Spartanburg High School - Spartana Yearbook (Spartanburg, SC)

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The Scribbler 7 We’ll gain our prize, our great reward, With all our labor done.” To this the years, with one accord, Made answer once again, And with their voices hushed and calm, They gave a soft “Amen.” John White, ’22.

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6 The Scribbler LIFE (Senior Class Poem) “Our life is but a dream!” So spoke Of old the learned seers, And lo! their words in thundering tones Have echoed down the years. But see! The years in countless throngs Rise upward to deny. And hark! In acclamation loud, They stand and testify: “ ’Tis false! Our life is not a dream. Oh, look on us, the years, And see our never-ending strife, Our perils and our cares. And tell us, then, if thou canst say That life is but a dream!” “ ’Tis false! ’Tis false!” We make reply, “Our lives are what they seem. Life is a steep and rugged mount, With glory on its top. And we must labor, toil, and climb, Nor ever pause nor stop, For if we faint beside the way, We’ll lose our great reward, So we must fight, pass ever on, Though oft the way is hard. And when at last we’ve reached the top, With battles fought and won,

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8 The Scribbler THE PIRATE “A gay, bold life on the ocean ware, Young, strong and never a fear; A dirk of steel and a cutlass true, I'm a rollicking buccaneer!” IRK clasped the book tightly in his fat fingers and gazed unseeingly into the glowing fire. Oh, to be a pirate! To fight to the death, to draw forth your sword dripping gory blood! With a sigh he returned to his book, and for half an hour there was silence in the cozy room. “There, before their astonished eyes, lay thousands of shining dubloons. Nicholas thrust his hand into the gleaming pile and let the gold pieces slip through his rough, scarred hands. “ ‘ ’Twas worth it,’ exclaimed Mark. ‘ ’Twas worth the perils and the dangers. Did ye ever see a goodlier treasure ? By the King’s crown, we shall be the richest men in Havershard town!’ “ ‘Aye,’ answered Nicholas, from his seat by the gold, ‘and never did I see so great a pile of moneys. I will purchase a great vessel with my share and sail upon the high seas. Come pirate or no, I shall sail to that new, strange land where are our colonies. Comrades, will ye venture with me?’ “ ‘Aye,’ quoth they, ‘right well ye know we will venture with you, Nicholas Van!’ “And so they returned to Merrie England whence they came.” Kirk closed the book and wandered to the window. Out in the windy street, a group of boys were chattering over a game of marbles, but he had no desire to go forth. “Why can’t there be any pirates now?” he pouted, “I bet I could knock those old fellers crazy!” He drew an imaginary sword and parried and thrust at the table right manfully. “You dirty old sea-robber, you!” he howled. “Whatcha think I am, anyway, a Til ole girl? Well, I’m not, suh, an’ dawg-gone it, don’tcha gimme none of yuh impudence, suh!” Suddenly remembering that these were decidedly not the words of Nicholas Van but those of Captain Lewis, who lived next door, he retired to his chair.