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

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Senior Class Song Tunc, Carolina Sunshine.” Through the years we’ve shared our days together. Now has come the time to part Hours of joy and grief have come and gone. Dear to every Senior heart Now the future weaves its golden spell o'er us. Dreams that someday may come true; Still within our hearts will live the love Grants Pass High, we have for you. Chorus: Friends we’ll meet as we grow older. But no better friends than these: Later years mean hearts grown colder. Lacking earlier memories. Ever as the future broadens, Of the dear old days we’ll tell. Memories of the class of 1 wenty And the school we’ve loved so well. Here between us no concealment Lies within the outstretched hand. Here we give ourselves revealment. Firmly, truly do we stand. Here’s no wrong that needs correction. Classmates, every one a friend; In the bonds of true affection Bound together to the en J. Carlotta Wiseman. Carmelita Pool. Our Departure It seems but a day since we As Freshmen cavorted round the halls And “passed notes,” and “cut classses” Inside thy very walls. But as dignified and stately Seniors All our frivolous days are past. And we leave thee, sadly, slowly. And say farewell at last. We used to think, “Ah! that this were o’er,” But now, and in this place When we leave thee to return no more— Regret marks every face. 24 —Muriel Meyers.

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The Class of ’20 The class of ’20 leaves a mark In passing from this plane. That classes coming after us Shall struggle to attain. The class of ’20’s been carefree, Tho’ firm and true as steel. But about this graduation I’ll tell you how we feel. We are leaving dear old High school For the next step for us set. To reach our high ambitions But we leave thee with regret. We are leaving now forever. From your welc’ming door and halls We'll hear no more your joyous crowd Nor heed no more your calls. You’ve been a place of work and toil; You’ve been a prison cell Whose door was firmly bolted Whene’er we heard the bell. But now that we are leaving We feel a deep regret That as students, free and happy. You do not claim us yet. And as we look behind us To the days we spent with thee, We realize now what pals we were. How happy and how free. We are thirty-five in number. Tho’ the names I will not call. How useless and absurd’twould be For you to know them, each and all. And we are proud as proud can be Of each and every member. For in the world they each will shine ■Like a last bright burning ember. And so from many we stand as one; Before that one departs And bid the faculty, classes, all. Regards from out our hearts. —Sherman S. Smith ’20 23

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