Hope High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Providence, RI)

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Qllaaa Lqiatnrg When the class of 1903 entered the historic halls of Hope Street, it - was a group of bright and eager young faces that met the approv- 4 9 ing gaze of the teachers. Never, thought they, had such promising Aw X material been gathered together. But, alas, they were soon to be 'H , undeeeived. This very brightness and eagerness, with an extra- fii L'1m H ordinary enterprise, caused the downfall of us young lireshnien and ' ix lfreshwomen in the estimation of the instructors. 2 P A It must have been that we learned our lessons so - quickly and easily, that so much time was left to amuse ourselves, for, sad to relate, it is on this score that the class is best known. As often happens in great natures, with our little lapses from virtue there are coupled many noble traits. Not the least among these is our public spirit. Hardly a day passes that does not find some one of us in- terviemving the Principal at the office. There was a time, early in our history, when we made some approach toward being a studious class, but one day' we came upon the passage, ' ' Where ignorance is bliss, 'Tis folly to be Wise,'l and as the lesson sa.nk deep into our hearts, there was no longer any danger of our be- coming a class of grinds and drudges. In some Way or other most of us managed to struggle through the difficulties of the Hrst year, making friends and finding our places in the school life. W'hen We became Sophomores it was found that advance in knowledge brings its sorrows. However, the routine of studies was broken by the organizing of the two classes, English and Classical, and the choosing of class pins. Those selected far exceed all previous ones in beauty of design. Indeed, the Juniors considered the Classical pin so handsome that they have imitated it in their inimitable Way and used it as a pattern for a dinner plate. Our experiences were much like those ol' other So- phomores, We drew the same old A B C Hgures on the board, heard the sa.1ne old jokes, and drank the same old soup. Our Junior year demonstrated our enterprise. We enjoyed several entertain- ments during the year, filling the Seniors with jealousy at the thought that the idea had never occurred to them. Cui' melodious voices were heard from the platform of

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lglgarthnn Sierra nn 3515 ,Unurnrg The palace of the sun stood, raised aloft O11 marble colunins, blazing far and wide With flaine-like rubies and all precious stones. The roof was ivory, and the shining doors XVerc Iinest silver, dazzling to the sight. Clothed in a purple vesture, Phocbus sat High on his royal throne of eincralds green. On either hand the equidistant- Hours, The Day, the Month, the Year, and Seasons stand. First, young Spring stood with flowery garlands crowned Next, unclothld Suininer ripening cornstalks bore, Then Allt-1111111 came, with ruby grape-juice stained, Last, icy Winter with his shaggy hair. is bk Pk Pk Pk Pk Pk Pk Ik Pk Pk Pk Pk Pk When Phmbus finished. the iznpctuous boy Asked for one day the chariot of the Sun. His father long objected, but in vain. At last he led the boy where stood on high The chariot which its niaker, Vulcan, gave. Its spokes were silver, all the rest was gold, The yokes, adorned with brilliant tourrnalincs Shone far with light reflected from the Sun. As daring Phazthon wonders at these things, The watchful Dawn unfolds the purple doors And opens wide the rosy rooins of day, VVhile Lucifer drives off the fading stars. Then Phoebus called his fleeting messengers, The Hours, and bade them yoke the restless steeds. The goddesses in haste obeyed his word, And led the fiery horses from their stalls. Foreseeing ill, he deeply sighed and said, Obey at least the counsels of your sire: Spare the whip, boy, and often use the reins. . But, while I speak, damp night has run her course And reached her Vlfestern goal, Aurora lights The fleeing darkness with her rosy torch. Take up the reinsg or, if your mind be changed, Let nie ascend and take the steeds in charge, VVhile you look safely on. ' ' Phaethon, unmoved, Stood in the chariot, grasped the flowing reins, And thanked his anxious sire, and said farewell. Meanwhile, the winged horses of the Sun XVith neighings filled the air, and kicked the bars With savage hoofs. At last the bars were dropped, And access given to the boundless world. The stecds sprang out upon their Westward course, Dashecl through the opposing clouds, and, flying on, Passed by and left behind the South-east wind. 1

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room U,-at least some of our voices were. This work in ClGClH-ll1iLJflOl1 was highly sat- isf11cto1-y-to us. Very often the effects clesirerl by the author of the selection would not be apparent o11 the faces of the 211LlLllCl1CC, yet it is only fair to say that every effort was truly uppleeiaterl. The last year of our sojourn in the land of Hope has come. lVe now deelaim our own literary procluctions instead of being the niouthpieces of other great men and XVOIIIOH. The Senior Dance this year was the 1llOS'lf SllCCCSSl'U,l ever given, and there is every prospect that our gracluation will be the most brilliant. For how coulcl it be C7'fllC'l'WlSQ with the witty, wise, and wonderful cclais of 1903? lVe part from Hope, hoping for its best, though no longer here. We leave Hope for our greater hopes, never fOl'gCi4tl1l,lI the Hope where many of our clearest hopes have begun, some to be our hopes through life. And We hope in our noble generosity of inincl that there 111ay son1eti11'1e be a class great, as good, and as glorious as ours, yet our impartial juclginent doubts it, although we hope for Hope'S sake that there may be. 'llfl flDCmOI'lHl11 ROBERT BURNETT ELY DIED MARCH 5, 1900