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

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X Her every tone is music’s own Like those of morning birds, And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words. Of her bright face one glance will trace A picture on the brain. And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain.

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HELEN SMITH 0 She came among the gathering crowd, A maiden fair, without pretense, And when they asked her humble name, She whispered mildly, Common Sense. J HELEN ROSE She comes the spirit of the dance! And but for those large eloquent eyes, Where passion speaks in every glance, She’d seem a wanderer from the skies.

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r) Give me a faithful heart-likeness to thee, That each departing day henceforth may see Some work of love begun, Some deed of kindness done. Just being happy is a fine thing to do, Looking at the bright side rather than the blue; Sad or sunny musing is largely in the choosing; And just being happy is a brave work and true. FRIEDA NAGEL And so in grateful interchange Of teacher and of hearer, Their lives their true distinctness will keep. While daily drawing nearer.