Graham High School - Steer Yearbook (Graham, TX)

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tLbc parting With heavy hearts we now come near “The parting of the ways.” We soon must leave those we hold dear, Our friends of better days. Those friends who always in our minds will hold A place that is most high. For whom our love will ne’er grow cold, Or admiration die. We bid farewell to those scenes which long We have cherished in our hearts. And though we’ve sung the farewell song. Their memory ne’er departs. As we look our last on these dear old walls That have sheltered us for long. The sight of them fond memories recalls. And makes more sad the farewell song. And as the path of life divides before Our footsteps as we go our way. We think of the halcyon days no more, Hut of the future day. Farewell to thee, dear Graham High, No sadder words, the tongue or pen Produces than the words, “Good by,” When we part to never meet again. J. W. F. ’14.

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(Greeting S Goldsmith has said of his “Vicar of Wakefield, there are a thousand faults in this little hook and a thousand things might he said to prove them beauties. But it must he remem- bered that this is our first attempt to publish an annual for the Graham High School, and it is largely due to our inexperience in the work that these faults occur. We have endeavored in this book to give those who are interested in the school an idea of what is being done, and to give those who one day shall gladly call the G. H. S. their Alma Mater a priceless souvenir which perhaps on some distant day they will take down from the shelf, and with the tears of joy rolling down their aged cheeks, shall turn the dusty pages of The Coyote and recall the pleasant days spent in the dear old G. H. S.

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jfacult With the hand that grasps the scepter. Side by side along the way. Goes the hand that wields the pointer; Goes the hand that rules for aye. All, we can ne’er forget it. And we will bless the day That we bowed before the pointer In the hand that rules lor aye. Then let me tell you fine thing. And let it with you stay: Obey the hand that wields the pointer And you'll be blessed for aye. J. W. F. '14.