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

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0=0 SALUTATORY. ARENTS and Friends:— We bid you all a most hearty welcome. We are both proud and happ to greet you here tonight, our Commencement night. We have attained the goal toward which we have been striving through four years of busy, happy school life. Tonight we are assem- bled for the last time as classmates in Hobart High School. In the past we have worked together as a class, tomorrow each shall enter upon his individual pathway, to make or mar his future as he will. We stand upon the dividing line between our care- free school days and the graver responsibilities of life. In the days of preparation for this event, we have formed ideals arid ambitions which now we shall attempt to realize. Our school work has equipped us with the necessary knowledge, the future will give us strength of character, experience, resolution, faith in ourselves. We will enter into a new, strange life, with unknown dangers and trials, but we shall keep ever before us the words of our motto, Bravely, Faithfully, Happily, and will enter into that life with courage for whatever trials may come, with joy in the prospect of a new field of endeavor and with faith in the goodness and protection of God. Tonight we have attained one goal toward which we have been striving and it shall lead to the attainment of a still higher one. And so, for the past we have memories; for the pres- ent, joy; for the future, hope; therefore, we leave our school days behind us and step forth with brave hearts to meet whatever may be in store for us. 0=0 May each of us attain that one thing for which every- one longs, no matter what other ideals and ambitions he may have, Happiness. EDNA SCHEIDT. G

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AURORA EDITORIAL STAFF 1914 EDITOR’S NOTE GEORGE H. WHITE DOROTHY THOMAS EDNA SCHEIDT ALICE SARVER LORETTA MALONE RUTH SMITH EVERETT NEWMAN MAYME BARNES ETHEL HALSTED HAZEL STEVENS Editor-in-Chief — English Business Manager — Latin Art Music and Athletics Personals Mathematics, History, Civics Science Social and German Dramatic Commercial To you, its readers and patrons, the seventh volume of the An- nual, Aurora , is submitted by the Class of 1914, its editors. We ask you as you read it and before you criticize it to consider the fact that it is the work of High School pupils and not of college professors. We have put forth every effort to have this edition of the Aurora portray as truthfully as possible the life and work as it is in the Hobart High School. Our aim has been to make this book thoroughly original, and yet have it keep to the high standards of previous editions. If we have attained our purpose, we are satisfied, for we know that our work will be amply repaid in the pleasure you will have in reading this book. AURORA EDITORIAL STAFF b =D G

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T9 T T T CLASS POEM, 1914 N OW is the season of change. Fair Spring after her time of power Yields to the soft summer sun, to the warm, winning breezes of Summer. Green are the grass and the leaves; the birds as they sing in the tree- tops Bid fond farewell to the spring and welcome the coming of Summer. Gone is the spring of the year. Her breath faintly, hauntingly lingers, Softly recalling her passing with memories strangely pathetic. Radiant Summer is here. Most gladly the earth gives her welcome. Season of action is she, with mirth and with gladness o’erflowing; Hers is the earth; e’en the sun, sending forth his warm rays, offers greeting. Even in Summer come clouds. Their blackness, while sometimes appalling. Soon, though as dark as the night, gives way to warm breezes and sunshine. Ofttimes, too, raindrops descend, as mourning the passing of spring- time. But Summer dispells all such tears, replacing all sorrow with joy. Now is the season of change. Our Guide after twelve years of training Yields up her charge to the world, — to the world full of fame and re- nown. Done is her task. From the fold the Class of ' 14 bravely issues Eager to try if our wings, untested, but fully developed, Will carry us forth in the world, to the great goals of Honor and Justice. Gone are our twelve years of school, passed by and departed for- ever, Yet all their memories cling and tell us how much we shall miss them. And in the East the Aurora, the Dawn of Real Life, bids us welcome. Still, though our eyes fill with tears, we see through the mist not so dimly That we see not, far ahead, the land which the noon-sun shall brighten, There where the Summer is warm, and faint mem’ries of Spring are as pleasant. Forward, through rain and through clouds, ever Brave, ever Faithful, so, Happy, Shall we strive on toward the goal, the land of our Life’s Great Ambi- tion. GEO. H. WHITE.