Medora High School - Medorian Yearbook (Medora, IN)

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Out In the World I-Iowdy, Schoolmate, how you comin Since you're in this world of strife? What you thinkin', what you doin' What you gettin' out o' life? Do you find the path as easy As the one you trod at school? No, I dare say, you'll acknowledge That you weren't such a fool. Do you member those old schooldays, When some days you'd feel so blue, When your lessons you had not learned But you managed to get through? If you'll only stop and study You will see what gain you've made, But I want to ask a question Where was the foundation laid? Now the question I will answer And I know you'll not deny, Way back yonder in our schooldays- And the thoughts they make me sigh. How I yearn and how I long for Just one day to spend again, Like the ones we slien-t so long fore, You and I were grown up men. D. Mc

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The Reunion It's always fair weather When good fellows meet together- When autumn departs and the winter days follow, When we round up the year in a jovial way And pause for a moment from chasing the dollar To join the good fellows we knew yesterday, What a pleasure to find them, To slip up behind them With a slap on the shoulder, To call back our school days, Our glad days, our fool days At the grand yearly Banquet that's given by old High. Oh, we sit 'round the table, grown sadder, grown older, And talk of the glad days we didn't prize them: When each High boy went 'round with a chip on his shoulder And knew more of life than the wisest of men- We praise our professors, We once deemed oppressorsg We ask who has married and who's still girl shy- And we sigh heavy-hearted 0'er comrades departed Since the last Banquet given to the grads of old High. Oh, some have grown wealthy and some have fared badly, Some honored and some going fast down the hillg Some have lost the fair vision they once chased so madly, But all are the same honest school fellows still. So when all get together We see but fair weather And the cares and the worries of life we put by, And we toast as a starter Our dear Alma Mater At the Banquet they give to the grads of old High.