McKinley Technical High School - Techite Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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$$ err CLASS POEM PAGE 14 Class Poem When comes glad Spring, with all her vernal joys Unveiled; when verdant Summertime awaits The coming of her noon; then dawns the day When loving friends must leave these hallowed halls. The spirit sweet of bounteous Nature’s joys Is tinged now with sadness, lasting, keen. Sweet Friendship, what a treasured light is thine, That spreads adown the future’s misty halls, Nor shrinks nor fades in glimm’ring doubt o’erspread, But brightens, richens, mellows as we view it, And bathes us in its radiant, sunny warmth. The halcyon days of High School, hallowed times! For so they seem to us, impatient ones Who strove by wiles and cunning to evade Our teachers, (patient souls), and books, and tests: We wished them all beyond the ocean’s strand. But now, as summer brings us to their end, We sigh, and long in parting yet to stay Amongst their simple joys. : Enough of this! the greedy world awaits. A tear we leave, a parting clasp exchange, A ling’ring thought to High School’s sheltered calms ; To joys received by thankless, selfish hands ; To school life’s charms, the Springtime of our lives; To friendships, strengthened as the years pass on. For all of these we sigh in sadness deep ; To all we leave a lasting, fond adieu. W. A. H. Cuurcu, U3

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ee eee ee LASS HISTORY PacE 13 humorists, Sachs and Fegan, not to mention Amelia Gude, Thomas, Preil, and the choruses of seniors? Where would our cadets have learned to be so bloodthirsty without Gillette, Gessford, Brumbaugh, Burner, Dodge, Marshall, Byler, Ellis, Bissett, French, Stearman, Slanker, and Hunt? Our citizens may still sleep peacefully o' nights with these crafty warriors on deck. Where would the speed in our track team have come from without Ryan, Powell, Easter, and Lipscomb? How could Tech Life have achieved its most successful year without Tibbitts, Thomas, Gessford, Stickel, Mincosky, and Bomar? And we might state here ignorant peruser of this account of well-known doers and doings, that we may grow up and marry and be happy, but never will we forget the Tech “she’s” of our high school days as typified by Margaret Kroll, Helen Faris, Edith Murray, Louise Leeke, Amelia Gude and Mary Trigg and, in fact, all of them. These facts, even though they come from our unparalleled class, may at first startle you but when you remember that modesty is still our watchword— what do you know, after all? Everything you do, have done, or will do, Under- grads, we have already done just a little better and a little more wisely than you. You know that! But now we're leaving. No more shall we be late to school; no more will we skip; no more will we fall in love with fair Techites, lag in the corridors, harmonize on the hymns in assembly, spill H2 SO4 on our new clothes, or get sent to the office—for we are graduating, and despite the fact that we all claim to be glad our school days are over, still we'll miss the haleyon days we spent at Tech and we now realize, “With a sudden, swift, realization That there’s still quite a bit we don’t know.” But we'll always have a warm spot in our hearts for you, Tech, and for the days we spent with you, so with a queer little ache in us, somewhere, and a last look around us—we go, Ropcer D. Gessrorp.

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CLASS OF JUNE, 1917 . BYRNA ABBOTT (Mesquito) 324 Fourteenth St, S. FE Basket Ball, °17; French Club, 17; Honor Roll 6 Semesters. This girl seems quict enough In lessons she never does bluff. When her eyes shine bright On a starry night, Oh, she’s nice as a luscious cream puff. JOHN A. ANDERSON Isa AT SEW. S.. E Cadets, ‘14; Rifle Club. 14; P.ayers’ Club 17; Spring Play, '17. To Anderson studies are a bore; “Uncle Louie” each day rides him more. He'd really be bright If he'd study at night, But the very idea makes him sore ROBERT NELSON ANDERSON 60 Randolph Place, N. W G. O. President, 17; Assistant’ Manager Football. '15; Manager Football, 16; Critic of Agora, '17; Secretary “1” Club, °17. Anderson, President of “G. O.” Is a boy whom we a‘l know, His campaign was snappy, And we're all happy, For he certainly makes things go.