Rowe High School - Viking Saga Yearbook (Lakeville, OH)

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Iris Kent Raymond Michael Kostura Warren Rodgers To you, our heroes who so gallantly gaue your all in war that we may hue in peace, reuereutly and gratefully we dedicate our Mklug Saga. Jay Childs Richard Torrence James Best John Schor

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Taps Rt Twilight Blow softly, bugles, for our honoured dead, And tell them, where they sleep through sun and rain. The secret of their rest can now be read By us they have not died in vain. Blow proudly, bugles, with a new-born pride In our beloved dead, who slumber on. Still holding dear the Cause for which they died, Yet died scarce knowing how the day had gone. Tell them, loud bugles, we have heard the call. The call from mounds where tender grasses creep. If we break faith with them, we too shall fall And we in unremembered graves may sleep. So blow, brave-noted, through our ranks of doubt; The night is dark, the hounds of wrath are out. And a thousand terrors cloud the sun. But blow, proud bugles, sweet and silvery soft. And tell them valour walks their vanished world. The torch their hands released is hold aloft. The riddled flag of honour floats unfurled! Arthur Stringer. Issued by permission of the Author ★-----★-----★----★-----★-----★-----★

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Senior Class Poem Our ship has sailed the sheltered bay Beneath a clear blue sky; The vast unknown ocean lies just beyond So farewell, to dear Rowe High. We climbed aboard in '42, Our hopes and spirits high, From Amboy, Rowe, and Farnham too Resolved to do or die. We'll cherish our days with the Blue and Gold As Vikings—38 strong. We were a happy frol icing crew; Now alone—we'll sail along. The sky may be low, the waves roll high Upon this ocean of life; One ship may go east, another west On a course of joy or strife. Our ship has sailed the sheltered bay Beneath a clear blue sky; To our friends, our teachers, our dear senior room. We breathe our last good-bye. Bessie Ring