Plainville High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Plainville, KS)

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ETHELYN WEAVERLING Curly locks-brown eyes and bright, Always k ' wor s hard, but her hearts ever light, Winsome and modest, steadfast and true- For teacher or housewife, we're sure she'1l do. L ! 1 1 L ENORE McfCLAY- Hear the story of Lenora, How she quietly and unhurriedly Does her daily work unruffled, Yet behind her smiles and kindness And her calm and gentle manner, Is a spirit not undaunted To accomplish what she wishes. Qi

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EARL RICHARDSON- Tliis is the boy from Zurich town With movement slow and glance cast down, Hut he plays ball, to beat them all, Hes there! this boy from Zurich town. GUY ORDWAY- An orator we have named Guy Who never fears a thing to try, Hes c-heerful, kind, will win renown Has energy enough to run a town. Our Orator!

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TO THE CLASS OF 1914. As school life's receding sunset fadesg And its night descends, For you I watch the gathering shade Life's duties will stealthly invade, When school life ends. I,ife's world is drawing close to thee, With every breath. Q Life's joys untold: no respite knows Yet will thou shrink from the world's grim grasp, With fear of death. The curtain falls on school's last scene, The end is near, And as you face life's somber screen May the fleeting school days as they intervene Not disappear. And as a panoramic scroll The past unreels, The laughing past, beyond control Well written as a parchment roll It's tale reveals. You stand before the great wide world, A solemn fact, These days, the seeds of efforts sown Your school years now fully grown Will not retract. No tears, no joys can erase the past, School is finished nowg And all that's done is welded fast, Through all eternity to last As school time joy. And as 1 think the matter o'er, Not pensive or sad, There are no short comings I deplore, The fruit, which your school life has bore Is not so bad. What e'er life holds for thee in store, May you calmly face, And as the knights in days of yore Faults and imperfections did abhore, You, truth embrace. Oh! Class of nineteen one and four, No fear for thee I hold, Life's battles thou wilt enter in Just as thou didst school life begin, Fine, happy and bold, But what of the school that cradled thee, Remember it long with thy praise, Remember its sorrows, griefs and joys, As it will remember its girls and boys And cherish your High School days. -SUPT. H. J. BROWN.