Racine High School - Racina Yearbook (Racine, OH)

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Class Poem Classmates, let us gather closer In our homey bower to-day; Ere to life’s devious paths departing Each one in his chosen way. When we came we met as strangers Each one shy of all the rest; Now we drift apart as comrades Each to every one is blest. Four long years we’ve trudged together, Onward, upward, was our aim; Struggled nobly to the summit Until over the top we came. Troubles found we, yes, and many Brought before us every day; But the joyous bliss and gladness Drove the sorrows all away. Past with memories sweetly ling’ring; Present, hope, success, and youth; Future, filled with hopeful yearning, Beautiful as books of truth. Wide the gates of fame are open Calling each in some bright way; Gently calling, yet with firmness On this glad commencement day. 26

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 Class Song 1. Four years we’ve spent in Racine High, With friends we loved so well; Now comes the time to say good-by And try our fears to quell. Our many joys that we have known We have to leave behind; The kindnesses that we were shown We shall forever keep in mind. Chorus. Our High School course we’ll keep in mind Over the Top we’ll keep at heart Old dear nineteen we’ll leave behind Since we have finished from the start. Old Racine High shall have her honors For dear old nineteen will be praised, When the Scarlet and Black shall be raised When we’re with you again, And we our school defend. Over the Top for old nineteen. 2. We now are ready to depart, And though we try so hard To banish fears out of our heart, We cannot say “Farewell.” When autumn calls we’ll meet no more In dear old Racine High; Over the Top we’ll think of you, As fleeting time goes passing by. Chorus. 3. We may have cares in years to come And fate may have her way But still we’ll think of friendship won Back in our dear school days. Over the Top we’ll still be true, Sca' let and Black, the same; And we will gladly call to mind The source from which our joys all came. Belinda Wolf. Theodore Beegle. Seniors ’19. 25

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 ’Tis the beginning not the ending, For in life we’ve just begun; And our thoughts are ever turning On the race with life we’ll ran. Wide and long the way before us, Many are the trials unseen; But our aim is upward ever We the class of old nineteen. —Mary Reiber. • az .