Quincy High School - Oriole Yearbook (Quincy, MI)

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J 1 O THE ORIOLE Tlff f sf Class Poem OUT OF THE HARBOR, INTO THE SEA Out of the Harbor and into the Sea. To Hght our own battles, both you and me. To live, to honor, to love and obey And strive to do right from day to day. Each one of you, my classmates dear Seem now to me so very dear But as the days and years go by We'll drift apart, both you and l. We'll never forget the days spent here ln H. S. to us so dear. The memories to us forever will cling And often a tear to our eye will bring. We'll set our sail upon the sea And start life's battles 'ere it may be. We'll guide the boat thro' storms and strife To that great goal we seek in life. When we've reached the other side And anchored safely and with pride To the parents and teachers of H. S. We owe to you our own success. Clarence Hildebrand. im 1 Q 2 8 lfli ' Page 25

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- 'T ' THE ORIOLEI Q aledictor Dear friends, my classmates have conferred upon me the great honor of speaking the words that shall bid you welcome here tonight. It is with light hearted feelings that we, as a class, stand to-night at the meeting between a happy past and an unknown future. To-night marks a milestone in our lives. For four years we have been anchored safely in the harbor, protected by our parents, teachers and friends from the strong, sharp gale that blows from the sea of life. ln a few short days, we will pull up our anchor and set sail in the boat, which we have built day by day in high school. Not as a body shall we journey the rest of our lives, as we have for the past years each sharing the others successes and failures. We are now separated by fate's hand. She guides one to the sea of artg one to music, each piloting his own ship. Though the journey may be long and dif- ficult with the swift winds ready to dash our boat on the rocks of failures, we shall head the bow of the ship toward success. But before we decide let us for a moment brieflly review some of the lives of our former graduates. Are they all satisfied with the route they have chosen? Some have gone home to remain until some- thing may call them awayg some have taken up a business course and have entered the business world: others have gone back to the farm: and others are going on with their education. Which of these pat- terns for life seems to be the best and happiest to us? Happiness lies in progressing-in developing a greater character: it is the joy of overcoming: it is the delight of an expanding consciousnessg it is the cry of the eagle mounting upwardg it is found in our work not outside of our work. If we cannot find happiness, we have the wrong work. Let us strive to find the work that fits our talent and stop watching the clock and planning vacations. If you do not like your chosen work of course you will be carrying a terrible burden and will sooner or later collapse. Many people fret away their lives and accomplish nothing because they are not able to reach a definite decision about their life work and then stick to it. Many who have a case already in mind can never be certain what their opinion is, because they seem to be evenly divided and as a result do not count on either side of the issues which confront every one. Midway on the journey is the lsland of the Sirens. Be not persuaded by these sirens to anchor your ship here but tie yourself to the mast as Ulysses did and speed your ship past them. ls our goal so far away? Let us dream our dreams to-day. ln years to come we will always remember with happiness our days, friends and teachers of H. S. When we have obtained success may we renew our high school friendships. Schoolmatesl think not of this class as one that came and went but as one that is always near, wishing you happiness of life. As Tennyson says: U 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world, Push off, and setting in order smite The sounding furrowg for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western skies, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us downg It may be that we shall touch the Happy lsle, And see the great Achilles whom we know, Tho' much is taken, much abidesg and tho' We have not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are- One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield. Emalene Barlow. r f' --3 S Ill' 1 Q 2 8 lily

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7 U , ,, , . -,..-.-.........,...-.... y 1 ,: Jumor Class Front row, left to right Gladys Braatz. Margaret Smith, Advisor Miss Graf, Vivian Cilchrest, Louise Lindsey, Ellis Hard Eclson Blackman Second row Nellie Donbrock, Pauline Lippert, Marie Louise Gottschalk, Mary Zurbrugg, Audrey Shoemaker Myrtle Hall, Harold Smith Third row Grace MacDonald, Florence McConnell, Helen Grove, Advisor Miss Rath, Dorothy Albright Olga Gilbert, Arlene Dunton, Nora Knapp, Leo Keller Back row Martin Bates, Earl Vannoy, Mearl Kunliler, Merritt Vannoy, Fay Sanderson Page 26