Rising Sun High School - Sol Orien Yearbook (Rising Sun, IN)

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K li I M ' 15- . V xx xxx lx A .- ' ef. , . ,t Q ','a.-. ,h Tgkli.-'7 .- Q, A ,g N - uh ,yi .. AC, N:-1'-?. .l.. N L 'fi A fa ' '-' . sr+s,.- 15- if - - -e-..f, :1'2- if MX is . SOPHOMORE CLASS POEM ln the fading twilight Just as the hrst star gleams, Musing by the fire bright What do I see in dreams? A picture fair l know The first to me is given, Seventeen faces in a row Hail, Class of Twenty-seven! Surely they are beck'ning And words l seem to hear, From the glowing embers Of faith and hope and cheer. Oh, filled to the fullest The happy days have been, Play with zest, work and rest At last we hope to win. For all men are brothers, Said the Master of old, 'Not for self but for others,' Heed our motto set in gold The picture now grows dim As burning flame lowers, Soon it fades to a rim Au Revoir, i1Sophomores. Once more the flame appears And in its light l see Selfsame group changed by years, But looking strong and free. Seniors, I see they are Dignifiecl and wiser, Very soon to wander far From their Alma Mater. A. B. R. S.lllllllIIllllllIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIllIIIIIIIllllllilllllllllllllll--1925 ummmnumummnmmnm IIIIIlllllllllllllllllllllllIIIHIIIIIIIH.