Quincy High School - Oriole Yearbook (Quincy, MI)

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- 'l' THE ORIGLE Tlff ,ig OUR OPPORTUNITY We frequently hear it said that America is the land of opportunity. Undoubtedly we young Americans take for granted much that should call forth our spoken thanks and our avowed gratitude. It is only occassionally thatwe stop in the mad whirl of these modem days to consider our opportunities or take stock of our abilities. All that our parents, our teachers, our community, our state are doing-have always been doing-we take as our just due. Small wonder that cynics say the motto of the younger generation is Gimme . On the threshold of a new life, the class of '27 would pause to look back and to look forward. In look- ing backward we find that we have indeed been fortunate because we have had the opportunity to attend so good a school as Quincy. We have had splendid teachers, and the chance to apply ourselves to our studies, thus laying a good foundation for further work in college or in the business world. That we have failed oft times to make the most of this opportunity is now a source of regret. We feel how true are the poet's words: It isn't the thing that you do, my dear, But the thing that you leave undone, Which gives you a bit of heartache At the setting of the sun. Our school work has served to develop our moral fibre, our integrity, and our honor. During the four years of our High School life we have had the opportunity of making friends among our classmates, and also among our instructors. These friendships have left their impression upon our lives. If we have chosen our friends wisely, we have been strengthened and helped by association with them . In school athletics, we have had the opportunity of developing our bodies quickening our preceptions, maturing our judgment, and gaining a sense of fair play. In the hard competitive world that we are about to enter, all of these qualities will be of great use to us. Indeed no one can hope to go far in these strenuous times without a strong healthy body, keen preception and a well developed sense of fair play. But our High School days are behind us. We have finished to begin again . Let us see what the future may hold for us. Never before in the history of the world have there been so many chances for young people. Look- ing ahead we see many doors bearing the magic word Opportunity . There is room for everyone. But proper preparation must be made, for the magic door of our choice will not swing wide and admit us to the land of success unless we are fitted to enter. This is an age of specialized work. There is no place for a Jack-of-all- Trades. The age of invention has only just begun. There is room for inventive geniuses and scientists. The professions are always in need of trained and willing workers-doctors, ministers, lawyers-either men or women. The farm is coming into its own at last. Its future is very bright. In short, one has only to make a choice of a life's job and then make the necessary preparation. This preparation, of course, not only requires time and money, but patience and determination to succeed. However, there are colleges and all kinds of schools with special courses open to all who are sufficiently in eamest to make the necessary effort. We, the class of '27, would leave the Oriole as a reminder of our active participation in all fomms of school activityg as a token of gratitude for all that has been done for us, and as a pledge that we will give the best that is in us to whatever task may lie just ahead. Marian Oxenham, Editor-in-Chief. im 1 Q 2 7 Mi ' -7-.

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311 ,THE ORIOLE THE CYCLE When Freshmen come in from the great open spaces, They're lacking in culture, deficient in graces. They're way back on learning and lacking in wit, But bone head assurance, lack never a bit. As Sophomores they gain all the thrill of possession, Their program's rebellious and full of aoqression, They ruin our standards, mock all our ideals, Then like the dickens and ask how it feels. As Juniors they lose their belief in reforms, Believe that some standards won't do any harm, They're careful in conduct, and grave in demeanor, And scarcely can wait till they call themselves, 'Seniors As Seniors, alas, they will suHer Ureat pain, They can't help but wish they were Freshmen again, They'll think of commencement, then wipe out a tear And pray they'll be Freshies, again the next year. --Alton Dobson. ilrf hii ' -8-