Lancaster High School - Mirage Yearbook (Lancaster, OH)

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Class Jlistorp By Flora Mercer ’14 Ye who love the haunts of Mulberry Love the sunshine of the school life, Hate the shadow of dull lessons And the dread examinations, Listen to this wild tradition, To this tale of 1914! Pappooses To the hill of old Mulberry, To the great, red-brick school building, Came the infant class of ’14, Came the future “mighty Seniors”, All the Freshmen drawn together By their yearning ( ?) after knowledge, To the hill of old Mulberry, To the great red-brick school building. And they stood there on the portals With their pencils and their tablets, Trembling like the aspen quivers, Green as April’s verdant meadows, Wildly staring at each other. William C. Brasharcs, the mighty, The dictator of the High School, Looked upon them with compassion, With paternal love and pity. Over them he stretched his right hand, To subdue their frightened heart beats, To allay their fear and trembling, Spake to them with voice majestic, As the sound of far off waters; Welcome to our institution. “Oh my children! my dear children! Let us live in peace together,— Live as brothers, dwell together;