Raleigh High School - Excelsior Yearbook (Raleigh, IN)

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SONG OF PRAISE R. H. S., the fairest, dearest, R. H. S., the noblest, best, May the God abpve protect thee, May thy future e'er be blest. THE SENIOR COLORS Hail to the old rose and silver gray! They will leave forever and a day. Gray for the night whence the daylight is born, Rose for the glow of the ripe-hearted morn, Gray for the depth of the nourishing mould Rose for the flower that the spring shall unfold, Gray for the storm-cloud that transiently lowers Rose for the triumph of light and its powers: Hail to the old rose and silver gray! In beauty, in splendor, and grand array! Hail to the colors, well-chosen and strong! The colors that live for ages, so long. Gray for the cares which we meet by the way, Rose for the hearts which are loyal for aye, Darkness shall yield us its secrets anew, Light shall grow brighter because we are true, Strong in the strength through 'darkness and night, Ever believes in the ultimate light. Hail to the colors, well-chosen and strong! Swift be their triumphs o'er darkness and wrong! Info rmation CALENDAR. Sept. 7-School term opened. Oct. Dec. Apr. Apr. Apr. May May 29-Teachers attended State Teachers Associa tion. 24-Dismissed for Christmas vacation. 24-Show given by the Raleigh High School 27-Last day of the term. 28-Junior Reception. 2-Baccalaureate sermon. 5--Commencement exercises.

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l It l r Page ten SENIOR CLASS POEM As Freshmen, as Sophs, and as Juniors, Where we started, I canlt even guess, But now to be sure we are Seniors, Proud to be in the great R. H. S. We believe that our teachers are the greatest, That our class not another can beat, For they teach us by earnest endeavor, To be able to stand on our feet. The great distant future we picture, The day the R. H. S. will be proud. To find on her roll of alumni, The names of the '15 crowd. Then hurrah for the school we are praising Hurrah for the best class ever seen, And this is the cry we are raising,- R. H. S. of Nineteen Fifteen. SPRING POEM All hail the Spring! When rain-crows sing, In chorus with the jay, Or trill a tune To the silvery moon,- An anthem, dirge, or lay. They soar the sky Through clouds so high That eye can scarcely see, And Warble there, To rag-time air, Nearer, my God, to Theef' ORVILLE MORGAN. Class Rhymer. The robins growl, The red-birds howl, That Spring holds back so long, Whilst chanticleer ' Delights the ear With his melodious song. The blue-bells ring, The screech-owls sing- Their music is divine, The zephyrs bring The bashful Spring With perfume of the pine. All poets sing And welcome Spring, The blue-bird and the wreng So they will sing Until the spring Has passed away again. THOSE NICE LITTLE' SENIORS Six little Freshmen coming thro' the door, Pushing, crowding, making a tremendous roar 5 You must be more careful, can 't you mind the rule ?' Bless me, aren't those Seniors very nice in school. Four careless little Juniors on their road to fame! If they fail to reach it, won't they be to blame? High and lowly classes held together here, But the Seniors are ahead just one-half a year. Anxious Sophomores drop in merely to inquire Why their daily class grades do not shoot up higher Reading,writing,thumping,those who break the rule Blessime aren't those Seniors very nice in school.

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'51 V l i Page twelve James Whitcomb Riley AMES WHITCOMB RILEY is a distinguished il- lustration of the truth of the saying, for he is emphatically not a poet of the schools, though many of his productions are of classic beauty and perfection. Biographical dictionaries have fixed 1853 as the date of his birth, but people who have known him long dispute the correctness of the date, some insist- ing that he opened his eyes on the world three or four years earlier. As it is, because of the poet's whim not to satisfy curiosity on this point, he lightly remarks, I'm on this side of liftyfl and by not knowing which side that is, 1853 will probably stand in the books. Unkind time has interfered with his physical activity in recent days, but the alert mind, wise with its accumulations of life 's experiences, is ready to forget its knowledge and he has.within him the deathless spirit of the child-greatest gift of the gods. What he once wrote of another can be truly said of him: Turn any chapter that we will, Read any page, in sooth, VVe find his glad heart owning still The freshness of his youthf' The place of the poetls birth was Greenfield, In- diana, a thriving little city now, but back in the mid- century it must have been a typical country village. The little fiaxen-haired, bare-footed youngster, ab- sorbed with the sports of childhood, did not give much promise then of his later career, but back to that life the inspiration of many of his poems can be traced. Did he have Greenfield in mind when he wrote of Griggsby's Station, 'tBack where we used to be so happy and so pore ? Did he mean Green- field when he wrote The little town of Tailholt is good enough for men? It was there that he knew the delights along the bank of Deer Creek , there he went up and down the Brandywine , from there that he went Out to Old Ant Mary's. Again and again his childhood is recalled: VVhen life was like a story holding neither sob nor sigh, In the olden, golden glory of the days gone by. Mr. Riley spent his boyhood and young manhood in Greenfield, following the pursuits common to the youth of the town, finding companionship in his two brothers and two sisters-only one of whom, a sister, beside himself now survives of the family and among the boys who appear in the verse of his later yearsg atttending school and indulging in the pranks and practices known to all village youngsters. This freckle-faced, fair-haired lad was by no means a model pupil in school, but was what a mod- ern teacher would class as a problem, Yet, even then, his peculiar characteristics were manifesting themselves. He was shy, sensitive, self-conscious, lacking certain qualities that people call practical as skill in mathematics and an adaptability to rou- tine, and possessing some traits that people did not understand and shook their heads over-a disposi- tion to dream and idle the days away and an uncon- querable distaste for the fixed school system of