Reedsburg High School - Gleaner Yearbook (Reedsburg, WI)

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 °)ho G IL E AM E IBL 19 IS CA Message Education is the goal of intelligent people. By education we mean the cultivation and development of one's personal traits and abilities. We have no reference to one's progress through any institution of learning but rather one's progress and development through life. The place of the school in life is. therefore, a training ground where habits may be formed, where trial and error may be experienced, and where children are taught to rely upon their own brains for solutions to their own problems. Thus we have sought in our small way to build this school upon the principle that contact with fine men and women is the first requisite for building citizenship and character. Great universities are great because great men come in contact with the youth. Following the same philosophy, our youth in the high schools and elementary schools of the land ought to be brought into contact with the highest type of men and women obtainable. We feel that our attempt has not been in vain. We are sure that our teachers are. generally speaking, of the class who have striven to stimulate a process which might grow into wisdom. They have consistently sought to urge understanding, to encourage a healthy curiosity for, and sympathy with, things of the mind and things of the imagination. If. in the years to come, we see the present youth of Reedsburg doing constructive thinking in the world about us. we shall feel thankful that we played some small part in planning and caring for their development and progress during our short contact with them. Thus, we shall feel that we have helped in their real education. R. F. Lewis Page thirteen

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ULs E A. M IE Superintendent R. F. Lewis 19 28 Page twelve

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The girl in our office is the sweetest girl Of all the girls we know, Each day some deed of kindness lends Which makes her the best of friends; The blue of her eyes and the gold of her hair Add a charm to her mirth and joy; The R. H. S. sure would hate to part From the sweetheart of Sticky Gleue. (To the tune of The Sweetheart of Sigma Chi.) Page fourteen