Galesburg High School - Reflector Yearbook (Galesburg, IL)

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-.. f ,s -..N A Wee Word More Canto Une. . . Literary. . . The min strels touch the strings of poetry and bards retell the songs of glory. Canto Two...The School...-fhe lads and lassies gather from mountain and glen, from Highlands and Lowlands. Canto Three... Sports... The plaided warriors contest bravely for the honor of their chieftains and the glory of their clans. Canto Four Activities The lcilted Scots perform the sword dance and the Highland fling to the tunes of the slcirling hagpipes. KOH, ye'll talc' the high road, And l'II talc' the low road, And I'lI be in Scotland before yew ,-in-,. -- Z--s

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, in ln Honor ol Miss Anno Nelson Q X A TRIBUTE 'Tis books that gbape a man? success And learning that decides bis day. The talent of a man is dead 'Till education ligbts the way. You were the Friend of those you taught- A patient guide, with gentle tact, A carefree youth was turned to thought As brighter grew the realms of fact. Upon our looms with care you set A pattern of resplendent hue, A model For lile's lirst design. For this, Youth gives its praise to you. - Dean Peterson MY LATIN TEACHER Yes, you taught us Latin, OF all its forms we learned, We read ol Cicero and Caesar, And how the Roman walls were burned. l Few will long remember The famous quoted lines, Ol gods the Romans worshipped, Their customs and their signs--- But expressions on your lcindly lace, Pleasant hours when classes met, The Friendly way you worlced with us, All,are cherished thoughts we can't Forget- - Rena Godwin B fu .l- '.!' - E'::::5e: L' 'IIIIIF' ' 'W I Nl 'fx o Q o :esse- .4 fr x T? it T,