Mishawaka High School - Miskodeed Yearbook (Mishawaka, IN)

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Miskodeed 1919 Senior Class History President Vice-President Sscretary Treasurer BENJAMIN PISER BERTHA HUNT HELEN GARNS PHANOR HOWLETT Class Colors Class Flower Purple and White White Rose Motto: ' 19 M. H S. All for U. S. ONE morning early in September, 1915, a class of pale, frightened, weak- kneed Freshmen cautiously entered the heroic halls of Mishawaka High School and climbed with falterging step the many flights of stairs leading to the Auditorium. Then began the notable career of the class of nineteen hundred and nineteen. While the Seniors, Juniors, and Sophomores were amusing themselves by watching the Freshmen make blunders, little did they realize that the High School career of those innocent, bashful Freshies was to be one of the most noble and glorious ever found in the history of the M. H. S. And indeed, our class has been successful. In athletics, in oratory, in de- bating we have always been well represented. Our class plays have always been greatly enjoyed by the public. Our Junior Prom was a brilliant success. Our Miskodeed was one of the best ever published. Our Senior year has been particularly worth remembering. First, our war work, whence came our class motto; then the Senior Vaudeville and New Year ' s Dance; the Senior Terpsichore — all these have made 19 a class which is certainly an honor to our school. Four years have passed since we entered M. H. S. Our record as Freshmen, as Sophomores, as Juniors, as Seniors has been made. The recorder has penned the history of the class of nineteen hundred and nineteen, and with a word of thanks expressing the debt of gratitude we owe and always shall owe to the un- tiring efforts of our faithful teachers, we shall close its pages. With ribbons of purple and white we shall tie the manuscript and lay it away. Now we part — part from each other and from the familiar scenes of our High School life. With hearts loyal and with purpose true, let us ever press onward. Fondly we our steps retrace And linger by the way. We think of the past as yesterday. And would prolong our stay; But a silent voice against our will Impels us onward — onward still. On this parting day let us turn our gaze To the future as by duty bid; Leave the fading gems of other days To seek the pearls in life ' s ocean hid. With visions of hope let every soul thrill For the voice cries onward — onward still. [ Fourteen ]

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1919 Senior Class Poem Send us forth, ' Alma Mater, ' ' strong in mind and soul, Each aspiring to the highest, each, to touch the goal: Never failing, the Life ' s hardships foil us, day by day; In firm purpose lies the Passport Time cannot delay. Onward, then, and upward ever, to a higher light — Rich with blessings of endeavor; splendid, in the right! Call us thine, e ' en tho we leave you; for, deep in this heart Lives the memory of the teaching, never to depart; And thy friendship binds us all with links of cherished gold; Speaking, too, wise words of counsel, as in days of old: See, the Past! while, here before you, Future s doors unfold. Onward, then — for youth is courage, and the strife begun: Forward! and may strength uphold you till the Prize is won. Now the morning of our school-life passes to the noon; In the path of countless others we shall travel soon. Never may our feet grow weary, nor the way too dark, Even tho some chance misfortune may our footsteps mark. Time is ours; of our Future — we the masters are; End, we know not; but our Duty is our guiding star: Ever onward, outward, upward — farther on our way — Nearing, then, the Goal of effort, and the Light of day. Ruth Lechlilncr [ Filteen I