Hillsdale High School - Hornet Yearbook (Hillsdale, MI)

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THE SKIRMISHER 2 ) Among our number suddenly An actor, singer, orator was found; Thanks, gi fted Dimmers, thanks to thee ; Thy triumphs to our honor all redound. Oh, Spring ' s the time for mirth and play; And so amid a scene from fairyland, One evening sweet in lovely May, We entertained the worthy Senior band. The weeks flew past — a few swift weeks. I hear in memory the music ' s swell; And Hark! A Senior ' tis who speaks, The glories of his noble class to tell. lie ceases now ; applause resounds ; Another speaks; then mingled voices rise. Sweet an dmelodious are the sounds Yet tears are glistening in many eyes. ' Tis over now — the evening ' s o ' er. Alumni through the crowded room now pass, Who Seniors were one hour before ; And we, my comrades, are the Senior class. Oh, yes, we ' re Seniors — you and I — We ' ve gained the lofty height for which we yearned — The peak that seemed so far and high When toward it once our longing gaze we turned. We ' ve gained it, yes; but not to rest; No lethal stream has quenched our former fire; But still we follow each behest Of urgent voices ever calling, Higher! Unwonted care, unwonted toil Attend this year our upward-winding way ; But hands are willing, hearts are loyal, And eagerly we work from day to day. We ' ve added many a worthy name. Of those whom honor hails with true delight, To deck our shining roll of fame And gleam with ever-glowing golden light- Then hail, ye heroes of the field, Who fought with ardent hearts and purpose true, With spirits that would never yield Until the final whistle shrilly blew. What though defeat ye sometimes met? ' Tis not the victory, but honest play That gives us pride we ne ' er forget In glancing backwards at the well-fought fray.

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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.

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30 Tl IK SKIKMJSJIKK And hail, debaters, every one, Who forged with care the links of reason ' s chain Your work indeed was nobly done, And with you now our thanks sincere remain. May this year ' s triumphs only be An indication of the higher powers That in the future we shall see Among you, classmates silver-tongued of ours. O happy few, whose ears have heard The language wondrous sweet that music speaks Who understand each dulcet word Whose meaning one less favored vainly seeks — 0 teachers patient, friendly, kind, For every high ideal that ye have given ; For every treasure of the mind; For every glimpse of some transcendent heaven; For all your solace in defeat ; And all your praise for victory well-won ; Keceive — and would it were more meet — High honor from the class of Twenty-One. 0 Juniors, Sophomores, Freshmen too, And all who in the future shall appear, Our tasks unfinished fall to you. Perform them well, and keep our honor clear. O Hillsdale High School, thanks to thee For joy and fellowship and happy days. Thine image we will ever see; Toward thee will ever surge the tide of praise. We leave thee now with many a tear, As onward to a wider world we fare ; And know that lessons mastered here Will help us meet the greater problems there. Then may our threads all charm the sight, With colors fair as is the rising sun ; And may they make the whole more bright ; Thus fondly hopes the class of ' Twenty-One.