Lodi High School - Tiger Tales Yearbook (Lodi, OH)

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IMS WILYCOP ECHOES 1993 The Sentor’s History We, the Seniors of the Lodi High School, who have been working for recommends, have a checkered history. We are a great class even the Juniors will admit it. In nineteen hundred and thirteen we entered upon a year which will never be forgotten.. We were the largest Freshman class in the history of the school and we knewit. It took the faculty just one year to discover how reliable and influential we were. Our class elections have been models of harmony and free from discord. But this is easily explained. The girls out numbered the boys, and girls, dear reader never quarrel. ‘Their one rule is to vote solid against anything suggested by the boys. In the process of elimination through which we have passed, many of our number have fallen. Only the fittest survive. To be sure, we have been brought this year to look more than ever before on the serious side of life. Bereavements are bound to come, even in ones High School experience, and this year we have been sadly stricken by the loss of our former classmate tay House. As we approach the end of our High School days, we look back longingly to the bright days that are gone, the class parties, the receptions and the sleigh rides, which are now things of the past. Such is our history. We have been a distinguished class all through our course. But we have elected our last snaps and soon we will be ‘fooling down the aisles of time.’’ But as we leave the scenes of our many joys and sorrows, we will take with us that love and admiration for the High School days, which, growing and deepening through the years, will keep us ever members of one body.—Kenneth Garberich. Page 22

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; hig ye OP a Et Cc) MARY BENNADER ““May-be”’ Unlearned she knows no schoolman’s subtle art No language, but the language of the heart. ARLEEN FETZER S Ditch True ease in playing comes from art, not chance. As those move easiest who have learned to dance. HULDAH KIME “Blondy”’ Reserve with frankness, art with truth allied; Courage, with softness, modesty with pride. CARL JACKSON pojacks: Fixed principles, with fancy ever new; Shake altogether, and it produces You. Coat a

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WICOP ECMOES Sentor Class Poem School, from you today our paths are turning. Life has blossomed in thy “Halls of Learning,” To us thy gracious task has been fulfilled, To thy benignant teaching minds have thrilled, Expanding with a larger consciousness. Of life—thy gates now open at the press Of those, whose dreams awakening in the soul, Compel them onward to a longed—for goal Which mirage like, still hears us to forsake, These ties of dear delight we dread to break. ’Tis thee we bless as now we quit thy walls And onward march to wider life which calls, With voice insistent—‘‘Come to Me, Oh Youth With starry eyes, and heart aflame for truth Come, for I promise all thy dreams shall live And to thee richest treasures will I give.” Dear Friend, dost hear the voice we must obey F’en tho’ our loving hearts—they fain would stay With in thy shelter; yet we needs must go, To bear the burdens—work—and live—and know, But in that hfe thy councils shall remain, And joyous memories shall lighten pain. We leave thee sadly—yet with tho’ts aglow We scarce know why—to join the rivers flow, To Life’s vast ocean with its surge sublime, To grasp and hold our heritage of Time; Some shall wax strong in joy of tasks well done. Thrice happy schoolmates! Prizes nobly won, Some on the Path of Sorrow set their feet, And taste the bitter waters of defeat. The portals open—now the partings near, Wild Turmoil of the World, we dimly hear, We know we’re but thy children yet untried Nursed to that great panoply of Pride. Tho’ hearts are brave—our eyes with tears are full We breath a tender whisper—Farewell School. 8 —Seymour Falconer. Page 28