joe? The weary Idol takes has stand I-lolds out has brulsed and achung hand Whnle gapung thousands come and go I-low vaun lt seems this empty show Tull all at once hls pulses thrnll Tas poor old Joe s God bless you B ll And shall we breathe ln happler spheres The names that pleased our mortal ears ln some sweet lull of harp and song For earth born splrnts none too long Just whusperlng of the world below Where thls was Blll and that wae Joe? No matter whsle our home IS here No soundlng name IS half so dear When fades at length our lnngerlng day Who cares what pompous tombstones say Read on the hearts that love us stull I-llc lacet Joe l-llc lacet Bull 3 I I y ' 2 , , , I ll , - , full I I ' I , I , I I , , . , I . I I , , , . . , , . . , . . , I I ' . , , I , , . . - ' I ' I II ' III , . , I , 1 I , . , , I . . ve , I Ve I I I I ' ' . ve , ve . - , , , 11 - - - I yi I ' I I ' Il I ' I I 1 I

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Haalm fight gem Melvin l-lakola Sonora Albert Kadet Mwst Ma ry Greng BUSINESS MGR Steve Kovacs TWIST Wallace Leathers PHOTOGRAPHER SPORTS Alnce Mattlnen Pl, 'NESS MGR Jack Sturm ASST BUSINESS MANAGER Norma Cleary TYPIST When the l-larbor Ltght Board assembled for the tnrst tlme In December lt was Mr Carl Wulllams who enllghtened us on the task that confront ed us l-le taught us the ropes and kept us plugglng when the gonng got tough Thanks for everything Mr Wullnams , Sh' , . . 11 . ,, 11 11 11 1 - fl . , , .

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