La Porte High School - El Pe Yearbook (La Porte, IN)

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It Couldn’t be Done Somebody said that it couldn’t be done, Be he with a chuckle replied, That maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried. So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried, he did it. He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn’t be done—and he did it! Somebody scoffed, Oh! you’ll never do that— At least, no one ever has done it;” But he took off his coat and he took of his hat, And the first thinjs we know he’d begun it. With the lift of his chin and a bit of a grin, Without any doubting or quiddit, He started to sing as he tackled the thing That couldn’t Ik done—and he did it! There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done, There are thousands to prophesy failure; There are thousands to point out to you, one by one, The dangers that wait to assail you. But just buckle in with a bit of a grin, Then take off your coat and go to it: Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing That “cannot be done”—and you’ll do it. it Be a Man 55 It takes a little courage, And a little self-control. And some grim determination, If you want to reach a goal. It takes a deal of striving, And a firm and stern set chin, No matter what the battle, If, you’re really out to win. There’s no Easy Path to Glory. There’s no Rosy Road to Fame, Life, however we may view it, Is no simple parlor game; But its prizes call for fighting. For endurance and for grit, For a rugged disposition, And a ‘don’t-know-when-to-quit’. You must take a blow or give one, You must risk and you must lose, And expect that in the struggle You will suffer from a bruise. But you mustn’t wince or falter, If a fight you once begin, Be a man and face the battle That’s the only way to win. “ADVICE FOR THOSE WHO FEEL THE TOUCH OF SPRING Gather ye rose-buds while you may; Old time is still a flying, And this same flower that smiles today Tomorrow may be dying. 4 rl The Philosopher’s View On mules we find two legs behind And two we find before; We stand behind before we find, What the two behind before. But like as not we’d get a swat To send us through death’s door, Should nature take a change, and make The legs behind be four. Page Sixteen

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High School Song i. Once again here as schoolmates assembled We fain would life our hearts in song To our High School, our dear Alma Mater Let gladness the moments prolong. We are proud of our lads and our lasses Of honors won in days gone by So here’s a cheer for our old High School For our old High School, our dear old High. Chorus Here’s to our classes, here’s to our lasses Here’s to the lads they adore. Here’s to the Seniors so mighty Juniors so flighty, Freshie and Sopho- more. Let mirth and gladness banish all sadness And as the days go by you’ll find us ready and steady Boosting for our old High. II. Soon for us will the school days be ended The dreams of youth that fade so fast But we know that the heart oft will ponder In mem’ry of scenes that are past. There are joys that will long be remem- bered And friendships too that ne’er can die So here’s a cheer for our old High School For our old High School, our dear old High. Chorus Here’s to our classes, here’s to our lasses Here’s to the lads they adore. Here’s to the Seniors so mighty Juniors so flghty, Freshie and Sopho- more. Let mirth and gladness banish all sadness And as the days go by you’ll find us ready and steady Boosting for our old High. Pago Eighteen