George Washington High School - Monument Yearbook (Cedar Rapids, IA)

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X1 BENSON LEONARD HOYT 9 C1 P Alph Rho, Vice Wa 1 A 1 X P s '2. . T C Sergt. '20, P 1 St ff 22 FLORA MAE CASS Washington, Iowa, '19 '20, Hi-Y-Ett C binet '22. Alpha B t Chi. Assemb P1 Senior Play. L EO DN ORA K MAY STURGES XX ' -1, :ae gem - IN MEMORIAM th C1 of '22, died February 1 1922 H 1 t mourn for her. LESTER G BROOKMAN Brook A 1 rn. Kappa Phi Tau, Sergeant-at 2 1 Pulse Staff, Business Manage ORO ly A d n '19, '20, Band '18, '19, '20 O h t Glee Club. Kappa Phi Tau M V Louise Novak, an honor st d t f

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MARIE STRAUSS B b E Ilihlan. II X Et NORMA SHAW - V N Hampton H. S RUTH CUNNINCIIAM E Ihh T I H X Et I9 0 G I Ch IJ 20 M I GI CI b Z1 A I B I EI HEL MARTHA GONGWI:Ix Ak HSOElIph IlXEt THELMA M ROEDER G I Ct Hgh I9 0 I ,IULIO M LOREINZAINA T g I H S P I I9 20. University Hgh I Cty G d t Nurse, Male N T g S h I P I MARX HOLT A S A S 0 H Ybtt S . ..I, T 2 E Ilph S 21 Girls' Ch P I St ft 2 I1Ul H I NIONTILLON Rufus G IS I9 B G A H Y Ette. GLADI S DRIIVN Gl d' C I Alpl Bt Ch II YFtt Th A bly PI y 5 Pl y ZI G l CI M d GI Cl b S Pl 5 IRMA HROMEI lIXEtt AtS 2 E llph glee Club. Girls Chorus. Assembly Play I .

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OUR QALMA QJVIATER Farewell, sweet days, so full of carefree joy, Soon to become but links in memory's chain That binds us to the past. Now, as we turn With lighted faces, and on eager feet Into the mage of paths that lie before, We know not which to choose, nor whither go. Let's pause awhile and cast our glances back, Wander again, as in the days just past, Across the smooth greensward so gay with flowers That lies before our School, that we may see Yet once again that vision glorious 0'er which the radiance of the sunlight streams, A sun of wisdom, piercing every cloud That casts a dusky gloom upon our way. Close to the massive walls so full of strength There clings a tendril vine, whose leafy folds Have sheltered many a birdlingg and it toils And struggles, without ceasing, to attain i The wondrous light which glorifies its goal. So must we struggle, though the storms do rage, Our way lies clear before us, we must seek The onward, upward course unto the end. Even as the 'vine toils up the rough gray stone, Unwearied must we climb the steeps of life. -AGNES BALCAR. x J