McKinley High School - Tiger Yearbook (Marshfield, WI)

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High School: U. S. History: High School: U. S. History: Laboratory: High School: English Book: High School: Thou art even braver than Beowulf Thou fearest not no future gulf. Oh, friends, take sample of this kind And forever instill it in thine mind. Say what? Who comest now? With downcast eye and puckered brow? 'Tis I, the history of U. S. Who always was a friend and guest Of every Senior student here Who shunned all bad and had no fear. 'Twas I who gave to them that clue: 'In 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue,' Ha, ha! those were the good old days In the unforgotten byes and stays When I brought forth the good old Stamp That angered every child and tramp. Nor would I ever trade For any gold or ivory blade, The hours that I here have spent, Enfolded in cheerful armament. But oh, 'twas not it you Who seemed to gnaw and claw at few? And instill in every breath 'Give me liberty, or give me death?' Say, where art thou going in such a hurry? Slow down, for thou shouldst never scurry. I must now go, I cannot stay .For I can see that judgment day. Adieu my friend, and blessed be thou Never, never more forget the vow. I come in grandeur and in splendor. No task have I refused to render. My tools have gone in great array And caused me sorrow and dismay. My tools, ah those, who found delight To teach the scholarsfabout light. Although, I do regret to leave I dare not stay long to grieve. But will give forth a colorful fire Which from many hearts will neler expire. All have gone, I am alone- Each one hast lost his dear old home. Each day we've-Oh! and who is this Coming bustling-my-how swift! Gramercy, you are still here? - For I began to have some fear That you had gone and left me here. Though fringed and tattered, I will ne'er forget The happy hours when we met. To think of Chaucer's Canterbury Tales Among these terrible cries and wails. But ere, lest I chance to speak no more, I wish to express in greatest store My thanks to those who cherished me, And always remembered me in their glee. I forgive those who scoffed at me And laughed and wanted no more to see My picturesque teaching, taught by thee, Vision to thyself the Shepherd's Calendar, The Faerie Queen, Sir Guyon's valor. - But ah, I no longer can remain, But after I've gone and you the same I'll think of you and remember thy name. Gone, all my friends who stood by me Last is all the scurry and hurry of bee. But should I fret and also worry XVhen God hast given me every glory? 'Twas they who gave their youth to others And strove to drag some from the gutters. So passeth on all care and strife And endeth thus this cheerful life.

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High School: Typewriter : High School Typewriter : High School Steps : High School Locker : High School: Clock : Regrets from McKinley High By Lucille F olz I Ahoy my comrades, the end hast come Gone from us is all care and fun. Thou art free from all worries and strife, Now, thou wilt enter a different life. Come, gather about and quiet be Listen! . . . thou shalt run to me And tellst me how it were with thee. Poor me, that can no longer live, How gladly would I stay to give A task to some quick-nimbled finger, And impress a thing that ere shall linger. Ofttimes I've been badly mistreated By a young upstart who was somewhat heated, Or my health was very nearly spoiled Because I wasn't sufficiently oiled But now I leave with great regret Although you've given me some neglect. Is that the way to speak to me When I have offered every glee? Repent and comst remain with me. Oh, no, I see a light now coming Canst thou not hear the incessant drumming? How warm their greeting does now seem Away, away with thee, it is no dream. One has gone who hast lost his faith. Come hither, Steps, let's try thy bait. I'm worn, I'm withered, old, and haggard, And have been insulted by many a braggard. I've too loved my life, the fun, the cheer. And hate to give up my living here. 'Twas I who heard the secret stories Of every student, their whims and glories, But now I leave them all untold, Since I have grown by far too old. With sad farewell, I depart now, To leave the rest for others to plow. Ah regrets, regrets, 'tis I who hast to pay For all the happy times and days. But now, what is this? Poor friend, where is thine bliss? Boo-boo-hoo! My life is gone All my treasures are in a throng Hearst thou not them cry? Oh, me, thou hast nothing for to sigh. My jewels, which I was pleased to guard Now make my heart grow cold and hard. See them not, vested in that flaming arm No longer shall I protect them from harm. I cannot ask anything now my master, For I perceivest your loved ones leaving faster. But I will now no longer mourn, Or be down-hearted or even forlorn. But will thank the Lord for all the joys He gave me to serve those girls and boys. - Thou leavest me now, all alone. Cans't thou not stay in thine own home? But hehold! dear clock, so very pert, Why all the happy smiles and mirth? Cheer up, be happy and think of' the past, just the memories ought to be everlast. See my hands are somewhat withered, But my heart it is not now embittered. I think of the past as I did spy The faces anxiously waiting for three-forty-five Many times their eyes worshipped me. Ofttimes they showed hatred instead of glee. But cannot I forget the wrong, And worship, that life now far gone?

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A FRIEND NOT FGRGOTTEN Even tho' it was old and small we stillloved it. It shared all our sorrows, our pleasures, our joys and our fears And we stood by its sideg we loved and defended it, For better or worse, through many and many long years. We stood looking on from the campus 'til the very end, Until the brightening red flames had lowered and died. Like standing near or with a dying friend, We stood and watched its low tumbling walls and side. Seeing the flaming, red blaze against the sky, It sort of tugged and pounded at the strings of our hearts. We had in our wondering minds, both you and I That from this friend ne'er would We want to part. It is difficult to see that it is gone, But all is wellg its life work is now done. -CATHERINE SPECHT 79