Spartanburg High School - Spartana Yearbook (Spartanburg, SC)

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THIRD YEAR CLASS

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30 The Scribbler They may be made of fragile stuff, of something delicate that is easily broken; but anyway the things that are the most delicate and most fragile are usually the most valuable. They may be mere moonbeams that are dimmed when the real source of light comes into view; but the light of the moon guides many through paths that would be dark otherwise. Then let us not give up our dreams, for after all, dreams make us what we are. Some day we will wake up, after a long night of dreaming, and find ourselves famous—all because of our castles in the air. E. B.

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32 The Scribbler The lives of men are paths, entwined With triumph or with sighs, But bright or dark they onward wind And fade in distant skies. We saw our paths with flowers strewn And lit with Hope’s bright rays, When we looked into the future from The knoll of childhood days. Then farther still along the hill It winds o’er peaks anew, And glorious we see it from The summit of our youth. We soon shall view from that blest height Of life, when past its May, When the finish of those visions bright Brings on the close of day: Our paths diminish, dimmer grow, When life is in its sere; When to their close in sombre vales Our lives are drawing near: Then memory revives the past And. as a brilliant light, .