Peabody High School - Peabody Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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.tis flhe CPEABODY CLASS POEM Thomas Winans Out of the glowing shadows came a thought Of all the things that God's children have wrought Under the candle and beside the fire,- The singing wind, like the voice of a lyre, Breathed out a prophesy in alien tongue Not wholly clear to one so young- In came Slumber with dainty cobweb gown'd And the star-dust trailed at her feet around. She carried a mloonbeam of misty light-- The candle died out as she kiss'd me goodnight. All night we sat in a silence sw'eet, Weaving garlands to lay at VVisdom,'s feet. I thought all was plain when the Dawn came in, The prize of my hopes which I sought to wing But my hopes were crushed, I wlas aware Never-never could I find it there. So night after night my counselor came And whispered sweetly a wond'rous name- The quest-the quest-go and seekg ye shall find. Shoulder to shoulder with all mankind In labour and toil and grime and strife On the golden quest ye shall find life. Finally I arose refreshed and bade her farewellg My fear long cherished she'd been able to quell. My heart beat fast that morn when off I went For on a Golden Quest I had been sent. Six solemn souls in all by the way I did see And each a marvelous tale related to me. And each knew the road that was best to take VVhen Youth fairs forth, high spirited and confident On the Golden Quest, his fortune to stake On some fond and holy love that's permanent. fs- is 4- The Minister: The mender of souls in every creed Has always stooped and lifted gently up the parts Of broken lives, and fashioned in their need Lasting lives of purityg inspired hopeful hearts. That is the joyful task of the menderg The Quest for me is Service to render. uf we at The Farmer: The thousand eyes of night were open wide VVhen from my couch I rose to struggle with the soi Motherbliarth and I together shall abide ,, si' -'zine -rits w- --mama 'iff wfriirf- if-of W

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flhe CPEABODY WINANS, THOMAS Pallette and Brush Club, Peabody Com- mittee, Spanish Play 24, 25, Dramatic Club, Civitan Staff, Music Club, Chorus, Spanish Club. Some would like to 'hang 'these verses to a tree, Others would, I know, rather like to hang me. WOLK, NAOMI Friendship Club, Spanish Club, Debating Club 24, French Club. In Chinese blue and flame broeade She would a Spanish doll have mwade. wofon, CHARLES Hi-Y Club, Chemistry Club. His name is VVood, bult not his 'head Although his hair burns brightly red. Woons, Donorny Civic Association 22, 23, Scholastic Standing Committee 24, Friendship Club Cabinet, Spanish Club, Reception Com- mittee 25, Chairman 12-B Social Com- mittee, 12-A Social Committee, Spanish Play 25, French Club 25. Quite popular and not so quiet 'Tis Chewing Gum rthart's ther main diet. WRIGHT, ROBERT M. Spanish Club. After came the bull, brave and 'bold So he slung' out his right and knocked 'him cold. WRICE, LILLIE Music Club, Audubon Club. Sedate and prim do we find Lily XVriee the worthwhile kind. ZUGSMITH, THOMAS E. Spanish Club. .-X serious chap of pensive mood, X Always polite and never rude. ALOE, MARY W BEAMER, GLADYS

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fd si' .f ,Q gg its iii flhe CPEABODY And then my faithful plough and I shall toil From dawn until twilight. Then will I find Success as along the chosen path I wind. ar' :of -at The Poet: W'ith magical words I've done my part About, and among my books have I spent my time From masters' old scripts I've studied my art And now at last after toilsonie years of rime The perfect attainment, has come to me. Perseverence! I am thankful to thee! ar 4- wk The Teacher: XVith hours of patience and with soul inspired The plastic minds of the youth have been trained In all that is fine and to be desired- The men of tomorrow, today unstained. We work for the glory of the Ages, Fame's not for us wlhen Time turns his pages. af wk 4: The Merchant: With golden trinkets and silver money The bread of the world is won-often lost. Some spurn bread for the milk and the honey And hoard their bulging bags at Virtue's cost, But travel the way of the World, my son, For you the Golden Quest is almost won. fr af :of The Artist: In marble and clay my fingers have carved Loveliness in Nature ideal, personified, And often my body was sick and starved While to capture an elusive vision I tried. The whole wide world may at an artist mock But he carves heart-throbs in the ancient rock. It wk if Weary at last by the roadside I sat And dreamed a while o' the ecstatic tales that Each to me related as on the thorny road I sought to find, before the closing of my day, The end of the rainbow'-the Golden Quest. They, too, had sought, as I, the same with zestg They, too, had fallen weak by the wayside, Minds unrestful as the waves of the tide. But in the far off hills they saw a light, So each the path he thought was right Again he took and sallied forth to win , ,, A IJ' ,wht fc , n., , .1-3. twl ' 'fe l fp' , ,if , Q? hm , iv ' 'A p g.: ,s: is 'yt' .,, if nf - w wt QQ Success, though fight he must through crime and sin. .I .hz is?