Santa Rosa High School - Echo Yearbook (Santa Rosa, CA)

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THE PORCUPINE For even though they peared to me, So full of parting sober, They were, in true reality, So glad that school was over. Oh! how they shook with nervousness, To stand before the people, Although they tried with listlessness, To hide their strength, so feeble. And now, we’re here to celebrate, With joy we can assemble; We're here to sing and graduate, But not to shake and tremble. We shook enough on April last, But now those days are over. Our study, too, our task is past, And so we can’t look sober. And now we're here, Come, let us cheer! We've nought to fear, And all is well! Yes, dear class-mates, we’ve assembled For a final last farewell, Of these dear old halls of study, Which four years have served us well. And this hour of final parting Should seem weighty to us now, As it marks our active entrance To the fields that each must plough.

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Obhe Porcupine VOL. XH SANTA ROSA, CAL. FEBRUARY, 1907 NO.5 Prudent People Purchase Prickly Porcupines ROSEMARY KOBES I always liked to go to see The graduating classes; I always thought it fun and glee To see those lads and lasses. And oh! I used to chuckle so, To watch those sour faces, So long, so funeral-like, you know, So full of senior traces. They sat through all the exercise Adorned with tearful faces, But I could easily surmise The joy behind those traces.

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°Tis with much regret and sadness, D THE PORCUPINE That we bid this place adieu, But our thoughts shall linger kindly, Dearest teachers, e’er 0 nyou. We'll remember what you’ve taught us, And shall strive to make our lives, Honest, pure and full of purpose, Full of noblest sacrifice. Dearest class-mates, we may never Meet together just as now, For the fields may all be different That each one of us must plough. But wherever Life may call us, May these earnest, blissful hours, Ever strengthen and revive us, Deck our paths with sweetest flowers. Oh, we need these happy moments! Yes, we need some joy and cheer, In this life so real and earnest, When the storm-clouds make us fear. May our fondest memries cluster Round this almost sacred hall, So that love will cheer and brighten, Even though the tempest fall. Dearest class-mates may we enter Our respective fields of life, Glad to plough, and sow, and labor, Glad to work, in calm or strife; Gath’ring each successive harvest, Though it be in smiles or tears, With the strength of noble purpose, Growing stronger through the years.