Franklin High School - Post Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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FRANKLIN HIGH SCHOQL CLASS POEM Our fears these years Have hastened on, But now, somehow, That they are gone, We feel no great elation. Much lore of yore VVe've now made ours, Yet we who see These last few hours Turn now to contemplation. I. When time tolls on this mundane sphere And ends the graduating year, A ship sails to be seen no more, A The good ship 'cjune Class Twenty-four. II. Four years we've worked till now at length We have a barque of matchless strength, A worthy ship to breast the tide And sail the sea of life, so wide. Ill. Our chart is what we've learned in school Our compass Franklin's Golden Rule, We weigh our anchor and depart A With Franklin courage in our heart. IV. High school is olerg these days are past, But thou, loved school, until the last Deep down in our hearts will be A treasure, a fair memory. V. The bell of time now rings its last, A phantom ship is sailing past, A vision from sweet mem'ry's store, The June Class Nineteen Twenty-Four. La fin. -ALAN FAITH. Page Ele

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FRANKLIN HIGH SCHOOL FREDERICK LORD AVIS NELSON MARTHA STANLEY President Vice-President Secretary EDWIN COX MALCOM WATT JOHN PLUMMER 'I'r-easurer Sergeant-at-Arms Editor Page Thirteen 1