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

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= = 7 19 0 EDITORIAL Q Cj IN SEPTEMBER 5, 1911, the class of nineteen hundred twelve became Seniors. At last we had acquired the right to that honorable title. The full duties and responsibilities of our position had yet to dawn upon us. But we did realize that we were the class which was to publish the H. H. S. “Aurora” for 1912. So every one of our twenty-one members set to work with a will. And now our work is over. Our book, the “Aurora” for 1912, is ready for you who are interested in it. But as we look back over the difficulties of its preparation, over the rough and rocky road it traveled to completion, we realize that without your interest and your co-opera- tion we could have done almost nothing. And we heartily thank you, one and all, who have shown your interest in the best possible way, — by furthering all High School enterprises, by advertising in our issue, by subscribing for the “Aurora,” in a word, by giving us your patronage. It is our sincere hope and desire that the “Aurora” for 1912 may prove not only an account of our happy High School life, which we may read with pleasure in the coming years, but a worthy representative of our High School training and a source of true enjoyment to all its readers. DORIS WHITE, ’12. Editor-in-Chief. 0 Q =z7 = y =d a

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£} Ck Aurora Q a The first bright gleams that put the dark to flight, Proclaim Aurora , golden-hearted dawn; In rose-hued robes, the mists, like curtains drawn Apart, revealing her, a vision bright She rises o’er the hills, dispelling night; And with her wand of morning sends the sun Up, up its glorious arch. The day’s begun! Aurora soars victorious, queen of light! So let our day begin! The dawn has blazed Across the dark, the night of knowing naught, And has revealed an arch, vast, vague, bright; Above her wand of inspiration raised To guide us o er that arch all richly wrought, Aurora floats, our glorious queen of light! 0 Q

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SALUTATORY. i r u CS (Z ARENTS and Friends, — The class of Nineteen Hundred Twelve extends to you its heartiest greeting. It gives us pleasure to look upon your faces, to welcome you here on this Night of nights. We have long been anticipating this moment when we should appear before you as graduates. We have welcomed you here on numerous occasions, hut in no other has our interest been so intense. This night terminates our high school career. For some of us school days will soon be but a memory; new experiences will be shaping themselves into our lives. For these experiences we have been fitting ourselves as best we were able. The days to come will reveal the extent of our preparation. Tonight we stand lingering, somewhat reluctant, upon the threshold; behind us, clear and definite, lie our school days; before us, vague and undistinguishable, our future — our career. Our commencement evening is the stepping-stone from school to duty. You behold us ready to say farewell to school; ready to advance into a sphere new and strange to us. We have, up to this time, worked united. Now, each must have his own aims; each must select his individ- ual pathway. Every year will bring us closer to the realization of our ideals; every year will contribute experiences valuable for right living; and every year will bring with it some obstacles over which we must climb. And we must ever have patience, we must always cling firmly to our purpose. “He conquers who endures,” is our watchword. In every trouble we will think of it; whatever hindrances we meet we will remember it; if obstacles are placed in our pathway we will take courage from it. And in the end, when our aims are accomplished, when our present ideals are fulfilled and a new heaven thrills us with a nobler longing, when twilight steals o’er our days, — then may each of us step into the ranks of the conquerors, sustained by the music of the motto which has echoed through our lives — “He conquers who endures.” RUTH JOHNSON, T2. y Vo C 0 x) C7