Mansfield High School - Manhigan Yearbook (Mansfield, OH)

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Our Graduation Yesterday is hut a laemorv now, A niemory of those wonderful days of youtli. We have hved through eaeh sliinint? (hiy Through eaeh shining hour we ' ve led I lie way. lint now it seems that time doth say, riiat the last of those golden (hiys Has s])read its light upon our way. And i)Mssed on in(o Kternity, forever. Yonder o ' er the broad horizon We can imagine the sun of loiiiorrow Just rising o ' er the eastern sky. But yet tliat tomorrow is far away. IJut e en liiougli this he true Here is today in all its s|)lend()r: In all the beauty that (iod mad( it, it is here for ,vou and me to enjo, -. But this shining day we cannol fore er enjoy. Darkness is fast falling o ' er the cily The street lights now put fortli tlu ' ir gleirn The stars overhead seem. Oh I so bright. rhe eiiureh is tilled to o ertlowiug As we, the class of Nineteen Eighteen File slowly down the aisle .Vnd reeeive as our reward, a Diploma. Bui luy friend, before our ])laee in line Comes up, and we too reeeive this ])rieeless paper. Let ' s pause just a moment to consider If «e truly deserve so great a reward. Twelve ,vears ago at the foot of the grade We start with a smile and a steady gait. And with our e.ve on the summit as our goal We steadily journey ujjward and on. ' Til tonight, as we crass the ])latform We reach this summit, anil, over the to)) We see, just rising o ' er the broad valley The Sun of Tomorrow, whieli spcms to say: ' ou ' ve played the game fair and won And here as your reward is, the World Tiike it, for in it there is a place for .you; Find it, and make the best of it you can. EARNEST S. WHEATON ' IS. — 19 —

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' 18 ' s Lament TO M. H. s. riic lime lias (■(iinc and we niiisl |)art, Tis thus aniliilion jiays, AVe staiiii with full and acliiuf; lu-art, Al llif paiiinu nl ' oui ' ways. Oil ' M. H. S., villi tilled our ciip illi kiinw ii ' d c liiiili and fine, ' I ' lic cil]) is drained, iiin we must su]i Of the world ' s more Killer wine. oii ke|il lis ill your old liriek walls Safe held from life ' s turmoil. The days we s|ienl in your dear halls A ere free from eare and toil. You molded ns. emhohlcned us, ( )iir destinies unfurled. And now prepared, preseiil us, A yift to a needy world. All revoir dear M. IT. S., It shall not he jjoodbye, For ' IS ' s class will always hless, When fond tlioiit;hts liaekward flv. Dorotliv Nolan IS. — 18 —

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Senior Class Officers DWIGIIT McCULLOUGH HERMAN BRUNK MARY PORCH FRANK LEE to:m O ' donnell ji President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Ser ' eant-at-arms 20