Newport High School - Newportian Yearbook (Newport, KY)

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gm; A.,l - - .vwmw . , . . t , rm Hana we Qaann to he that tnienci whom To us, the class of 1947, this yearbook is not just an annucl-lt is the written record of our stay at the House By the Side of the Road. In this, the last year of our soiourn, we have labored to present this book to Newport High School, so that not only will we have something to remember her with, but also that she will remember us by it. We have chosen 'The House by the Side of the Road 05 a basis for our theme because we feel that what Foss expressed in verse, we will try to express in action. For this is indeed a house by the side of the road, a haven on the highway of life. And here among our friends and teachers, we learn truly to be that friend whom man needs. And now with the war well over, with peace established and with friendship here and abroad so importantewhere else could be this house? In this the 1947 annual we shall endeavor to show exactly why our school is so important to us and to the rest of the world. We shall try to show how each department has helped prepare us to go forth on the great highways leading to our career in life-whether it be low, medicine, government, art, homemaking, or any of the many other careers that make up the great highways of iife. In the following pages, therefore, we have depicted some of the phases of school life that have helped us prepare for our tourney.

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THE HOUSE BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD Sum Walter Foss There are hermit souls that live withdrawn In the place of their self-content; There are souls llke stars, that dwell apart, In ct fellowless firmament; There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths Where the highways never rune But let me live by the side of the road And be a friend to man. Let me live in a house by the side of the road Where the race of men go by-- The men who are good and the men who-are bad, As good and as bad as l. I would not sit in the scorner's seat Or hurl the cynicis bane Let me live in a house by the side of the read And be a friend to man. I see from my house by the side of the road By the side of the highway of life, The men who press with the ardor of hope, The men who are faint with the strife, But I turn not away 'From their smiles and their tears, Both parts of an infinite plane Let me live in a house by the side of the road And be a friend to man. I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead, And mountains of wearisome height; That the road passes on through the long afternoon And stretches away to the night. And still i reioice when the travellers reioice And weep with the strangers that moan, Nor live in my house by the side of the road Like a man who dwells alone. Let me live in my house by the side of the road, Where the race of men go by- They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong, Wise, foolish-so um I. Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat, Or hurt the cynic's ban? Let me live in my house by the side of the road And be c: friend to man. SDeciiication 03mm

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