Newport High School - Bruin Yearbook (Newport, WA)

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Commcnoomtnt comcs at last mixing joy with sorrowg joy that we have finished our four years courss and that lcssons and studios arc finishodg sorrow that thc jolly times no have had throughout our high school course, arc at last to ond and sorrow that ws must part with thc tcachors who have holpod us over many stumbling blocks. But more than all wc hate to part with our school mates uhom wa have learned to know and like so well. And now as wc leave, our parting wish is that the classes who follow us may have as good times as we have had and may strive to leave as good a record bchind them. By- Carol Adams. A PLEA God grant me these 5 the strength to do Some noodcd sorvico horog The wisdom to be brave and truag The gift of vision cloar, That in each task that comes to mc Soma purpose I may plainly sos. God teach mc to believe that I Am stationed at a post, Although the humblcst 'naath the sky, Where I am needed most. And that, at last, if I do well My humble services will tell. God grant me faith to stand on guard, Unchacred, unspoke, alone, And sec behind such duty hard My service to the throne. Whato'cr my task, bo this my creed: I am on earth to fill a need.

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Senior Class Song Here's to dear old high school days Of which we will gladly sing. Now we'll sing the parting lays Let every loyal student sing. Think of all the happy hours And of our carefree ways. Sing to her our Alma Mater The high school of our heart always. Now our high school days are o'er The dear old school we're leaving. In this world wc must travel far, Happiness and success to bring. Think of all the happy hours And of our carefree ways. Sing to her our Alma Mater The high school of our hearts always. Chours: To the trees, To the skys To the spring in its glorious happiness. To thc youth, To the fires To the life that is moving and calling us To the Gods, ' To the Fates, To the rulers of men and their destiny, To thc Boys, To the Girls, To thc memories that linger always.