Hillsdale High School - Hornet Yearbook (Hillsdale, MI)

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THE SKIRMISHER 27 The Forty-Seventh Annual Commencement of Hillsdale High School was held at College Church, Thursday Evening. June 16, 1921. PROGRAM March Orchestra Invocation Announcement of honors S. J. Gier Music H. S. Orchestra Greeting Elgie Henry Class Oration Albert Dimmers Class Poem Marguerite Barber Music H. S. Orchestra Class History — Prophecy Ellen Sowers, Ray Wormley, Gladys Johnson Address to Undergraduates Asher Schmitt Response Representative from Junior Class Music H. S. Orchestra Presentation of Class Memorial Gordon Henry Presentation of Diplomas Board of Education Class Song Music — Marian Johnson Words — Vera Palmer March Orchestra

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2( I III] SKIRMISHKR Schultz, Robert Winebrenner, Bernice Salmon, Paul Reynolds, Clare

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28 TIIK SKIKMISHKH The Story of the Class of ' 21 By Marguerite Elinor Barber In knightly days whose lingering light, Illumes with magic gold clouds of time, The minstrel twined each deed of night Among the airy fibers of his rhyme. And I, less gifted though I be — Unskilled daughter of a changed day — Would weave, like him, the worth I see, To make the fabric of my humble lay. 0 Hearken, ye who, whose hearts delight In all the work and play the years may bring, The strife, the search for wisdom ' s light ; 0 hearken, for it is to you I sing. Across the lapse of years I see A zealous throng before the High School door; The Freshmen that we used to be — The children that we were, and are no more. Before us lay a world untried — A world whose secrets we had longed to share — Go dauntless-hearted, eager-eyed, We sought the places waiting for us there. We all were green at first, ' tis true ; But inexperience could not bnd us long. For wisdom came with duties new, And we were brave and resolute and strong. One triumph of our Freshman year Still kindles in our hearts a joyous flame, As even yet we seem to hear Lavada speak and win us lofty fame. The year fled by, a happy year As Sophomores now we sought the High School floor, Our greater duties brought no fear, For we were eager for the fight once more. Of all our talent there was need When to our lot the Sophomore banquet fell. And once again did we succeed? 0 ask our envious schoolmates; they can tell. Another autumn found us here As Juniors, all athrill with hope and pride ; With pride to see our record clear, And hope to win new victories beside.