Rolla High School - Growler Yearbook (Rolla, MO)

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i w 5 OLD HIGH SCHOOL BUILDING. FA RE VV ELL. N2 X2 Y The rooms, once filled with merry youth, And teachers great in learning, And graduates who at this time Their daily bread are earning, No more shall feel our presence near, Or know the teachers' rule, For, as a memory of the past We hold our dear old school. It served its time full long and well, And now we hate to see It back into the old rut gog Such as it used to be. So let it shake and crumble still, Old age comes to all things: But in our hearts will ever be The memory which it brings. Farewell, farewell, to it we say, As onward still we go: And tho it's just a ruin now, It was not always so. The inside walls were papered once, And once they did not shake: We're to those sweet old memories true, And them we'll ne'er forsake. POET

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NEVV HIGH SCHOOL BUILDIZVG GREETING .' For many years we hoped and prayed, Real soon a school to start, In which to realize fond hopes, Those nearest to the heart. But always there has been some one, Or possibly some thing, That kept us few progressive ones, From that High School building. Everything comes to him who waits I think the saying goes: And so those same progressive ones Have conquered all their foes. So now there soon will rise to sight, A building, oh, so grand, In which to educate us all For workers in our land. And in the High School's new abode Some changes will be wroughtg More teachers will be put therein, New courses will be taught. And when we're in this new building, We'll realize at last, That Rolla is a good old town Not buried in it past. POET.