Galion High School - Spy Yearbook (Galion, OH)

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Of Mi1ton's fall on the icy pavement And the cause of that awful slip, 1 ,, , , . ,. - , 1.61 Hoff.. vv.-011' ' 'f . ' 313 I 2.0 P - .. I fffiif fiivkic-i'f'.p'-. fi 23:1 1 .. ., , J. . '.'L-Viv! MILTON'S PAIR O' DICE LCST fwith Apologies to Two Milzonsi Teachers' meeting dids't sit with us, Clothed in sanity of mind, and dids't Which unloosed his tongue and disclosed ' Once make to Smile that care-Worn face: To the world a secret long unsuspected, Sing Heavenly Muse, and justify If thou canst the ways of a Prof. On a frosty day when sulphurous Fires would have been welcome, the Tell me, and this crowd gathered around What cause so direful hath brought Thee to this dismal situation. Thus tearfully answered the falled Disaster ocurred as our ill-fated Professor Instructor shaken with deep dispair. Made his departure from the Halls of Learning. Oh, thou Superintendent and Ruler His noble brow came violently in contact Of many unfortunates, thou who hast With the marble step and he lay vanquished Under thy protecting wing the youth and On the horrid ice, a man confounded And dazed. No light but rather darkness Served to illumine his stupified senses. He raved, and knowing it not The flower of this town, examine them Diligently that you may find my Lost pair o' Dice. Oh, unhappy me! That This slippery downfall hath been caused Raved on, of games and of tremendous losses. Through brooding over my great bereavement! Till a multitude pouring over the lawns Thither did haste to offer assistance, And one, from yon ample Knowledge Dispensery, with tempestuous speed-for A man long known in Galion, Phillips by name, came to where ' This raving mortal lay. Breaking the frigid stillness thus the man began, If thou be'est he, that Milton Mollenkopf-but oh!' how fallen! How changed from him who in Whereto with speedy words the I V Superintendent replied, . Oh, heartbroken creature, dry your tears. him- What though the dice be lost? All is not lost! But if only by their recovery thou Canst be raised from the regions of sorrow And doleful shades, as far as Gods and Heavenly Essences reach, we will inquire. Spake one amidst the encircling throng, A senior by countenance, I Me thinks once I heard mention of Milton's Lost Paradice in Literature class. Spake another, Perchance it may Be found in the Public Library. But all consolation from the assembled Band only made more miserable the Suffering being tillithe great taskmaster spoke. Let it be our sole delight to find 4 These dice. All our labors must tend to' That glorious end. Then forthwith upright the man Reared from off the ice his mighty stature ' And joyful said, 'tWhether upheld 'by Strength, or chance, or fate, I will take 'My way home and brood over my Paradise Regainedf' Thus did the Superintendent exhort One and all to do his high will and With vain hope did we search nine Times the space that measures day and night, Till weary and exhausted were we divinely Guided by the sounds of firing, 'And by dense smoke to where in The heart of the building, Mac does' Work in fire. There sail we, by the glimmering Of the vivid flames, some Freshies Shooting Crap! ! A. G. '20. Twenty-five

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,gg -Q -- .....l-i- V V al' A f'::f:.' :f,,,. ,- Mfg ,,.,n,::.1w'.,. , l-me e.rff'v I A io 0 me Lf SENIOR CLASS SONG TUNE- KERRY DANCE. J. L. MELLOY Oh, the days in Galion High School! Oh, the ring of the old school bell! Oh, those hours and hours of gladness! We will e'er remember you well. When the years roll on before us, And the fleeting days go by, For the friends of our happy school days, And the joys of those days we'1l sigh. Oh! to think of it, oh, to dream of it, High School days are o'er! Oh, the days in Galion High School! Oh, the ring of the old school bell! Oh, those hours and hours of gladness! We will e'er remember you well. And the thought of our old companions And teachers with their hearts of gold, In our memories we'll ever cherish, And their love in our hearts enfold. Tasks will always seem like pleasures Through the maze of the coming years, And the joys now so little valued We will view through a haze of tears. Oh, to think of it, oh, to dream of it, 4 High School days are o'er! And the thought of our old companions And teachers with their hearts of gold, In our memories we'll ever cherish, And their love in our hearts enfold., Now we must say farewell to our classmates, And the High School good-bye to its graduates. Tho we now are filled with sadness of parting We look with joy to the life we are starting, Only dreaming of days gone by, In our hearts we'll keep The loving memories of old companions, Of teachers with their hearts of gold, Remembrances of our happy school days With all their joys manifold. Class Motto: Impossible is Un-American Class Flower: Sweet Pea A Class Colors: Green and White