Racine High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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To help them fare their stony way. Thy pleading cries avail thee naught, Ifor I my destiny have planned. Kly own lifels path with trouble's fraught: The Flame of Knowledge must be fanned. Every Graduate: Abandoned in my hour of need, Deserted when I wished thee most, Clfxeunt Teaelzerf, ffill walkiizg lzzirrierlly and 7Zf7'E'0Zl.Ylj'.D Yet in thy conduct I may read Invaluable aid I now have lost. But seel W'ho is it now comes here, W'ith lagging gait and downcast head? Clfnfer Neglec'fful1ie,t.f, walking iii ,flori- enly Mariner and dragging feehj ,Tis he who always doth profess Lvndying faith, doth love avowg My friend, thy name-Neglectfulness, Thou'll not desert me, wilt thou, now? Negleetfulness: Full many a time with my dark night Thy duty's path have I obscured. Thou conquered-conquering in the light, At my temptations eler demurred: Full many a time thou'st denied my due, And many a time refused me pay. Illl be not of the faithful few Wvho in thy travels guide thy way. livery Graduate: Wvhati Ifllen thou, traitor, thus deny The claim of eomrade for thy aid? Hence, from my gaze in haste thee hie That I may not too much upbraid. Commencement: Thou see'st now the ways of Man: Each Mortal for himself dost strive. Topmost in breast of each the plan: Self-gain, care not whom else deprive. Clfizfer af left-Scholarfhip, Diligeiire, and Srhool Spiiif. Scholarfhip and Dili- genee greet Commencement and Diploma Every Grudimte afldreffef newromerrj 3 A livery Graduate: Wiilt thou, too, scorn me, honored three? Wilt thou, too, send me off-alone? Have not I ever courted thee, And placed thee separate on a throne? Scholarship: Iilen so, save once or twice thou erred, And from the narrow road thou slipped. But silence, that my words be heard, And keen edge from thy sorrow nipped. Though now upon thy slated path, I may not aid thy struggling hours, Diplomals a hard-earned aftermath, In him I rest my wide-spread powers. For eler Diploma's been thy goal, Thy lode-star in the tortuous toil, The highest motive of thy soul, Thy saving grace in great turmoil. lfvery Graduate: Great thanks to thee, kind friend, and true, From deep despair thou'st raised me high. CTizrn5 and Jpealef to Diligeneej And how with Diligence, think you? Am I to ever hold thee nigh? Diligence: Yea, I by Graduate must abide, And ever at his call remain, Nay ne'er be severed from his side, As each one's service is in vain. fDiligenre croffef to Every Graflimie and frauds near himj livery Graduate: Kluch brighter still my world has grown, The faithful are flocking to my side. CS0zindf of gay, carefree laughfer from Qff .ffllgfd Still more approaching, by me known. llll ask them that they may decide. Qlfiifer ri group of merry boyf and girly, laughing and elzafieriizg. They flop ar they fee Every Graduate. One of them adwzrzeeyj. livery Graduate: Come just in season, merry crowd, Thy chatter blithsome, laughter gay,

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6!Ehzrp Erahuate A Drama in Three Episodes. Time: Commencement Day. Characters: Every Graduate Scholarship Commencement Diligence Principal School Chums Diploma School Spirit Teachers Neglectfulness Episode I. Scene: An office furnished in the usual ITIZIIHICIY ' fPrincijJal fits at dfflhj Principal: The Hour draws near, the fated Hour Viihen Every Graduate in Life, Ifnsheltered by the shielding power, Shall stand his test amid the strife,4 To win or lose, as case may be, To yield or conquer Destiny. So gird him with an armor fair Iiet him for his own fate prepare. Clinter Cfommeneemenzj Hence, fair Commencement, merit's guard, Bestow thee now the earned reward. Commencement: I come thy bidding to fulfill, Thy mandate thus to carry out, To distribute by thy just will The well-earned wage which none may flout. Upon my tour I take with me That sheepskin, symbol of the end, That sign of faith and fealty, The good Diploma, Life's true friend. Principal: ,Tis spoken well, my servant true: Now, hie thee to thy given task. Perform it well, as oft ye dog Return, and in my pleasure bask. CEait Commencement Prineipalfizf at defk, nodding head and thinleiiigy A EPISODE II. Scene: Un the Road of learning. fC07711?1t?1lCF77IK7ZlHllfff, learliiig Diploma. Every Gmduafe eizfeer from oppofzfe diree- lionj Every Graduate: Ah l Vilelcome stranger! Wihither bound? Who may ye be? And what thy quest? And thy companion? Have ye found Thy wearied souls in need of rest? Commencement: To all thy queries, Graduate, An answer have l on my tongue. And best thy curious brain to sate, l'll give them separate, one by one. First, MVYliither boundfw I'll tell thee straight. My mission draws me near to thee. Next, What my quest ? Thine own self's fate. 'Wiiho may we bein Thou soon shalt see. Thou my companion knowest wellg Right long hels held thee by his will, The hope of honors to compel. His name, Diploma, faithful still. And I myself, new friend shall be. To Every Graduate I say, l'Prepare thee for thy journey soon, And on our road we'll haste our way.' Every Graduate: Ah! friend Commencement, stay thy fate, I may a fairer reckoning win. Commencement: Nay, not a moment will I wait. l,ife's rocky road thou shalt begin. Clfiifer Teaeheri, walleing lzfiarriedlyd Every Graduate: Someone draws near, a trusted friend. Hail l Teacher, thy approach well-timed No more pursue th, inevitable trend Alone. For Teachers e'er 've been kind Teachers: Nay, Graduate, thy speech conserve: Beyond this road I may not stray. lXly time for others I reserve, 1

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Please, be it e'er so loud, And cheers me as I wend my way. Pray tell, dear School Chums, play- mates old, VVilt thou thy school-days, friend neglect? I thee would in my arms enfold, And on my childhood times reflect. School Chum: Sweet Graduate, thy mind at peace, For though it seems we treat thee ill, Our thoughts of thee will never cease, Though far away, welll love thee still. But each his own lifels path must tread Most oft these paths lead far apart. Though memory grows dim and dead, VVe'll ever hold thee in our hearts. Every Graduate: lX'Iy fond farewell, I'll feel thy loss, Thy mettle tried, Ilve found pure gold, Go thou thy way, I take my cross And shoulder it, though all turn cold. Wihat sayest thou, School Spirit gay? Dost thou elect to lend thy powers? Thy smiling countenance's cheering Way, To help me in my lonely hours? School Spirit: Dear Graduate, I'll go with thee, . For thou hast ever caught my charm. My hope from now with thee to be, To guard from many a threatened harm. But one thing more, and neler we'll fail: lXIy name I'll change before we start. Heneeforth, Good Fellowship I'rn hailed. Now, let naught draw us far apart. Every Graduate: One more to banish loneliness And desolation from my train. L By earnest trial thou'st gained my grace. Illl at thy beckoning truly bide. Commencement: CStepJ forrcarcll Farewell, my friend, now must I go, lN'Iy other duties to fulfill: Too long I've lingered, as I know, Thy journeyls started up I,ife's Hill. Illl leave thee now, for time is pressing, Now let thy fears the world dispelg While on life's pathway, earn my blessing. Farewell, my loved one dear, farewell. , CExit Comineizcfmeizt walking .flowly and pensivelyj. Ll very Graduate: Farewell, my comrade, tried and true. Thy worthy name, l'll hold it high, Wlith all that's in me will I do The things a good life doth imply. The time has come, companions all, Vlihen metal's tried for truest steel. So gather round me at my call And take our way, our Triumph seal. cC07'HP6l7l1.07lJ' of Every Graaluatf form a jbrocerfioiz back of him, Diploma and Dili- geiicf walking by hir fide. Slowly the pro- rfffion morw forward, all with 5eriou.r, wp- lIH'7lFclfl1c'f.fl. Curtain. Ijrrsoon III. Scene: Same as in Episode I. CE'lZft'7' Commencement, looking llffd and woriij. Principal: Returned right soon. Thy task com- plete? Thou hast well earned thy wonted meed. But thou art tired, thy eyes entreat Repose. Yet thy report I plead. Last, let Diploma me address. Commencement: Wlilt plod with me the narrow lane? Soon thou shalt have it, Master dear, Diploma: CStcppi1zg to Ihe .fide of Ewry The self-same tale told once again. Gradiiatel Therels naught thatls new to us who're Have I not always had my place, here And in endeavor been thy guide? But just the oft-told, trite refrain.