Grover Cleveland High School - Clevelander Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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1 Tu1i.CLrsvrsLA Senior Class Officers President ..... JUSEPH S. MANGANELLO ViccfPrcsiLlc11t . . . CLARINA C. ROSSI Treasurer . . . JUHN A, MULLANE Secretary . . CATHERINE M. MILLAR Marshal . . LUCILLE M. COLKITT Marshal . . EDWARD L. FORSTER Vzllcclictorizm . . FLOYD W. SILL Historian . PASCAL V. MAZUCA Poet . . CHRISTINE DE EQREST Prophet . . JOSEPH J. NAPLES Class Motto: Class Colors: -. ...M C M Vincit qui patituf' RED AND WHITE

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THB CLEVELANDER Class Poem OUR ALMA MATER Now, at the end of our high school days, When we the world are equipped to face, We sing our Alma Mater's praise, For showing us our rightful place. We spent with her four happy years Which were too short for our content, And if we look but through our tears, We clearly see they were well spent. For she has taught us how to live- How best to loseg how best to wing How best receiveg and how to give Of talents which are stored within. And she has taught us how to break The spell of bleak discouragement, And bid our dormant spirits wake To a wide world of high intent. And she has taught us wrong from right, And shown to us the light of Truth, Which shines on, ever clear and bright, A guide-lamp down our path of youth. Whenever through the mist we peer We see, and know, that we shall earn, Thanks to our Alma Mater dear, The courage and faith for which we yearn With high ideals and motives true We go our way with purpose high, And pay to her her honor due Who did our hearts and souls inspire. CHRISTINE DE FOREST

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THE CLEVELANDER 13 Valedictory Tonight, dear classmates, the olive branch of victory rests upon our brows. For after four short years of struggle within the fold of this, our beloved Alma Mater, we have finally succeeded to the crowning glory of our high school careers, graduation. Yes, we have added another victory to our chain of success, but now that the link is fastened we pause and longingly reflect upon those sweet, happy years and recall with boundless pleasure the many joys that we have shared together, and then we turn again to face the future. Staring out over that vast sea of as yet unrealized hopes and ambitions a feeling of apprehension creeps over us and we clutch our throats and ask God for guidance before we take that ever important step. Perhaps, however, our fears for the morrow are quite without reason. For here under the wise counsel of Mr. Kennedy, Mr. McDonnell and our teachers we have become more intimately acquainted with the essential factors of the founding of a life of service. Here we have learned the great principles and secrets of that mysterious drama of life. Here we have been vested with traits of sportsmanship, fidelity, determination and honor, traits so necessary to our success in the battle of life. Yes, our captains have guided well our ship and set us on a course which, if we continue to pursue, will land us straightway on the shores of success. To them we are forever grateful. Naturally our attainment of this cherished goal had to be fostered by a never dying faith. Our mothers and fathers well exemplify that faith. It was only through their devoted efforts and sac' rifices that we were given the opportunity to grasp the advantage of a high school career. Their words of encouragement swept aside our petty despairs and helped us to go on as Lincoln's mother inspired him when she said: Remember, my son, you can be a great man in this free country 'if you only say, 'I wil1.' Perhaps tonight's consummation of our dreams will show them that their efforts have not been in vain, while with all our hearts we sincerely hope that during the relentless Shifting of the sands of time we may be able in greater measure to repay them for their ceaseless evotion. And now while the joy of success is upon us, a strange feeling of regret creeps into our hearts, a regret that we have reached a fork in the road and that the parting of the ways has come. In these four short years our souls have been enriched by the acquisition of many fond, lovable friends. We shall always cherish the memory of the companionships which we have formed in our happy high school years. Working and playing together, our tasks have seemed a little less difficult, our defeats a little less bitter and our accomplishments a little more sincere. And as our individual interests tend to branch out in all directions, we are happy in the thought that each will go his way and tackle the grim obstacles in life with a fine strength of purpose and with the immortal law of God deeply rooted in each heart- Love thy neighbor. We know that as the years roll on, and even though our paths may never meet again, we shall always be united, at least in spirit and the many memories which have been bred within these walls will live to fill our lives with contentment. As the severing of the bond draws nigh, we turn and say one to the other, in the plain and simple Anglo'Saxon tongue- Good'bye - God bless you! FLOYD W. SILL