Medina High School - Mirror Yearbook (Medina, NY)

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Eighteen THE MIRROR In the valley also he walketh beside me, In tl1e dark placfes he whispereth to my heart. Even though my lesson be hard it is not hopeless, For the Lord is patient with his slow seholarg He will wait awhile for my weakness, And help me to read the truth through my tears. -Henry Van Dyke Contentment Trail Over the rise and down the vale Leads the lane of Hflontentment Trail, And the happiest hearts are those who know It isn't where but how we go. He travels best who finds eaeh day The joys of life along the way- Contentment blooming by his path, VVl1atever his prosperous neighbor l1atl1. The fairest flowers grow beside Our daily path, and Walk or ride, He holds the sweetest blooms at last Who stops to pick as he wanders past. ' -Frank Hill Phillips. Su V

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T THE MIRROR discovered that the great adventure in Education is found in the con- ouest of each difficulty which presents itself, in the faithful and con- scientious preparation of each day's work, and in the keen competition, not so much with one another, as with themselves-the determination to equal and surpass themselves. It is only because the students of Medina High School have that spirit that our school has been able to attain a standard somewhat higher than tl1e average high school in New York State. It ain't tl1e individual Nor tl1e Army as a Whole, But the ever-lasting team-work Of every bloomin' soul. Being created individuals with vastly different natures, We do not always think alike, and consequently difficulties sometimes arise. But after all, t'We's all des human, des common clay, Des need a little help to make Work play. Because of this, may you find in us, the faculty, as We have found in you, an inner spirit of helpfulness, friendliness, courtesy, and a sincere clesilc to do the right thing at all times! Then in after years when memories of the days spent in Medina lligh School co111e trooping back to us, our joys will be renewed, and within our hearts we shall say: ' It's just sweet memory that chants this refrain, I'm glad I touched shoulders With you. -Ruth E. DeLand. The Psalm of the Good Teacher The Lord is my teacher, I shall not lose the way. He leadeth me in the lowly path of learning, He prepareth a lesson for me every day, He bringeth me to the clear fountains of instruction Little by little he showeth me the beauty of truth. The.world is a great book that he hath written, He turneth the leaves for me slowly, They are all inscribed with images and letters, He poureth light on the pictures and the Words. He taketh me by the hand to the hill-top of vision, And my soul is glad when I perceive his meaning, Seventeen 2

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