Rockford High School - RHS Yearbook (Rockford, IL)

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...Class of 'o5... HAROLD CLARK, Pres, l'-ANNIE Fnisens, V,-Pres. I-.-xvmiix CJAKES, Sec'y. Homrzwse PIIINNEY, Treas. COLORS: Lavender and Lemon in form of Star. N THE month of September, ISQI, a new class entered the Rockford High School. This had been the custom before, and will no doubt continue to be. This year they graduate. This also has occurred regularly before, and there seems to be no apparent possibility that it will cease to do so. At the same time that this class, the Class of Ninety- five, was performing this operation, thousands of no doubt equally brilliant, equally hopeful and equally youthful persons were doing exactly the same thing There is nothing strange nor remarka however, that we and most other graduat- namely, that the Senior is not an alto- kind, nor is he wholly removed and distinct, HISTOR . in the numberless schools of this broad land. able in this. But it suggests something, ing classes are sometimes apt to forget, gether new and unique species of human except in name, from the other classes of students in his school. Artificial divisions must be made. just as classes are divided so are the years divided, and one is Ninety-live and one Ninety-six, but the sun rises and sets each day regardless, and time rolls on unchanged. It sometimes seems unfortunate that we can not appreciate what we have while we have it, and that things gone must needs seem pleasant, not so much for the actual pleasure derived from them while they were present, but simply because they are gone and we can have them no more. And so, when we look back over our school life here, as we all must do, we regret, perhaps, that things could not have seemed the same to us then that they do now, and we rather vainly wish that there might have been that charm that distance lends without the time and space between. For the Senior has reached, as it were, the first little hill upon his way, and looking back he sees, not the rocks over which he has stumbled, or the S

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' T THE END of four years, as the brave and determined senior looks back on the course of studies, which he has successfully or unsuccessfully succeeded in passing, a thousand different thoughts recur to him, which he would not have thought of at of any other time. The one which comes first and recurs most ofter is the love which we all hold for the old brick high school which stands on the hill, Every one of us at the end of the school year, feels a touch of sadness come over us at the R, H , S, thought of leaving it, As we entered the High School in September, 1891, as green Freshies, I am sure no one of us really loved the High School. True, we felt proud to belong to the class which entered, at that time, but we love the old familiar faces and places now, and weep bitter tears at parting. The high school of Rockford ranks as one of the best in the country as is shown by the number of times its hame appears on the accredited lists of many colleges and universities in the country, The letter from Ann Arbor' continuing our High School on their list, after making an awe-inspiring visit, fills us with that same love and pride which a child feels when it hears its mother praised, We all recognize the worth of our High School, and again I re-iterate, how' proud we are of our Alma Ma!er.f We are all affected by its influences, good or bad, One might think the present Senior Class was effected bythe- latter, but I assure you that this is not the case. We all have our times of feeling' jubilant, and if our's have been a little extreme, why, it's all the more to our credit. But the good influence is, perhaps, not so evident now as it will be in later years, when we look back and see its intiuence, silent, but effective. Oh, Freshman classes, take the well-grounded advice of a Fellow Senior, grave and dignified UQ, and don't bring disgrace on your class! But yet, have all the fun you want, so that when your face sees its kindly, old, crackling walls, you may say, as well as we: H Farewell, our Alma fllaler, we'll ne'er forget thy face. L, M. '95,

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