Moral High School - Moral Yearbook (London, IN)

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MGRAL THE CHIMES OF OLD MORAL The smoke from my Havana seems to curl up in the air And forms into a picture that I think I've seen somewhereg Ah, yes! It is familiar now. My fancy starts to roam- lt takes me back to Moral which I once called home. I'm swimming in Big Sugar near the weeping-willow trees, I hear sweet music floating on the summer eveningfs breeze, Some notes are Hlled with happiness and some with sorrow, too- Ah. now I know the tones are from the Chimes of Moral School. I'm standing on the yard, it seems the time of May, The Senior ffirls are dancinff the band beffins to ulav 5 bs a l ., I'm Going Ilack to Moralf' that dear old Iligh School song, lYhile bo 's and irls are sinffinff to helm the tune along, 5 g as is l - llut now it seems the music sto ms still all the students sine, l , s. Moral, Moral, we love but you. Oh, how their voices ring! But, hark! The bells are rimfiiili' in the Chimes of Old Moral. 6 tw lint now a wind comes blowing, the picture fades away, And leaves my dream all broken-may they return some day- Yet still they live in Mem'ry, and brighter grow with age, lYhile Father Time is reck'ning my years upon his And when my journeyls over and my last hour is at hand, I ask that I be buried back in Hoosier Land. And when I get to IsIeaven's gate above the sky of coral, l'll beg a harp that imitates the Chimes of Old Moral. --1 9 2 all Page eleven

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MORAL Ors-lr:lmrh's I'hutn SCIENCE 1 f,l'I'IlIlllKIl'S I'hutn DOMESTIC SCIENCE I':u!0 tr-n -i-19 mal-

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Pxuzo twolvv MORAL FOREWORD The Mural staff presents to you the first volume nf thc Mural. XYC hope that the reading of this volume may bring as much plczlsurc :md prufit to you as the Il12liiil1g' of it has to us. --1924--1