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

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HER SYJIHOI. IS .-I FL,-IJIING TORCH PASSED ON SCHOLASTIC ACHIEVEMENT Sweet Scholarship is like a clear pure flame, Fanned into being from the Mind, divine, Fed and nourished with rich Wisdom's oil, Illuminating Worlds of Thought with light. Her symbol is a flaming torch passed on From hand to hand, tended and cherished by Each one who, priv'leged, bears it but a step. Its welfare is their common care. They tend It with the zeal that true devotion brings. PROCESSIONAL OF THE TORCHBEARERSU fMembers of the Honor Society move in processional to the stage. HYMNUS: FESSI, VENITE Fessi, venite ad Deum, Et iam venetemur Eum. Animas vestras Ievabit, Omnes dolores iuvabit. Extollamus voces nostras Laudas canite his locis, 29 Et huc gratiis venite Vocem pastoris audite. Qui fecit caelum tertamque Qui dedit mate vitamque, Libenter Eum Iaudemus, Eum pie supplicemus.

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The Dance of the Colors JIAROON AND GOLD GREEN AND GOLD BL UE AND TAN 28

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E-1 .3 -1 11. f- 1 H g fr A -f 5-, if ,rfrx 1- A-fare MEMORIES OF THE SHAKESPEARE TERCENTENARY Mid scenes of splendor, pomp and bright array, Did Soldan's children join the World's acclaim Of Avon's glorious bard, the silver-tongued, The thousand-souled, Whose lips jove touched with fire. Consummate in his art, without a peer He fills the lives of men with joyous jest In Comedy which like a cooling draught Refreshes and delights the Spirit tired. He points a moral thro' their tragic tale Who sipped life's nectar from a poisoned cup. He took the loves and hates of men, and with His magic power made he such moving scenes They sway all who behold, as does the wind Upon a Summer's day, ripple the Held Of tassled stalks, heavy with golden corn. Who has not laughed with him, or wept? Who has Not loved the fertile garden of his mind? Who has not joyed in his melodious verse? CAI: excerpt from A Midsummer NigIzt's Dream is here presented by the Soldan Dramatic GuiId.j WAR-TIME MEMORIES Another page of history we turn, Then pause, those words of bravery to read While memories proud before our minds are brought Of bygone days and So1dan's warrior boys. But as we gaze the words grow dim and fade And from the mist before our eyes there comes The vision of the sons of Gold and Brown. A brightly burning fire they circle round, And sing the strains of music soft and sweet That seem at first quite far away, but then The past is freshened in our memories, The songs grow clearer, stronger, ere they cease. Before us now again the page we see And find that as the campfire burned and died, For some the flame of life has burnt and died. In Flanders Fields their hallowed dust, at Peace Their Shining Souls. On honor's roll their names. And though upon the shelf the book is placed Within our hearts remain the thoughts of them, The World's Great War and Soldan's Warrior Boys. Peace donned War's ugly gear to strive with War: She set her tramping feet against War's march, Her armored columns 'gainst his thundering guns. 30