Medill High School - Medillite Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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Q J-A H ,ull 'nu :yfW ..:'g 'i r 'Lx' , ' ,,,,- . . .+-,nwri,.i.1. frfrrllllllllllf-'?fn'r?z'il1l' lH'Mliri1i X '- .m.....wu,,,f. -,-, v ,Ag X Nl ,,. Q X M A - -ifgpy --A -T- PARODY-FROM HAMLET To speak or not to speakg that is the question Wfhether 'tis nobler in a class to suffer Itself to pass from school, to seek its fortune Yet speak unto its friends no words of welcome Or by resolving to greet them? To passg to speakg That's allg yet by a speech we show each friend Our heartache, and the thousand fears A class is heir to. Is that consummation Devoutly to be wished? To pass, to speak To speakg perchance to be laughed at, there's the rub- e For in that speech, what strange mistakes may come Though we have studied it with patient toil Must give us praise. Thereis the regret That makes calamity of too long speech, And who would bear the laughs and smiles of friends, The professor's scorn, the teachers worried look The pangs of dying pride, his classmates tears, The insolence of students, and the spurns That from all classes the unworthy takes W'hen he himself might his .departure take Wlith a bare nodding? VVho would duties bear, To grunt and sweat under a welcome speech- But that the dread of something afterward, The brightly colored program from whose task No graduate ever turns, puzzles the will And makes me rather bear the ills I have, Then leave to others what they know not of Thus conscience may make speakers of us all And thus I hereby do make resolution .That I will voice here my pale caste of thought For enterprise of great pith and moment VVait your regard. Their currents turn this way I, in their name take action. One and all I bid you welcome. Friends in the scenes to come Be all my words remembered, 7 -Commencement Manual ELEANOR PAINTER Pagz I 38 J M I-: 1 . FW , -, L.,:,,,. - ' mulllfldlll 'f-il lll F 4m.,.lfn- Iii' 73 - ' iifW H1-u ---e .TP ,E af.:- -i . .- 3-..T':..::-'-'