St Clair High School - Clairvoyant Yearbook (St Clair, MI)

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ADDRESS OF WELCOME We have assembled here perhaps for the last time, as an organized class. We have enjoyed social gatherings while in high school, many of them. In entering upon the last of these in our high school life, it affords us, one and all, the most sincere pleasure to extend to our parents, teachers, friends and schoolmates an invitation to partake with us of this evening’s enjoyments. We want you to share our pleas- ure and pride in our class program ; to form new acquaint- ances ; and possibly to renew older ones, and, finally, to strengthen the ties which draw us more closely together. We feel honored by your presence here tonight and wish to thank you most sincerely for interest and friendship in the past and for your kind regards on this occasion. To our parents we are thankful for your presence with us. By your efforts and sacrifices we have been enabled to com- plete our high school course. We extend to you a hearty wcd- come and assure that we shall ever try to show our apprecia- tion for your zeal. To those whose friendship has been proven true, and whose interest in us has often been shown by an encouraging word, we extend a cordial greeting. We bid our teachers a glad welcome, for to you we have looked as our guides. You have always met with us at our social gatherings and as this is the last privilege we will have of meeting you as a class, we hope you will have an enjoyable evening. To our schoolmates with whom we have enjoyed our busy, happy school days, and with whom we have shared the jov and pleasure of the field and hours of interest in the class room we extend our best wishes and a most friendly greeting. Permit me once more at this time to extend to one and all a sincere welcome. We wish everyone to enjoy this oc- casion and retain the most pleasant memories thereof. We want this assembly to be one of joy. 4i 9 — 24 —

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COMMENCEMENT Baccalaureate Sermon — Rev. F. S. Devona Sunday evening, June 21, Methodist Church Seven-thirty COMMENCEMENT EXERCISES Wednesday evening, June 24 Congregational Church Eight o’clock PROGRAM Invocation High School Chorus Address Girls’ Chorus Presentation of Diplomas Benediction Rev. Wm. Todd “Summer” Rabbi Leo M. Franklin a “Barcarolle” - b “Merry June” Rev. Samuel Jennings CLASS DAY PROGRAM — and — Senior Reception Thursday evening, June 25 K. of P. Hall, eight o’clock Piano Solo Address of Welcome Class Poem Piano Solo Class History Vocal Solo Reading Class Prophecy Piano Solo Valedictory Class Song PROGRAM Ruth Joachim Arthur Lively Grace Buggee Eleanor Pearce Carl Baumann Donna Mills Gladys Greening Lena Vories Bur mah Wortz Mary Powrie — 23 —

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HIS BETTER SELF CLASS POEM It was in the very springtime of life, A young lad turned from a school of books And entered at once upon the school of strife. Though glancing with longing at shady nooks, He walked and worked on the straight, hard path. And while he labored in noble deeds, He felt an influence from afar Which youth encounters but slowly heeds, His Better Self was the gleaming star. Boy stepped into a beautiful highway When first he his journey long began. He saw no obstacles to cause delay But yet, as he with keenness, the way did scan, He beheld no glory in that distant gleam. He had thought only of the noblest deeds to attempt And to reach his goal before the fall of night, While, as farther and farther on he went, He saw grow dim the beacon light. Then lost in thought he felt the spell of a presence And straining his ear, he heard a voice low and sweet — ‘Young man, sorrow not, you are without experience Rejoice rather that youth is yours, and greet Me now with silence, but later thank by doing right. This road is the path that ensnares youth ; With its musical sounds and gay joyous sights. Truth and manly deeds it destroys, with games uncouth It spreads before young life its vainest lights. ' “But heed, lad, yonder lies a road rough and steep; Rocky are the hills and the valleys broad and dark. The ascents are toilsome and there ' s no time for sleep, - 25 —