Hamburg High School - Echoes Yearbook (Hamburg, NY)

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lVly teachers, thou hast pointed me the Way That leads to truth and happiness and loveg Thou'st shown me pitfalls that l knew not of: Fl-hou'st stood beside me, steadfast, every day. l mean to give thee honor when l say Thou'st kindly-and how wisely!-counseled me, Most proudly praised my smallest victory, And-chastisecl me when l clid not obey. Those ancient scholars loved not Socrates Nor fair Hypatia with more true regard Than that l bear for thee. O friends, with joy four paths diverging-for so Fate clecreesl Recall my name-let friendship be not marrecl!- Ancl Wish me through the day a safe convoy. 56 as as is Ss The time has come, dear classmates, for goodbye: And l would leave a parting thought with thee. Like Waves before the wind, upon l..ife's sea We're driven willy-nilly. We but try To spend our strength to some avail. And l Delight to think that We can really serve, Can give as well as take and then deserve Those words, Well clone! We hope for. Oh, but Why Must such friends part? Letls say we shall not part But for a space of timeg letls say We'll each, With noble aspiration, struggle on And meet, with quiclining pulse, fast-beating heart, Yvhen We the ladcler's highest rung shall reach,-- Ancl Hncl the blue and silver tied thereon. Evelyn G. Tooley 24

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0112155 ignvm Fair Hamburg, whom the poets must have sung, Thy rustic loveliness my spirit thrills. l'Ve often strolled along by I-lampton's rills And often idled those great trees among, l've watched the stars that up above me hungg l've gathered from thy meadows buds of spring. Thy beauty is to me nigh maddening,- For thee there are no words in any tongue. A fairer village man could never findg A bluer sky can surely not exist. In after years though far from thee I roam, Fond reminiscent thoughts will flood my mind: Then hast'ning back to thee, l'll keep the tryst And in my heart I'll ever call thee--home. as be A4 as 65 Dear edifice of knowledge, 'tis to thee, The Alma lVlater of my youthful days, l now address a verse of love and praise. How oft when young l've cried out to be free From some set stint that irksome was to meg And, like the songbird 'prisoned in its cage, Restriction loathed. The wisdom of the sage Meant naught, till now, with fuller years, l see That learning is indeed a gift from God Which once possessed, no thief can take away. The bay is crossed, the ocean lies before. I'lI bow in future to Lifeis ruling rod And strive to learn his lessons day by day-- l've now but reached the threshold of his door. 64 is 56 as as 23

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0115155 Hruphvrg All the world's a symphony, so 'tis said-and such is the case with the class of '22, This brilliant company has been one great concert for the in- structors. Often times the pitch has been low and some instruments seemingly dead, but with the assistance of outside persuasion, there has been a thump- ing, now soft on one, now louclg a drubbing and a thwackingg tuning up and tuning down. And all for the same purpose, as the director in the orchestra, to give rounclness and finish to the notes in the whole joyous symphony. Per- haps the most fascinating sight in an orchestra is the man who plays the kettle drums-as such, perhaps we might portray the Latin instructor-only the kindest feelings intended-for who has to exhibit greater patience-a hump here and a thumping there. Some ever so lightly, but always a regular, persistent beating until the grand climax is reached-the Regents! There are many subjects to be prepared-some clirges, other marches-now and then a Spring Songs floats in. Occasionally one note is too loud-for instance, French, Goemetry or Chemistry. That jars the whole. This is the first measure. l sat musing in my studio and as my thoughts wandered, l pictured every Senior in the years to come. I-low it thrilled me--how it awecl me! And yet it may be true! l was turning the corner at 42nd and Broadway, CI had just left my apartmentj, when a finely dressed gentleman bumped squarely into me. lVly hat flew off and bounded merrily to the curb. What a fine hoop a straw hat makes! l couldnit have sent it better if l had wanted to. The other victim of the bump lost a fine i'Blenheim cigar and dropped his polished cane. We apologized, as is the custom, and as he picked up his walking stick l caught a full view of his profile. lVly stars, it was Jim Weller! The last l had heard of him he had gone out west. That was way back in l923. He had grown 25