Hamburg High School - Echoes Yearbook (Hamburg, NY)

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8SS Off'-ICCFS SENIOR CLASS of 1920 HAMBURG HIGH SCHOOL President ........................ FLOYD J. PALMER Vice President ..... .... M ARION E. WHITTEMORE Secretary ........... JULIA M. ZITTLE Treasurer. . ....... FLOYD S. ECKI-IARDT Prophet. ..... ARTHUR A. ESPENSCHEID Historian Poet .... .--.....-. WERNER J. ROSE . . . .EDITH B. KIGER M O T TO PERGE' F LO WER YELLOW ROSE. COLORS BLUE AND GOLD -13-

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Presidentis Address By Floyd J. Palmer MR. PARK, MEMBERS OF THE FACULTY, AND FRIENDS:- It is my greatest pleasure to welcome you here to our Commencement Exercises which form the conclusion of our work at Hamburg High School. This is the gala day of our lives, it is our day, our year. It is the day that we have awaited with the greatest anticipation and anxiety ever since we arrayed ourselves in the freshman column. We are about to receive the reward of four years of persistent endeavor. Those four years have passed all too quickly. Four years ago since we filed into chapel and sat down in the freshmen benches. Four years ago since we started on the last lap of our pre-academic education. Say, rather, four short weeks, for those years have passed all too quickly. Yet those years that have passed for us with the speed of a dream have been crisis years in the world. Look back upon them for a moment. The inventions and discoveries, the scientific advance, the conquest of civilization, and lastly, the World's War. We have studied the different periods of history and their makings, but we have been living in a great period, perhaps the greatest period in periods, since the dawn of time. l-low tempting are these lines of thought? How easy it would be to talk about the World's War and its battles, of the success in the wonderful industry of shipbuilding, of reconstruction in Europe, of immigration, of Americanization, of the treaty of peace or the League of Nations. But l dare not. We are meeting today for the last time as a class. Physically, we are about to sever those ties of friendship which have guided us through these last four years. But in our hearts the core of friendship will never grow cold. Some of us will go on to college, while others will settle down and with all our strength we will work and labor for the good of ourselves and our fellowmen. Perhaps in the far corners of the earth a few of us may meet and talk of the days gone by. Perhaps, when anniversary years come, a score of us may gather, but never again will we meet as a class. But a short time remains before we separate. It is my last chance to say a word. l dare not trifle with it. l dare not speak of worldly progress or scientific advance. Life, with its problems, is too near. I speak only of life and of our lives. We will find the hardships of life coming near to us. There will be hours of sleepless toiling, not for ease and luxury, but for toil and sacrifice, perhaps hunger and cold. Over our lives will come the glory of fighting in the battle of the world. We will feel the inspiration of days spent in glad striving. We will know the exultation of sharing, somehow, in the battle of life. We will catch a glimpse of the cowardice of those who dare not enlist and who will scorn their pitable unwillingness. into our days will come the thrill of the never-ending, ever-conquering conflict for the good of the world and our fellowmen. All the trials and hardships will be forgotten in the joy of service. We will do battle with mean enemies. Greed, hatred, suspicion and false pride will war with us. They have weapons that we know not of. Men who have no thought in others will contend with us and there will be hours when the sky will be overcast and clouded. -15.- il :fl