Hobart Senior High School - Memories Yearbook (Hobart, IN)

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12 HOBART TOWNSHIP CLASS POEM FIT VIA VI. LILLIAN ROSSO W, ’08. The happy days were Hying fast, As through a term of school there passed A class, who bore, from good advice A banner with a strange device Fit via vi. Their number small, their strength was great This class of nineteen hundred eight, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of an unknown tongue Fit via vi. In other schools they saw the light Of classes working day and night, Great victory was theirs at last ; The trials and troubles of school had passed Fit via vi. “Try not to pass,” the professor said, “Without hard work and fear and dread, The thorn strewn way is deep and wide, ” And loud their voices to him replied Fit via vi. “O stay,” said juniors, “and assist Our weary brains to learn all this,” Some tears stood in their bright, bright eyes But yet they answered with loud cries Fit via vi.

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HIGH SCHOOL. 11 banner. Thy name will ever rise in our memories, bringing thoughts of happy days, when care and sorrow had not a place. Soon, too soon, only a moment of these days, with their joys will linger like the fragrance of some sweet flower that pleased us with its perfume. Life’s measureless ocean, with its tireless tide, will beat upon our daily lives. But ever let the ceaseless murmur of the sea of our school days lull to rest our tired hearts in the years to come.

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HIGH SCHOOL. “Beware the teacher’s big class book, Beware his stern and scornful look,” This was that class’ last good-bye And from them all escaped a sigh Pit via vi. There in the glare of the electric light They sat on their commencement night, And from the sky serene and far A voice fell like a falling star