Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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Jfootsteps of Htfe (Class Poem.) WHEN our days of life are num- bered, And destiny alone can tell How many a one has slumbered, Only try and do things well. Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear; Stil o’er youth’s scens our mem’ry wakes Which we have borne and yet must bear. A voice from out the future cries, “On, on”—but o’er the Past Ah, starry Hope! that dids’t arise But to be overcast! Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set. When self-sacrifice of life begun. We surely then can ne’er regret. The echo of all human fame. Is not attained by sudden flight; Give eternal honor to Ilis name Though our hearts grow weary, ere the night. By hope, we help to save mankind Whose shadows round us spread; And drill the raw world for the march of mind. Which some do always dread. We trust, we resolve, we hope, we pray. As time runs on into the past. We may borrow the wings to find the way: And shall, while the world shall last. Tho’ world on world in myriads roll Round us each, with different powers. What know we greater than the Soul And other forms of life than ours?

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with flowing hair is leading the orchestra at the footlights of the —Behold! it is Raymond Williamson. He always has been a natural born musician. But what does he do during his idle hours. He has not forgotten the basis furnished by his course in Botany in the High School. Among his many wonderful works he has grafted strawberries and milkweeds together and produces strawberries and cream. We again talk of old times and were greatly surprised and pleased with the glory of the class of ’12. As we went home my friend fold her husband all that Madam Brabioschowskii had said; but he only laughed and said it was “all a humbug.” Now isn’t that just like a man? Vera Kruell, ’12. “DON’T READ THE BACK COVER”

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While races of mankind endure, Who treads at ease life's uncheer’d way— He will find the path of duty pure Nobler than this, to fill the day. Like the moon thy life appears; A little strip of silver light. Let not the shadowy disk of future years. Conceal thee as in gloomy night. For often may our burdens seem Greater than our strength can bear. Heavier than the weight of dreams. Strive on and meet them everywhere. Through the years successive portals. Through the bounds made from afar. Trials often made us startle. When we tried to reach a star. Our Aims all will various be. Fate alone can stand the test; For Victor he must ever be If he can prove himself the best. Like waves along a broad sea-beech When the sand a silver shines. It was thus we our endeavors reached. And thoughts along some lines. The Past and Present here unite Beneath Time’s flowing tide; Our friendships formed with pure delight. We hope may long abide. Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, Something still remains undone, For time will soon teach us the truth. Then, await the rising of the sun. Our goal’s not reached by a single bound. But by slow degrees we steadily rise; And as we’re advancing round by round May our Aims prove just and wise. Vera Kruell, ’12.