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

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CHORUS ' I f -n- .REQ-J ,a.,ELJ.lJJg' Fi Sol-dan, cheer for Sol-dan, Al-ma Ma-ier, loud and clear: Sol-dan, here's to Sol-dan, May her name be al-ways brightg T. 3 f fm PM SEP- J .5.P.P-E f F-ia eE Strong and stca-dy, Ev-er rrea-dy For de-feat or vie-to - ry. I conquer ev- cf, Pal-ter newer, In ner mug-g1. for the right. ff .f 1 V F F F - J .p EE,-J Ag J J rgvffg Sol-dan, cheer for Sol-dan, For we're sure to win re- novng So wa'll Sol -dan, dream of Sol-dan, When we've drift-ed far a - gut, And in rg FFF rf -hs'-E:-I .e. .u -1 E122 Sl war ' f omar raise our voice to Sol - dan, For the pride of the Gold and Brown. life, as in our school-days, Hold her mot - to in our heart. E I 0 E ig F E Snldxn, Alun lhhr Q 'S

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. Y' 'fp' ' f-Q -Y -1 5-5 Y ..--W .- wg .1 A qv XA' sz: -'N So1dan,- Alma Mater Words by Rex Brnsheur,'i3' 'Music by and William John Hall Alexander Hieken,'25+ March Tempo. Dignified. f I -1-4-1-U41-5 Con - quer, Sol - dan, Con - quer, Sol- dan, -'.,.--- - ...--, A d f - - L f - --11. -3.-12 lIfGU1!iZ'i'11ZiT 'ii i'T1' :::r::: 1:::: -' E d F . 0 - r 'ff Q-7 afar-4:.L 5J -Hn-I f E5 '5- con - quer, Faith- ul voi - ces shout, 'Swag a - side re - sin - tance, con - quer, Tri-umph ov - er all, Ax the sous of Sol - dan f -I - K V , -fr H e :- J Q :-: :z E i 2 isihiig '1 ' 1 'T E5 :E : ' 5 NX ..'-. .. . J 1- 15-, gg J JJ5EfH.JJJJQ'f fn 'Put the foe to routl' Loy-al hearts in - api - ring, Sol-dan can-not Hu-ten to your callg Naught can stay our pro - grass, On-wud maven the I iz-' :z :- 3' i i :- 7 :v i , ' ' .V 5 . -,--M t I A-K f Slonnr 3. failg 'Gainst our val-iant spi - rit. None can e'er pre - vail. throngg Pledge we faith to Sol - dan, Both in deed and song. 1 4 V l Liz 3-f. J A J Q J 4 -5 'I Ch u: I wx-Hun by x BnE'nn, 18. A F F I- 1 1. + I or nn mn n nl lung. Cnpyrlghl 1925 by William Juhl Hull. 4 Btuln I and ll and Chorus II writhn by Ahxnmlu Hhken, 15, to than hm PM 0 I Al I t 5 bool nuzdad Ola lun 1910

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r- if lf ' e - ef - it esfef a The Miniature 67- S I sat at my desk late one night trying to think of a suit- 'wn able gift to present my wife on her birthday which was rapidly approaching, my eye happened to fall on a small advertisement in a magazine which I had just stopped reading. W. L. Crawson-Art Shop , if.. Art Shop! just the thing! I would buy my wife a painting, as she was very fond of them. I would go the next day to this shop. Crawson-Crawson the name was very familiar, but still I could not recall to mind where I had heard it before. The next morning as I sat at the breakfast table the name Crawson came back to me with such force that I overturned my coffee cup. Crawson!-William Crawson had been an old school mate of mine! I then made a few necessary explanations to my wife, who was still lamenting over the soiled table cloth, and hurried from the house to seek the shop of W. L. Crawson, Art Dealer . Dennis! my old friend Dennis johns, come closer to the light, man! How you have changed! I'm afraid I wouldn't have known you but for your card. But you still have your same hearty laugh! My, I'm glad to see you again ! I had reached the shop of my friend, and upon entering presented my card. The reader may judge for himself how pleased he was to see me. I was quite taken back at first at the great change which had taken place in him. Of course, it had been some years since I had seen him. He was my senior by five years, yet he looked so very old, and as if some problem troubled him. We settled down and had a long talk of the by-gone days, until all ideas of time had fled. Once or twice a customer interrupted us, but it was his daughter, Ellen, that really stopped us. She came rushing in, threw her hat into a nearby chair, tossed a small parcel into her father's lap and then stopped as she became aware of my presence. I had by this time studied this beautiful girl. She was scarcely eighteen and very lovely looking. She resembled her father in several ways. She greeted me in a very cordial manner and then turned to her father. Daddy, do you see what I bought today in a pawn shop down town? I was passing and saw it in the window and liked it so much, I bought it. We can probably get a good price for it, too, if we wish to sell it. It is also a real antique. Crawson had by this time started to unwrap it. When he had Finished, we received quite a shock. For after he had looked at it for 6