Kouts High School - Kostang Yearbook (Kouts, IN)

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18 Pleasant hours are swiftly flying. Making haste to untrod ways. New days dawning, darkening, dying. Snatch away our care-free days. Tempus fugit. E’en our tears Fail to tempt him to delays. Thro’ history’s column he steers. Only Hope and Friendship stays. Tasks of duty and changing dreams Hear the same familiar strain, While music and plaintive themes Hush melodious thro’ our brain. School days fly, our youth depriving, Far removing fondest years. In return for truth and striving So banish all distracting fears. Science, art and language wended Teachers noble, grand, serene. Have our narrow realms extended Nearer shores before unseen. New tasks every day beset us. Thousand varied duties call, Summoning each to hope and trust. Face them boldly one and all. Could we come our minds pledged Youthful visions to content? Can the bird remain unfledged Ever in the foliage tent? Phoebus’ chariot often brightens As he nears the golden west. So we hope our mind enlightens All dark trivials to divest. Not with cloaks of inky blackness, Not with visage most deject, Nor our eyes with tears of bitterness, Can our inmost soul detect.

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RESIGNATION. (CLASS POEM) HERE is now tlie smile that brightened, Every Senior’s noble brow ? Has not their faces lightened Since they are parting now! Not yet lost is all the perfection Gained in High School’s merry reign. Wisdom alone claims direction, May we anchor here again? Passing years in pleasant weather Golden Rule’s best teaching heed, Soon on other shores will gather After wanderings vast indeed.

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1!) Oil! Gone! Forever gone mo more Shall High School light our way Along the rocks of education’s shore, When only truth can stray. Let our unceasing, earnest prayer Thro’ all the dark, desperate fight, lie, too, for light,—for strength to bear I's safely to the right. Is the hour of parting past ! Must our trembling feet, Waft us from K. II. S. at last To life’s still retreat ? Now farewell, we’ll sorrow banish, Aided still by memories bright, And tin smile with which they vanish Leaves in us a strengthening light. Memories not soon doomed to perish O’er the class of Ft’s way, May our sister classmen cherish Them, when far, far away. KATHFRINK DRAZFH, ’Id.