Sacramento City College - Pioneer Yearbook (Sacramento, CA)

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CANNOT say, and I will not say That she is dead. She is just away! With a cheery smile and a wave of the hand She has wandered into an unknown land And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be, since she lingers there. And you—oh you, who the wildest yearn For the old-time step and the glad return Think of her faring on, as dear In the love of There, as the love of Here. Think of her still as the same, I say. She is not dead—she is just away James Whitcomb Riley -4 9

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qA Tribute Written by oA. y. Waterhouse s HE passed this way. Lo, w e were worn With futile toil of weary ways; Too oft we stood with those who mourn The changeless rhythm of our days, Life’s slaves ensnared—and then she came, Came with a smile, a song to cheer. And life forgot its sullen claim And joyed with us, since she was here. She passed this way. She passed this way. We know not how She bound us in her witchery’s chain. But still before her shade we bow. Although she passeth not again. Her laughter was an unwrit song That cheered us oft upon the road Where we do wander with the throng That seeketh the unknown abode. She passed this way. She passed this way, nor may she pass Again in all the coming years. Yet may we never cry “Alas!” Nor drown her memory in our tears. For we are better that she passed This way and left her smile to bless; Though sorrow’s dreadful shade is cast O’er those who loved her, still no less She passed this way. “And it might have been any one of us,” I said to a voung friend of mine. “Yes,” was his reply, “but not a one of us who would have been missed so much.” I think that he was right. Among all the liked and likeable students of the Sacramento Junior College, among the many who have endeared themselves to us, I doubt that there was one who was so general a favorite as Genevieve Baker. One need not look far to ascertain the reason why she was loved. She carried kindness and good cheer with her wherever she went. She was a constant volunteer in any service that gladdens others. Must one play the piano that others might dance? Pass along the hall, and you would be likely to see Genevieve at the piano. Others were glad in the fantastic rhythm of the music; she was glad because they were happy, and who can doubt that the philosophers are right in asserting that life’s greatest happiness is found in contributing to the happiness of others? Cheerful, helpful, embodiment of kindness, she was with us one day, and the next day the dark folds of the Great Mystery had closed about her. We have missed her, and we shall continue to do so. School work and school play continue, but one wbo was a notable part of it all is missing. Perhaps, in such manner as we may not know, that bright spirit still joins with us in work and smiles with us in pleasure. Who kno ys? Ah, well— Good night, good morn, but not good-by. We still will hold ’mid doubt and gloom That partings here do but supply New faith in life beyond the tomb. We yet shall meet her, take her hand— That helpful hand we knew so well— In some bright sphere divinely planned As surcease of life’s doubtful spell.

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Pioneer Staff, 1925 MILDRED O’BRIEN Assistant Manager LEIGH S. SHOEMAKER Editor CHARLES GIMBLETT Assistant Manager JAMES A. SIIERITT Manager VIRGINIA VOORHEIS Associate Editor 10