Mason High School - Anchora Yearbook (Mason, MI)

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wi ju: 1 3 1 -iiniuiizizi 1 1-1-:.1o1n1i:::iq TO THE CLASS OF 1937 Our school days, bright and merry, So filled with joy and glee, Are over for the present And once again we're free. We'1ie been winners in the skirmish And our work has been well done, But we now must face real battles For the fight has just begun. We have delved in Mathematics In a scientific way. We are versed in ancient history And in language, we are gay. And our gallantrgroup of teachers Wll0'l78 stood by us all the while, Miist feel proud of us this minute, I can almost see them smile. From the days of kindergarten To this grand and glorious hour, Like a gaunt and haunting specter, They have held us in their power. But today the spell is broken And we have them all forgiven For were winners, yes, were winners, Our class of ThirtyfSeven. But with passing comes the parting, Soon our paths must separate, We must face life's battles bravely, Learn to labor and to wait. But where e'er our paths may take us, And no matter where we're driven, Let's remember, we were classfmates In nineteen thirtyfseven. Anchora -By Martha Laws

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-,,-,,-.,-.,- Anchora ..,- .-..- .-.,- .- ,-. VALEDICTORY Graduation opens and closes many doors. School doors lock behind us, and before us lies the vista of a new education-education in the school of life. The doors in which the keys have been turned are closed upon the scenes of the happiest days we may ever know. Acquaintances have been formed which will never be forgotten. After leaving this school we may never see many of our classmates again. Fate may take some of us to the other ends of the earth, or we may live for the rest of our lives only a short distance apart. Though our paths may never cross, we will cherish the memory of each friendship formed. We can not easily forget the teachers and friends with whom we have worked for four years. The door through which we now must pass opens into a great garden divided by many paths, each leading to a chosen profession. Some of the paths are worn smooth by constant travel. Others which lead to a comparatively new field of endeavor show the marks of recent blazing. We who are about to enter this garden must make our choice as to which path we will follow. Perhaps some of us will choose a certain one because it looks the easiest, not because our shoes are best fitted for that type of travel. Others will choose the path for which they believe they are best suited. Still others will be content to remain at the starting point, waiting for opportunity to come knocking at their door. Now that this time to choose our path and say goodbye has arrived, we realize that no one can really appreciate his school days until he knows they are over and can' not be retrieved. ln saying our farewells, we also express our gratitude to everyone who has helped us thus far-our teachers, whom we will remember long after we have for' gotten our lessonsg our schoolmates, who have helped make our school days more enjoy' able: our friends, who have been ready to help us with kind words and deeds: and more than all thesefour parents, who have sacriliced more than we shall ever know, that we might receive an education. To everyone we express our gratitude and a fond farewell. Young lives now must face their world- A place to them in mystery furledg Facing it with a hidden fear: Parting paths are asking 'kWhich way here? Cash reward for city toil, Or freer life on open soil? Thrilling sound of deepening mine, Or lullaby of singing pine? Forges' roar and hammers' clang, Or healing of a mortal pang? Life given o'er to golden gain, Cr soothing words to souls in pain? Taming of a whirring gear, Or sacrifice for lives held dear? Luring lights of festal halls, Ur calm refrain of night birds' calls? Some shall go and some must stay: Which should be, none now can say. But the moiling crucible of time Will mould for each a life sublime If he has but answered with conscience clear When parting paths have asked him, Which way here? -janet Hemans iwricxiniariniriixaniivixcfinielurirzq