Milton Township High School - Miltonian Yearbook (Milton Center, OH)

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1927 MILTONIAN 1927 Class Song Tune Now Our Day is Overn 1 Now our days are over We are leaving thee Memories we have taken Ever sweet will be. 2 Milton Hi was always Ever since our birth And it ever shall be The dearest spot on earth. 3 Now we want to tell you Of a love that's strong And we want to spread it Through this little song. 4 So dear pals and playmates To thee we say 'tfarewelln And in that fair country May we heed the bell. 5 Then to our dear teachers We have always been Good and kind and loving Never known to sing. 6 Dear old Milton Hi School We are leaving thee And you'll ever find us True as we can be. 7 Classmates, gals and fellows To you we say good bye . May you always think of Gold old Milton High. 8 CSoftlyJ As our days are ended All our work is done. But upon life's pathway We have just begun.

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1927 MILTONIAN 1927 Class Poem of lQ2Z This is the day of our triumph, The troubles and cares of the past years Fade like a dream from our memory As graduation appears. Long we have labored and waited For just such a moment as thisg Long we have struggled for victory, To have gained it what wonderful bliss. Time in its flight touched us lightly, Years passed along as a day, We realized dimly and vaguely Its swiftness in passing away. To us it seems just a short time Since we were just starting to school, And trying with childish endeavor To work and conform to the rule. The road from our infancy upward Has buried as all pathways do, It wasn't all smoothness or roughness But mixed with both all the way through. And tho' there were times for despairing, And times for exceeding great joy, And though there were things to encourage And things seeming bound to arrayg We made our way steadily upward For victory cometh at last, And so toiling upward and onward Into the M. H. S. we passed. There in one class all united With well defined purpose in mind, We studied our various courses Our own special calling to find. And while there are those who have found it And those undecided as yetg Wherever their life-work shall lead them Their school life theylll never forget. And when they are far from the portals Of that school to them once so dear, They will think of the joys it has brought them A wealth of friends and good cheer. They will ponder events that have happened Remember each scene with a smiley Remember each step as they took it Live it over again all the while. But brightest of all the glories Stands out the one day alone, When proudly victorious and happy- A H. S. diploma we own. We leave the old H. S. forever, And out on Life's Highway we go To battle for future achievements Mid financial, rain, wind, and snow. But now it's good bye to the H. S. Who sheltered us these four long years, 'Tis not without sorrow we leave it Altho' we may shed no tears. When health and success shall have crowned us, And time in its swiftness shall fly, Our thoughts shall perchance flutter backwards To the time when we told it good bye.

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1927 MILTONIAN 1927 Valedictory Q if 3 W, pausing awhile to draw in our breath for the work ahead. M, Q The voyage of life is through many deep and unknown channels, ' -- 1-,LJ with many windings and turnings that often make it hard for us to tell just what we have passed by, and what we are yet to meet. It seems a long course to follow, as we row thru the waters, and we are often tempted to let our bark drift whithersover it may, but as we rest upon our oars and look back, how very short a distance we seem to have come, after all, and how close the banks appear to be! It is pleasant to pause here at the bending of the stream, and consider for awhile the pleasant calmness of the wave-ripples thru which we have so easily been rowing, but we cannot linger long, for already the noise of life's larger waters is calling us, and we know that we must row ahead out of the peaceful, shallow current of our young life, where we have been able to drift thru so much of our passage, and pull hard thru the deeper channels against the stream of active life. Dear Parents and Friends, we cannot pass forever out of this quiet channel into the deeper waters awaiting us, without thanking you from the bottom of our hearts for the privilege of beginning this voyage of life on the banks of so clear and calm a stream. For these happy years our bark has glided so smoothly along between the banks that we could reach over and gather the lilies thru which we were guided, and were scarcely conscious of our own efforts in propelling our little craft up the stream. Our teachers have carefully sheltered us from every adverse wind of thought, and have warned us with the most zealous pains of the evil rocks and shoals or tangle of sea-weed so sure to be met with in the broader channels of our onward course. We realize that had you not made this possible for us, our start on the voyage of life might have been saddened by many disasters and retarded by many a barrier that might threaten to wreck our vessel, even at the very beginning of our voyage, and we want you to know how much we appreciate your loving thoughtfulness before we, said on- ward, thru the deeper channels to the sea of larger life awaiting us. To you, dear teachers, we must also express our earnest thanks. Often and often, in the days to come, when we are thrown more and more upon our own guidance and intuition, our minds will travel back to you, and we will see how many times you have helped to steer our frail bark around this or that difficulty, till we shall long, I am sure, to return to the shelter and protection of your piloting. But you have given us both our chart and our compass, and as our boat glides out of the waters where you have been its guide so long, and your eyes, as I know they must, follow us on into the deeper channels ahead, may you ever see our crimson and silver as sgnals of promise and grateful resolution from the class that must never be afraid to show its colors, as we push out to perform our mission in the splendid sea of a bigger opportunity. And thus, classmates, we linger at the bend of the stream-the end of our course -tonite we launch, where shall we anchor? We have paddled together thru the school waves behind us, but each must row forth alone in the deeper channels to come, wherever and into whatever they may lead. Let us, as the billows of life force us apart, keep our colors, with all that they signify to each one of us, ever flying at the mast-headg and so, face every duty of the unknown waters bravely and boldly, the principles of honor ever turning the pilot-wheel, as we sail to the success no graduate of this dear school can ever fail to win. :ffifffq EAR Friends and Classmates: gf Our little boat stands at rest at the bending of the stream, and we are K' 1 bfi. 2 For now our boat glides out between The rocks that guard the shore, Bearing the Class of 1927 To be a class no more,