Soldan High School - Scrip Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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475 ard' '-QQFVJ Others who likewise trod in paths of strife, Less strong than those whose Fight doth bring them through unharmed. Life's bitterest dregs shall drink, and some few sink, Swept on by moving seas of grim humanity. But, as with 1ife's slow-moving, ebbing tide, They drift unto eternity's far shore And backward look o'er 1ife's fast fading course, Unbrightened by one hope of real success, Yet here and there from out this fog and mist A light shall shine, the light of our old dream. It grows, it gleams, it shines from out thy towers, Thou school where spent I many happy hours, In work, in dreams of glorious days to come, Inspired by thy ideals, to higher things. Oh, may you prove to many other lives, Who, in their turn, within thy portals pass, A guide, a help, and draw them to that height, That pinnacle, whereon thou hast thy stand. And may each one their motto take from thee, Of truth, of honor, freedom, courtesy! W-Edith Kidwell. C I a s s S o n g Air, Maryland! My Maryland! Thy noble name shall never die, Soldan High! O Soldan High! Thy praise and fame shall live for aye, Soldan High! Fair Soldan High! Thy victories shall never end, Thy spotless fame, thy sons defendg Down countless ages, may they send Praise to thee, O Soldan High! O Alma Mater, staunch and true, Soldan High! O Soldan High! We'll ever loyal be to you, Soldan High! Proud Soldan High! Thy halls will ever win renown, And with thy banner, gold and brown, May far and wide thy fame resound, Soldan High! O Soldan High! 114

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Disturber and Dreamer, the Phillistines cried When he preached an ideal creed, Till they learned that the men who have changed the world With the world have disagreed. When the reforms he agitated have become accomplished factsg when every child born in America has an equal chance in life, when woman summoned into civil life and political equality has become a reality, when the hands that create the wealth of the world control it, do you think that then the name of the man whose lifework this was, will be forgotten? The name of Wendell Phillips will be embalmed in our memory for all time as the symbol of courage, progress and freedom! -Paul Evans Peltason. Class! Ode, ' .,.,.,,,,,,,, HOU noble hall of learning and of truth, QQ 49? Fashioned by man and blessed of many a youth Whose life, through years, has aided been by thee! How many times before thee have I stood ge V And viewed each tower with increased awe and love, Thy stately form, thy quiet simplicity, Thy beauteous colonnades, thy portals wide, Through which each day pass many seeking light! Surrounding all, thy lovely spreading green, Brightened with flowers of varied form and hue And casting shadows over street and walls, Tall plumed trees grace thy magnificence. Thy spacious halls, where throngs of maids and youths Pass gaily to and fro, force one to think, , What doth the future hold in store for these? When from these halls, forever, they depart, To choose each one his lifels work to be done, Many shall wisely choose, yet life for them Shall not be one sweet song unto the end. Their sorrows, of which all men taste a few, Less bitter'll seem, when sweetened with the thought Of work well doneg a life in service spent, An aid to fellow meng a blessing to one's self! Less fortunate shall many be, whose choice Shall lead them into paths of life-long strife Through thorny paths and mire of deep distress, Some shall emerge with lives made true and strong, Molded by nature's teacher, stern experience. na

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Y'-. --' Img- -:- mr-3? Sr- ' -'NN fi Tn..,, X f N O, very deeply do we grieve, Soldan High! O Soldan High! Thy halls and corridors to leave, Soldan High! O Soldan High! Thy glorious motto e'er shall be Trouthe, Honour, Freedom, Curteisye Our deepest love all goes to thee, Soldan High! Dear Soldan High! -Hazel Farmer Parting Song Air, Heidelberg Here's to our dear old Senior class, Here's to the rose and grayg Let all our cares be' now withdrawn, Hail to the Seniors' day. Here we have dwelt in friendship's fold Deep sorrow never known: Here's to our school-our Soldan High! Here's to the memories Hown. O Soldan High, we part from thee, We leave thy friendly doorg This mighty class, its loyalty, We pledge you ever more, Then we'1l defend you to the end, And praise your glorious nameg Our only hope is that thy fame Through ages yet shall reign: Our only hope is that thy fame, Through ages yet shall reign. -Margaret M. Horchxtz EETQWEQWKQM 115