Lowell High School - Lowellian Yearbook (Lowell, IN)

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f ll W Wide open and unguarded stand our gates, Named of the four winds, North, South, East and West; Portals that lead to an enchanted land Here, it is written. Toil shall have its wage And Honor honor, and the humblest man Stand level with the biggest in the law. “Of such a land have men in dungeons dreamed.” Page four 19 2 6

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THE LOWELLIAN Habitation To those, with whom we have spent many happy days, who have been an in¬ spiration in the making of this book, to whom we entrust the traditions and cus¬ toms of our school—to our underclassmen —we sincerely dedicate this Lowellian. Nothing is impossible to a willing heart.’’ 19 2 6 Page three

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THE LOWELLIAN THE LAPSE OF TIME Lament who will, in fruitless tears. The speed with which our moments fly: I sigh not over vanished years. But watch the years that hasten by. Look, how they come.—a mingled crowd Of bright and dark, but rapid days: Beneath them, like a summer cloud, • The wide world changes as I gaze. What! grieve that time has brought so soon The sober age of manhood on? As idly might I weep, at noon, To see the blush of morning gone. Could I give up the hopes that glow In prospect, like Elysian isles; And let the charming future go, With all her promises and smiles? —Bryant “A thing of beauty is a joy forever.”