Riverside High School - Skipper Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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THE SKIPPER 15 SALUTATORY Honored guests, teachers, and comrades, gathered here to celebrate our commencement night, the Class of 1935 extends to you a sincere welcome, We greet you who have gone before in the mysteries of knowledge, and who rejoice with us. Mr. Whitney, who has piloted our ship through four happy years, to you we offer our salutations. We greet you, our teachers, who have worked for us with such patience and diligence, and who have led us through the intricate mazes of Geometry and Latin. We extend to you our deepest thanks and appreciation. Fellow-students, who have together learned and labored, laughed and wept, and whose friendship each of us will always cherish, we salute you. May you ever strive to increase the prestige of Riverside. The four happy years of our association have passed. With mingled joy and grief we depart to take up our appointed tasks. Before us, life stretches far. The outlines of our future have been sketch- ed, but the central design of the picture waits for us to fill it in with careful attention to color and line. It is for us to finish the masterpiece that we have visioned for ourselves. There will be days of discouragement and moments of elation and inspiration, but whatever our lives may be, we shall always have love and reverence for Riverside. Alma Mater, we salute you! Doris Leith.

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THE SKIPPER CLASS SONG Tune: Far Above Cayuga's Waters. Riverside, Our Alma Mater, Honoring Thee we stand, In the memory of Thy teachings, Of our Native Land. Freedom which our Fathers died for, Love of liberty, Of our country and Old Glory, We have learned from Thee. Alma Mater, at our parting, We do pledge to Thee Loyalty to all Thy teachings, And thy memory. Hail, all hail, Our Alma Mater, May your life be long, May your praises be farsounding Echoes of our song. Louis Pfolal I TO YOUTH A TRIBUTE Along a narrow path, beside a shady brook, A gay child lightly danced with song and joyous look, Tho miles were long, and hard, no weariness he knew, Some stops he made, but short were they and few. Rich gems he gathered, where agleam they scattered lay Of these the brightest kept, the rest he threw away. So wide the trail now grown, the child became a youth. So big he was and strong, so confident, this youth! On, he strode, his face alight with joy and dreams So much was there to do, so bright the vision gleams. And now he thought of all that he had seen and done. Great battles he had fought, the victories he had won. The gems he still did clasp, for clear they were to him, Those treasures he had found along the trail so dim And strong in wisdom, which from practice one may learn Undaunted still was he, no power could make him turn His face from far-set goals, his heart from high aims true Oh, ever onward go! The world has need for you. Ruth Proseus

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