Grants Pass High School - Toka Yearbook (Grants Pass, OR)

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Alumni The approach of verdant spring, with its varied blossoms and sweet odors intermingling with the crisp and brilliant rays of the sun, is beginning to bring to the minds of those mortals who preceeded the class of' I 5 in graduation, memories of the not far distant past, when spring picnics and truancy were in vogue, when visions of tennis tournaments and baseball games floated before their eyes, and when Commencement loomed large and threateningly before the prospective Senior. Again the time of year arrives which brings back to the memories of the Grants Pass High School students, the worries, trials, and hardships, which in those days were appalling, but which have now faded into insignificance, and our sympathies go out to the under graduates as the end of school draws near in spring. There may be many tasks more pleasant than the earning of credits at this season of the year, but we believe that there are none more profitable. Every year adds to our ranks and e'er long the Class of '15 will be numbered among us, to look back upon their graduation with a great deal of satisfaction. We are glad to welcome new graduates into our steadily increasing band, and to wish them the success of which they are deserving as graduates of the Grants Pass High. Although no one of our number has flaunted himself upon the pedestal of fame, we can lay claim to the honor of having men and women in a goodly number of the legitimate walks of life. A glance at the various class rolls of former graduates will reveal the names of many who are making a success of their chosen work or momentary occupations. The “stick-to-it-ive-ness which every boy and girl acquires as a greater lesson while accomplishing the lesser in earning credits for graduation, is a lesson which remains with him and whatever may be his task, to “stick to and win. We have sent our full quota to college where we hope to send more in the future. Statistics from the various higher institutions of learning indicate that they are making good and winning honors for the glorious old G. P. H.S. Those of us who are not so fortunate as to be able to continue in the higher institutions of knowledge are striving hopefully and patiently waiting for time to convert labor into wealth and wealth into great opportunities. We are content to take the poet's view—he whose mind ran deeper than the ordinary philosopher poet, when he wrote thus, concerning Opportunity: They do me wrong who say I come no more When once 1 knock and fail to find you in. For every day I stand outside your door. And bid you wake, and rise to fight and win. —ESTHER LA BRIE. '13. 21

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