Lancaster High School - Mirage Yearbook (Lancaster, OH)

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All your strength is in your union, All your danger is in discord. Go now to your awaiting teachers, They will help you, and instruct you, Till you reach greater knowledge, Till you gain a Sophomore’s state.” Thence departed each one straight way, Studied, grew, and dwelt together, 'rill in peace, with silent footstep, Slipped one year from them for-ever. Braves Once more when the Autumn sunlight Filled the sky with haze and vapor, Touched the rugged hills with smooth- ness, Bro’t the tender Indian summer, To the school on old Mulberry, Came again the Class of ‘14, Came the valiant class of Sophomores. And so quiet were these people, So discreet, so conscientious, That the great and lofty Seniors, Condescend inly did smile upon them, And did say, “To these sweet creatures Will we give our highest honor, Will we give the honor we sought for By each separate class, each teacher. We will dedicate our annual, The “Mirage”, our famous paper, To the meek and gentle sophomores. To our gentle sister class”. Then our principal, who learning How they studied, how they toiled!!! How unceasingly were their efforts To bring honor to the school, Made for all an Indian picnic, Made a wonderous, festive gathering On Mt. Pleasant’s rugged brow. And they feasted long and merry, Feasted till the cake had vanished. Feasted till the moon rose slowly, Till the moon rose from the water, Rippling, rounding, from the water. Thus again a year departed.— Slipped from them with silent footsteps, Slipped from them a year forever. Warriors “Great men die and are forgotten.” Wise men speak; their mighty words Perish in the cars that hear them. From the memory of the old men Pass away the great traditions. Thus the glory of the Juniors Must depart, must be forgotten, Unless painted with bold brush strokes In the ancient halls of time. Many figures must be painted, Each some word or thot suggesting; First a group, a class united, Drawn in colors black and yellow; Standing at. their head a leader, He of all the group the tallest. Next a tiny dot of gold, A triangular yellow dot, Gold which ‘14’s emblem bears, Must on this canvas painted be. Youths and maidens next arc gathered, Where the footlights shed their glimmer, Where the spectators, applauding, Shower praise upon “The Freshman”. In the spacious halls next painted, Stands the class, the class of ‘14, Talking laughing, greeting parents,—• Parents who enjoy the pleasure That is in each face reflected. Foot-prints towards a great hall pointing, Are a sign of invitation, Are a sign of guests assembling At the annual Junior-Senior. Figures strange and brightly colored, Figures mystical and awful, Each some class-mate representing, Must be painted on this canvas. Songs of mirth ,songs of gladness, Songs of love and songs of parting, All are written in these figures, For each figure has it’s meaning, Each it’s separate song recording. With this jubilant chorus ended

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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;

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Slips one more year into silence; Has the Junior year departed To be gone from them forever. Chieftans On the hill of old Mulberry, At the towering red-brick school house, At the door way of the school house, In the pleasant autumn morning, Al the teachers stood and waited, Waited full of expectation, Till the Seniors in their glory, Till the great and mighty Seniors, Came; and to them thus the teachers, All the Juniors, Sophomores, Freshmen, Spake, and bade them hearty welcome; “It is well,” they said, “Oh Seniors”, That you come again among us. All our school in peace awaits you, All our rooms stand open for you, You shall enter any classroom, For the heart’s right-hand we give you ! Then the Seniors answered saying, “We have listened to your welcome, We have heard your words of kindness, We will think on what you tell us.” So they organized, those Seniors, Organized, and for their leader, Did they choose that same tall class-mate, Who had been their Junior chief tan, Many were their feats of valor, But among them all, the greatest That which set the town a-wondering, That which made the High School tremble, At the daring of these Seniors, Was the great November Carnival; Happy were these active Seniors When success had crowned their efforts, When success had lighted boldly On ‘1 4’s glorious banner. After the unheard of coldness, The intolerable Winter, Came the Spring with all it’s splendors, All its birds and all its blossoms, And again ‘14’s fair banner Hung above the glimmering footlights. This year was their play “The Sophomore”, And the play won fame and honor. Won extended fame and honor, For ‘14’s dramatic art. But at last arose the Seniors, From the class-rooms rose the Seniors, Bade farewell to all their teachers, To the Juniors, Sophomores, Freshmen, Bade farewell, and spake in this wise. To those whom they left behind them; “We are going, oh dear people, On a long and distant journey. To the land of Life we travel, To the unknown Land before us. Many moons and many winters Will have come and will have vanished. When we finally reach our purpose In the Land of the Hereafter.”