Homer Central High School - Odyssey Yearbook (Homer, NY)

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THE 1926 EPIC Salutatnrp Qhhress Friends of the Academy: Upon me has devolved the honor of welcoming you tonight at this most important milestone of our lives. For four happy years we have striven for this day, a day which means much to us, because today we must choose what we shall do tomorrow. You have watched us climb up from baby- hood, grade by grade, and through the four years of high school, until now you see us pausing on the threshold of the future. Momentous tasks await us there. Some of us will attain the high- est peaks of fame, others of us will at least gain successg while none of us will, I trust, find failure in that rosy, smiling future that beckons us. But before we pass utterly out of school life into Life's school, we desire to tarry a moment with our friends to thank them for their friendship and faith in us, and to confirm that faith in our ability to go bravely on and meet the problems of life as courageously as we have met and conquered our school problems. To you, beloved teachers and principal, we extend our heart- felt gratitude for your faithful services in guiding our footsteps along the path of knowledge and for the noble example you have constantly set before us. If, at some future day, some of us shall have attained the heights of success, to you shall be due the honor and the glory. Classmates: For four happy years we have worked and played together and formed unbreakable ties of friendship. Tomorrow we shall set out in opposite directions to pursue our life Work, but however far apart we may be, either in distance or social spheres, nevertheless there will yet remain, unbroken, these ties of friend- ship which we have formed, to comfort us in times of sorrow and trial. We must not omit our dear Alma Mater's praise. From her storehouse we have gained priceless treasures, both of friendship and knowledge. As we travel on Life's journey, whenever we are beset by dark failures and sorrows we shall return in memory to the serene, happy days we spent under the guidance and protec- tion of our Alma Mater, and thus shall we be comforted. M. L. M., '26

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18 THE 1926 EPIC S E N l O R S THELMA GORDON sept. 16, 1907 You may speak as small as you will -Midsummer Night's Dream. Future intentions-Business School. DON'T CRY OVER SPILLED MILK-BOTTLES I The road before her smoothly stretchedg it stretched as ne'er beforeg In fact, it yawned, as over it she sped in shining car. The trees all nodded sweetly as she went driving past- That Miller girl Went driving, and she was driving fast. II The cobblestones all sparkled beneath the noonday sung Joe Ottenschot was going home, his morning's work all done. The bottles in his milk-truck were empty, it's a factg But every one of them was whole, and none of them was cracked. III The autos came together, as naughty autos willg J oe's car was knocked across the street, the bottles took a spill. Some flew to left, and some to right, and some to south and north' It matters not which way, but from the truck they all came forth. 7 IV The Miller girl foh happy daylj regained her calm composure, She stopped her car, got out, and put some powder on her nosure. 'Tis said that her complexion was the thing that suffered most: For Helen's rouge was nearly goneg she looked just like a ghost. V They still are gathering pennies down on Main Street where they fell, She scattered them that fateful day so Widely and so well. Now let this be a lesson, when driving you may go: Whene'er you see a milk-truck, be sure to drive quite slowli H S ,26

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THE 1926 EPIC Qblass 1Bnem A road is stretched before us, 'Tis smooth and shining bright, It lures, it beckons onward To achievements far from sight. And we must follow its windings To see where it leads, perchance, There are few, yea, few that escape it, And we sigh as we backward glance. We have climbed a steep, steep hillside- No pathway to its height, But we have striven bravely To make the road seem bright. Many have faltered and fallen, Conquered by hardship and toils, But we are now the victors, And to us belong the spoils. We have made strong friends on the journeyg There has been much sunshine and joy, And all those pleasant memories Old Time can ne'er destroy. At the foot of the hill, in the shadows, There shines a soft, bright light: 'Tis our honored Alma Mater, Who has guided us through the fight. It was she who gently urged us To reach the mountain height, We shall always love and esteem her, For she was our beacon light. But now we must turn to the shining road, That winding road of Life, We cannot escape, there's no other Way But that road with all its strife. Perhaps as we go it will lose its gleam- I cannot for aye be bright, There'll be sharp curves with no warning sign And storms that We must fight.