Reedsburg High School - Gleaner Yearbook (Reedsburg, WI)

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THE RED BRICK

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THE RED BRICK (Lltr tftsion »f the Spirit of thr jfamity. Warm was the summer evening and still were the sounds of the trees and the wood folk; drowsy was the Spirit of the Faculty as he sat by the River of Wisdom, dreaming of those children who lately had grown up and left him. Alone they now sought the banks of the River of Wisdom; alone they fished in her waters, for so far had they gone up the stream that the Spirit of the Faculty was no longer permitted to guide them. A mist seemed to cover the landscape, obscuring the present and the future; and gradually out of the mist thirteen maidens and fourteen youths appeared. Arranged as for recitation the class of 1911 stood before the Spirit of the Faculty. The book that lay open before them was the book of the Way of Life and open it was at the beginning, for only through the first chapter might the Spirit of the Faculty guide them. The rest they must learn for themselves in the School of Experience. The lesson now had commenced, and to the first question asked one answered, “Did you assign a lesson for today? I didn’t hear you. A sigh escaped from the Spirit, “Will my children never learn that every day of life there’s a lesson?” Another pupil arose and in a mumbling voice recited the answer. “Alas! would he never learn to speak plainly?” Then a tall, slender girl with head erect and in a clear voice correctly answered the question. There was pride in the teacher’s heart as he said, “Very good,” to the maiden. One by one they recited the lesson; some with bold, confident manner, others as though they pondered each word that they spoke, and others spoke naturally and easily. Still others were timid and only by the untiring effort of the teacher would recite their lessons. Thus was the recitation ended and the first Chapter of the Way of Life was over. Then spoke the Spirit of the Faculty: “No longer is it permitted to me to point out your pathway. The way up stream may be rocky and rugged but climb it you must alone. Only remember that each day is a lesson for you to learn and pass upward; and if you would climb to the source of the River of Wisdom, each lesson must be learned each day as 'tis given.” Then the mist enveloped the children. The Spirit of the Faculty still sat on the bank of the River of Wisdom, and thought of the children who had gone from him, and wished he might smooth in some way the rough paths that were before them. But a voice came to him as he sat there: “Be comforted, strength shall be given to the children to surmount all rocks in the pathway, and stronger and better will they be, than as though the road were smoother. The rough path alone has its beauties, and it alone leads to the Source of the River of Wisdom.” —M. W.

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THE RED BRHCBi junior (Class ©fltrrrs. President.......................................... Vice President...........................- - - Secretary.......................................... Treasurer -------- Frances Fish Emily Kleb Ethel Mallon Louise Hass i¥l otto. Where there's Life there’s Hope. Jflmurr: (Colors: American Beauty Rose Maroon and White Ijrll. Work and delve, Work and delve: Juniors! Juniors! 1912.