Spartanburg High School - Spartana Yearbook (Spartanburg, SC)

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The Scribbler 5 These are the things I prize And hold of dearest worth; Light of the sapphire skies, Peace of the silent hills, Shelter of forests, comfort of the grass, Music of birds, murmur of little rills, Shadows of cloud that swiftly pass, And, after showers, The smell of flowers And of the good brown earth— And best of all, along the way, friendship and mirth. Henry Van Dyke.

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4 The Scribbler longer time you spend not doing anything will just make it that much harder to get back to studying in the fall. “A man is judged by how he spends his leisure.” How high will you be judged? Will you be at the bottom or at the top of the list? Playing is lots of fun, but it is even more fun when you mix it in with some good, hard work. Let’s all remember that our work is not finished on June the ninth, but that it goes on and on, forever. Seconds grow into minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, and centuries. Don’t let time get away from you; for each second, with its share of work, when once lost can never be regained. Are you racing to keep up with time, or is time racing to keep up with you? Work is play when done in the right spirit, and “Time and tide wait for no man.” So let’s go! Dreams “In the magic of Springtime, dreams are changed into truth.” Dreams! We have always thought of dreams as intangible pleasures hardly ever realized. But now many of us who have worked hard this school term are finding that “in the magic of Springtime, dreams are changed into truth.” All during the year we have been dreaming, and now these dreams have been changed into glorious truths. The Senior’s dream of a diploma has become a reality and he stands now, proudest of all mortals, upon the threshhold of life. The Juniors, Sophomores, and Freshmen, though they did not have as high an ideal as a diploma to dream of, have realized their dream, for vacation has come, offering freedom and restraint from school. Dreams do not become realities unless one is willing to work for their realization. It is good to dream, but one must have the energy and determination to make his dream come true. As we go through life, if we always dream of a higher and nobler life, we will never live it unless we work towards that ideal. Thus, by work, we find that dreams are not illusions, but facts. So through the summer months, let us dream of a bigger and better year in school the next term than ever before, and, when school does re-open, do not keep on dreaming but work and make that dream come true.

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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,