La Sierra College Prep School - Memory Trails Yearbook (Arlington, CA)

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PRESIDENTS ADDRESS WILLIAM NETHERY At last class night has come, and we have the opportunity to welcome you to our graduation. Tonight is our night of nights. We are justly happy for we have at last completed our course. Yet as the word implies we are commencingg commencing a great- er life, and one filled with problems of greater difficulty. To- night marks a great step in our lives-and it is only through the unselfish efforts on the part of our parents, teachers, and friends, that this hour has been made possible. Dear parents, we first welcome you. Our hearts are filled with emotion as we see you before us tonight. A mother's love, a father's praise-we hold these dearest to our hearts. It is diffi- cult at this time to express the love our hearts hold for you. We can only in part realize the sacrifice and toil you have expended in our behalf. Nevertheless, we love you, dear parentsg we ap- preciate your unselfish regard for us, and we cherish in our hearts the sincerest gratitude. To our teachers we owe much. The untiring efforts, the high ideals, and the many hours of labor spent in our behalf, we can never repay. But we do appreciate it. To do our utmost in living the life that you have exemplified can be your only reward. We hope and pray that we may accomplish this. And tonight, dear teachers, accept our heartfelt thanks. Friends, we realize it is your interest in us that has brought you here. We hope we may fulfill your expectations concerning us, for it is often the inspiration of a good friend that impels us onward.. Schoolmates, we shall ever remember the days we have spent together. Through all phases of school life you have always been our comrades. Through the joys and struggles of academic life PAGE THIRTEEN there has been formed a tie between us that shall never be severed. Qur fond memories of you during the past four years are clouded by the thought that we shall soon have to part. Vile wish for your success in completing your course. It is only natural, at this time, that we take a retrospect and survey the past. Has our life thus far been a success or a failure? Our academic life has been most pleasant. Vve realize that the difficulties we encountered were but stepping stones placed in our paths to aid us toward success. To struggle against odds and win is a just achievement. Vlfe maintain that true merit wins. Bubbles float easily and lightly upon the air: they sparkle very beautifully in the sunlight: but they endure only for a mo- ment, then burst, and are forgotten. We do not aspire to such a spectacular life: there is no merit in it, nothing that the world can profit by, or will care to remember. To many of us, the trials and marks of discipline have left in- effaceable imprints on our lives. Many opportunities have been neglected, many hours have been wasted, and valuable lessons lost. They are gone, never to return. Wie are the losers and our one regret is that we have not done our work better, and thus left a more fitting memorial to the ideals and purposes of our school. We trust that in our future paths, be where they may, that our life and actions will portray the ideals of this academy. Tonight we stand on a summit. ln peering into the future we vaguely discern the great valley of life. That great chasm of experience with its steeps to conquer and its rivers to ford. ex- tends in great reaches of trials. For some of us it holds another course of study-College, then life in its fullest extent. For others it holds positions of responsibility, places of worth in the work of uplifting humanity. Kfivitiriii-r-1 on 4 L., Tl1ii'ty-r'o.i'l

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DALE A. MARC!-IUS A friend so true is hard to beat, A student and an athlete. EX 'ELYN S. YCUNGS Naturally quiet and reserved, A heart full of goodness. NEYA Nl. STRONG llfe zrisli there were more like l1er, Kind, and always a friend. ALICE L. CASEB EER To know lzer is to love her, And slie is well known. ALB ERT L. DUERKSEN Sturdy and true: and a good worker. WELVE

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CLASS POEM MARION WILBER The day had been crowded with labor, And no rest had come to me, No time for thought or reflection Of the things that used to be. But evening came and a blessing Of leisure and calm repose: I walked in the glowing after-light, Through lane and by hedge rows. And lo, in thought, I walked again By mountain foot, alone. The winding road, the orchard side, The stream, and moss-grown stone All looked the same. I found the path And climbed ,and turned to view The scene outspread before me. O'er head the sky arched clear and blue, Wihite-specked with floating clouds That skipped across the plain below In shadow. Town and village, Hill and highway, lined by trees in row Wiith variegated colors blent And rimmed about with mountains high Rough topped range, smooth running ridge. And snow peaks reached the sky. Below me at the mountain's foot, Nestling with trust serene, The old familiar campus lay, C-ray buildings on grass green. A Sabbath hush o'er spread the place, No din of work about. And as the shadows lengthened The hour bell rang out. That sound so mellow and so sweet A summons did proclaim To gather to the worship And praise the Lord again. And thus I viewed the dear old school That meant so much to me: So much of hope and trust and love, So much of pardon free, For there we learned to walk aright, Nearer to God and heaven: There we gained a vision pure Of Him whose side was riven. Heart, hand, and brain were trained to All three in harmony. wo rk. We heard, we felt. we saw, we did- God blessed abundantly. A preparation full for life, Real life for others spent: We looked abroad on fields afar, Made ready to be sent. There were our teachers faithful. Whose lives of care flowed forth For students that they m'ght be taught To live a life of worth. There were our school-mates loyal They knew our trials sore, They helped us bear our burdens. Their friendship-a rich store! Oh, in my reminiscent mind A memory dear I hold, I'll ne'er forget that shield of blue, With that bright wheel of gold. Three letters L. S. A. shine forth And numbers '25- The emblem of my class! Oh! may its meaning thrive. motto, All for each Our And each for all, again Is shown by hub, and spokes, and rim That goes through shine and rain. That hub meant all the class That worked for each with vim. The spokes meant each of us. Who worked for all, -the rim. We toiled and played together, Sorrowed and oft rejoiced We learned to ask for counsel And heed the lessons voiced. We loved our school, its motives We tried our best to dog To others in this darkened world We pledged our service true. The fields lie ripenecl, waiting- PAGE T EN