Gorham State College - Hillcrest / Green and White Yearbook (Gorham, ME)

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g1i! 5 give others full credit for every iniiuence they may have exerted to increase one's own successes in life is a virtue of high worth that lights its possessor with an abiding radiance which is made more brilliant when it illuminates one who accepts with humility, sincerity and frankness the entire responsibility for one's failures in life. This virtue coupled with the recognition that one's life is the product of two fa.ctors,fwit and will, the former a gift to be cherished as a respon- sibility and the latter an acquirement developed, if at all, by the slow discipline of life's experi- ences,' becomes the key that at life's end unlocks the magic words, Well done good and faithful servant. ' WALTER E. RUSSELL.

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WALTER EARLIC RUSSELL, A. B., Principal I , v , , ,, 5, - ,, 5 - .f N-Y , rf .

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ffxf? 'v,.l ,-4-uf' 4' - 2 'F I .-if ,P Ig MY JOURNEY I shall not pass this way again, What shall I look for as I go? Are Truth and Beauty within my ken? Is it Beauty I see? Is it Truth I know? Truth is eternal, someone saidg Though sometimes annoying, it seems to me, But Beauty is not so carefully bred Perhaps,-and yet it ought to be. I shall not pass this way again, What shall I do as I pass on? My duty, you answer? I've done it then, If I make with my friend comparison. Many do better than I, no doubtg Some may do worse, but why do I care? Life is too short for me to tlout Another's conduct, so I'll forbear. I shall not pass this way again, What shall I gather for those I meet? What can I give them to help them when They pass along the selfsame street? A loaf of bread and a purse of gold? A garment of wool and a shelter of stone? The moths ate the garment, the bread turned mold, The shelter crumbled, the gold was a loan. I shall not pass this way again, What can I leave for those who come? Of this world I'm only a denizen A few brief years, then I'll succumb To the onward march of Time's rough tread. As I gaze down the way of man's regime Past temples and shrines of the honored dead, The brightest gleam is from lives supreme That passed this way but once and yet Left, meteor-like, a trail that glows With glories bright that never set. Regardless of what man bestows Now and henceforth, those lives remain,7 , , xg-f 'ri Transcending ages grim and old, '- s - .L Eternity will their memory hold. ' Resisting always smirch or stain, XJ lx I ' I! .XL X xx I X , I shall not pass this way, I know, -'X' A second time so I'll live well, l I And strive to let my wisdom grow Deeper and broader, to let peace dwell Within my heartg and at Life's end To leave a name, perhaps unknown Save to an honoring trusted friend, Who deep in his heart will the name enthrone. Louis BURTON Woonw.-mn. I page twenty four , I I, ,f '