Harding High School - Saga Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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Dedication . . . No man is an island, No man stands aloneg These words clearly reflect the position of the human being. We need one another in everything we do. We especially need the help of our parents and faculty during our high school days. By their guidance, their example, and their knowledge, they show us. In the ten years that Mr. Wayne Gilleland, our assistant principal, has been at Harding, he has been a brilliant example to both the students and faculty. Through his fine guidance and knowledge, he has helped to attain educational goals both for individ- uals and for the school. As he watches students go in and out of Harding, he is elated with each attained goal and disappointed with each failure. Yes, Each man's joy is joy to him and each man's grief is his own. . . . And so he will defend each man as his brother, each man as his friend. Putting his whole self into his job and making Harding a better place for the community has been Mr. Gilleland's goal. A friend to those who try and a counselor to those who don't, he is known for be- ing fair and honest. It is' to you, Mr. Wayne Gilleland, that we re- spectfully dedicate this, the 1962 SAGA.

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TABLE OE CONTENTS INTRODUCTION ...... DEDICATION .,..... ...- FACULTY ...... ---- SENIORS .......,.............. -A,---, UNDERCLASSMEN ....... ------- STUDENT LIFE .......... ,...... SPORTS .A.,........... ------- PATRONS ................ ...---- STUDENT INDEX ...... .V7-,-- ACTIVITIES INDEX .,... ....,.. 4 4 5 6 14 50 72 114 134 136 140 INTRODUCTION No man is an island, No man stands alone. Each man's joy is joy to me Each man's grief is my own We need one another So I will defend Each man as my brother, Each man as my friend.

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A builder builded a temple, he wrought it with care and skill, Pillars and grains and arches, were fashioned to meet his will. And men said when they saw its beauty: It shall never know decay, Great is thy skill, O, huilder, Thy fame shall endure for aye. A teacher huilded a temple, she wrought with skill and care, Forming each pillar with patience, laying each stone with care. None saw the unceasing effort None knew of the marvelous plan, For the temple the teacher huilded Was unseen hy the eyes of man. Gone is the huilder's temple, crumbled into dust. Pillars and grains and arches, Food for consuming rust. But the temple the teacher huilded shall endure while the ages roll For the beautiful unseen temple was the child's immortal soul. -AUTHOR UN KNOWN-