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

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THE 1926 EPIC Perchance it may lead to some sunny land, Or over the surging sea, It may wind its way to some foreign strand, Or into some shady lea, It may guide us o'er mountains and plains To the land of ice and snows, Or to flowery meadows and babbling brooks But ah! Who can tell? Who knows? It is left a secret, a mystery, We only may unfold, 'Tis for us to tread that shining road, Till the sands of Life are told. Then, when the rays of our Life's sun Become slanting in the West, Then may we say, and truthfully, That We have done our best. Then our sunset will be brighter, Our sky will be more blue, If we turn once more, with backward glance, To that far-off, distant view. 'Twill be the same hard hillside, No royal road to its height, There'll be others climbing upward, And striving to win the fight. And there below, in the shadows, The same soft light will gleam, 'Twill twinkle and shine, a guiding star, And brighten the hill with its beam. Then will our hearts grow lighter With a smile that is happy and bright, When in years to come we recall the school That was ever our beacon light. h -Beulah I. N adler, '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.

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22 THE 1926 EPIC Iaistnrp nf the beninr Glass Hearken, my friends, and you shall hear the history of the illustrious class of twenty-six. In truth, our history has just begun. Now we are ready to go into the world to make a name and a history for ourselves as individuals. A larger part of our past history is of school and our asso- ciations with school. In the autumn of the notable year of our Lord nineteen hundred and fourteen, forty-four small boys and girls left the toys and charms of their nurseries behind them in order to pursue the rugged path of learning, up which all must climb to reach the pinnacle of that which is called knowl- edge. That first day at school in Homer Academy was a revelation of all concerned. It was also our first step up the path of learning. On every little face in that room there appeared a frightened and timid look which flitted away as the day wore on. Under the kind and pleasant instruction of our teacher, Mrs. Bennett, our fears and anxieties of the coming years at Homer Academy were soon allayed. In that first grade we proceeded to learn the fundamentals of our education: readin', 'ritin', and 'rithme- tic , which formed the basis of our high school career. The next few years at Homer Academy were spent in ascending the steep slope of knowledge. Each year was a step advanced toward high school and greater things. Many pleasures and amusements were often intermingled with our studies, such as sleighrides, parties and es- pecially our class organizations during our term in high school. In the steep climb many of our classmates lost out and were stranded on the way. Of the original forty-four boys and girls that commenced school in 1914, there remain but five of the original class, all of whom are girls. They are as follows: Marion Morenus, Helen Miller, Marion Gallup, Mary Shearer, and Ada Ripley. I will attempt to give a short account of each of their lives, as I consider them to be the foundation of the class, and therefore worthy of mention. On August seventeenth, nineteen hundred and seven, a daughter, Marion, was born to Mr. and Mrs. Charles Morenus of the town of Locke. Marion has been popular both in school activities and athletics. Her great ambition is to become a teacher. The next member I will mention is Helen Miller. Helen first saw the light of day in Homer, December twenty-eighth, nineteen hundred and seven. Her great ambition is to attend college and later become a Riter . Helen has been prominent in school afairs and athletics. Marion Gallup first saw the dawn of day on Homer, April fifth, nine- teen hundred and eight. Marion's ambition is to attend college.