Main Avenue High School - El Sombrero Yearbook (San Antonio, TX)

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Dkak Boys and Girls: German legend tells of an enchanted castle, over grown with flowers, the door of which is opened by the little key flower. In the interior is gold and silver and precious stones in profusion, and on the walls the inscription. “Take what you will, being careful to choose only the best.” The place, called the world, stands before you in all its crystal splendor. Its doors are to swing wide open through the electric current of the tiny key “self”, which you hold in your hand, and while your companions shiver on the threshold striving in vain to force the bolt by the key “luck”, “fortune”, “chance”, you yourself are in the mighty interior of the citadel, selecting and classifying, for you are to take what you will, being careful only to choose the best. Like all untrained and unsystematically trained people, the simple pea-ant boy of the legend thrust aside the real treasures of this dazzling world, and filled his pockets with glittering gems, only to find them turn at last to dry and withered leaves. His treasures were gone, for he had forgotten that, without which all else were worthless dross,—the little flower that bloomed on the hillside, the key to the beautiful. You will find the world, rich, beautiful, and pure, or poor, ugly, and miss-happen, according as you have learned aright or have missed the lessons of life; and are, or arc not able to apply those lessons in the days before you. The time of leaving the public schools for the battle of life is a period of profound expectancy and of fearful potency, inspiring to the young men and women, standing somewhat apart as they do, and yet ready to pass through the gate “Action”, into the mighty Amphitheater, the World. The hope of the nation and of civilization, rests on the fact that every springtime thousands of young people, with faith strong, hope bright, and ideals pure, “untainted as yet by the world’s slow stain,” go into business and professional life from the public schools of America. My message is a message to the young, to those whose hearts are the reflection of the divine optimism of the world, whose faces arc toward the light. I speak to young people who have the trust of innocency and the strength of virtue; who have laid fast hold on the Eternal, the purposeful, the Unchangable, the Unconquerable, the Unshackled. To such, and to such only, is the possession of the world’s treasures at all possible.