Spiceland High School - Yearbook (Spiceland, IN)

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THE CLASS OF ' 20 A few more happy weeks and then ( )ur high school days will have to end, And on that bright and happy morn As our places we adorn. With blossoms from the hill and dell And the flag for which our heroes fell, Thru it all there will be seen Our own dear colors, white and green. ' Twas in September we began The mountain heights to slowly scan, The Freshman year was quick to pass While glory came unto our class For Julia, ere the year was done. The honors of the platform won. Our aim was not to know defeat, Altho the thorns oft pricked our feet. Then sadness came, for death ' s cold hand Took Margaret from our little band. In memory of one so fair We ' ll place upon her vacant chair The pure white rose with leaves of green, Our class ' s chosen color scheme. The Sophomore year was gayly spent, Clouds and sun together blent. The junior year we did not shirk, The hours were filled with fun and work. And ere we from this year had past We entertained the Senior class. That event to us so grand None but a Junior can understand. The golden years, how quick they ' re gone The happy school days almost done. Senior cares concern us now, As to Time ' s mandates we must bow, For our play must soon be given And then an annual also written. So when May time, gay, glad May time Comes with bird song, flower and thyme We must say farewell for ever and aye To our dear Alma Mater, old S. A.