Lansing Central High School - Oracle Yearbook (Lansing, MI)

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that will bind us. Whatever there may have been that We might have wished otherwise at the time, it will all be lost and only with pleasure will we look back upon our High School life, and only with gladness will we say. Ennenekonta Ennea! Right in line! Lansing High School! '99l CLARA BELLE CADY. ..+-'z::x2f-.f'f1-53?-,. . MQ? 11' ! . .....,. ...M-f,x,,h. ,. A

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I think it tires him to do so. For he will make them go, And then he 'll stop-my dear, 't is true- He 'll stop and say: O whev.f! As to our faculty. we are forced to admit that they. too. are not of the very dullest. although one member does persist in leaving her glasses behind: while another immediately becomes very cross at such a small thing as a tlower or ribbon of yellow. One is so very extrava- gant as to pay 52.00 for a very small bar of toilet soap: while the opposite extreme is seen in another, who enjoys a grind dinner all the better when she can avoid paying for it. Despite the dreadful lack of gray matter in the brains of our instruct- ors, and notwithstanding-the extra amount of the same in the brains of the class of W, for some unaccountable reason we found it prolitable to remain during these last four years. Thus we now realize that we have learned perhaps a very little in that time. though in September of 'WS we thought such a thing impossible. Il' tonight any member of this graduating class should line asked. has it payed to keep at work. does the profit equal the lossf ' Iam sure we would all answer yes. XYe have gained and we know it. Not only in what knowledge me may have of Latin or Geoinetry. but some- thing more. Our minds have broadened: we have a clearer understand- ing of mankind. and a good foundation for becoming true and intelli- gent American citizens. such as will always he needed so long as our country stands. But we have worked hard for our reward. studying energetically through many tedious days and nights. As we look back over it now. we see many things that were unpleasant. XYe realize that many times we might have been more credit to our school and to ourselves: but tonight we forget them all and rejoice only that we can now say, as every other graduating class has said before us. z'r11f. z'z'1f1'. z'1'r1 ' with especial emphasis on the z-fri. Still in all the gladness of Commencement, there is one small strain of sadness. XVe soon will separate: some to go here, others there: some to success. others to failure: probably never all to meet again. But no matter how widely we may be separated, or how dihferently we may be situated. there will always be one bond of sympathy. one tie

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Class Prophecy Along one of the principal highways of Northern England. a solitary monk amhled on a peaceful mule. As he rode. the monk's head was bowed in deep thought and the mule seemed to be taking his time. stopping now and then unnoticed by his rider. But suddenly the mule stumbled and the monk looked up to see that he had come to a break in the woods, and that on a slight eminence, not far from him. was a soli- tary tower. The tower was high and built of rough stones. which were overgrown with moss and lichens. Near it was a small cottage com- pletely covered with ivy: so much so that it could hardly be recognized from a distancce. The monk dismounted from his mule and walked toward the tower. Looking up at the high windows he saw at one of them a sweet. pensive face gazing intently down the road. and as he looked the face of an ener- getic woman appeared beside the other. Immediately both faces were withdrawn. The monk turned to the lodge-keeper. who now greeted him. and asked who the ladies were. VVhy. Father. said the lodge-keeper Adelbert, the young lady is Lady Marie: she sits at the window all day. and when people ask her why she does it, she says she is watching for her knight, who is coming sometime to carry her oil. The other one is Mistress Dresser. her aunt and housekeeper. and she thinks Lady Marie a silly little goose to put faith in any man. The monk turned again to look at the tower. and saw coming from a small postern gate a Sister of Charity in her gray robes. He asked the porter who it was. and was told that it was Sister Margaret. who had, in her youth, been the bosom friend of Mistress Dresser. and that she now paid her a half-hour visit once a month: and, continued the porter. do you see that little cottage yonder C' There lives Mother Renner and her forty cats: and if you will believe it. she spends all 1: