St Johnsbury Academy - Lamp Yearbook (St Johnsbury, VT)

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ECj tf I The Acad emy Student 1943 O yes, who can forget The odors that came from the chemistry lab Where students busily mixed Monstrous combinations? We’ll remember That day of days, When doting fathers and mothers Filled the hall with smiles Of joy and pride That seem to say, “Can it be That my son, my daughter Has grown up?” We’ll remember with smiles The shuffli ng of seats, The murmur of voices Dearly loved, As fathers and mothers Take their places. The day of days is here. Father shuffling in his seat. Trying to make himself small, As though ashamed Of the pride and joy That shine in his face. Mother, trying to look Wise and worldly. Yet for all her efforts Unable to hide The joy that fills her heart, tjoy, yet sorrow, is in her face, For gone is her child, And in its place An adult, who will soon face The joys, the sorrows Of this great world. Suddenly all is quiet; The first note is struck. Down the aisle they come Like tall, dark figures Out of an ancient Story book. 15

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The Acad Student 1943 emy CLASS SONG We are going forth forever From our Alma Mater now. We will sing her praises always And our loyalty we vow. For a hundred years her students Have been passing through her halls, And now the class of forty-three Leaves the shelter of her walls. At reunions we will gather From wherever we may be. And we’ll sing again the praises Of the class of forty-three! Jeane Sheffield, Chairman Patricia Safford Ruth Cormier Sam Mills Class Song Committee REMEMBER When we leave, This, the class of ’43, And go into a world Of strife and sorrow, A world that to each And every one Speaks a challenge, May we all remember The laughs, the tears, The little things We can’t forget— The years we spent At St. J. A. Who is there That won’t remember Visits to Student Council, Dances in Old Chapel, Dreams that were dreamed In Study Hall? 14

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 The Academy Student 1943 Mother forgets All her vows. Can that be her son, Her daughter. That stranger in gray? A tear or two Sting her cheek. “Dear God, help my son to choose The path of good and right.” All is quiet now; The prizes are to be awarded. To him who wins the prizes May all glory and honor go; To him who has tried and failed, Glory and honor too. Then up the aisle they go Straight, strong, unafraid. Out to meet the challenge That life has to offer. Clutched firmly in their hands A thin scroll of paper, A symbol, a memory Of years spent at St. J. A. It’s not an easy world This world of ours Plunged into a war. But let us try to remember A lesson taught at St. J. A. That there can never be Peace, happiness and contentment In this our world. Until we wipe from the face of the earth All the hatred And bitterness there today. 1G George Bennett, Jr.