Stockbridge High School - Panther Yearbook (Stockbridge, MI)

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Glass llboem. KEOHIS World's a sea, both vast and Wide, On which We each one must embark, Wim? To be carried by the out-going tide, In seething Waters, deep and darkq As We, the class that start tonight, Push off our boat on this great sea, Weill Watch the Wheel and steer aright, And gain the heights for such as We. All seems bright to our youthful eyes, Welre guided by a careful hand, f But now the sea before us lies, We long to start from off the land. Our hopes are high, We know no fear, As We set forth this sea to explore, Q Our friends have come With Words of cheer To help us launch out from this shore. Eight is the number, you Will see, Assembled on 'this stage tonight, The senior class of naughty-three: Who've struggled hard to do the right. A trio of such handsome maids, 'Tis hard to find, as you'll agree: c They've stood the iirst in all the grades, And :first tonight as it should be.

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In time to come, amid the activities of life, as We look back through the mist of years, bright memories Will appear before our vision. We will again see our old class- mates, teachers, and associatesg We will again live those scenes Which have filled our lives with so much of joyg We will once more sit behind the desks in the old brick school- house, Wrestling with problems in i'solid geometry, or dreaming over a lesson in algebra. And even this event, the crowning' scene of our school-days, methinks Will appear the brighest of all that which We thus view in retrospect. Our 'historian has reached back into the past and made a record of the events of our life histories, which he will deliver to you to-night, our prophet will tell you of our future destinies, our ambitions, and our accomplishmentsg our judicial officer Will read to you our Hnal Will and testi- ment. To these, to the recital of our class poem by its author, to the orations of the hour, and 'to the final address by our valedictorian, We bid you Welcome. CHARLES H. STOCKING. . bw ST5, ' A , 5-pg Q o .. iff . , i 1,i,,,, ky? 'ww f A A lx i e g - S 'X 5 . o

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For Naturels forces did unite In skill and beauty, wit and grace, To make our senior girls just right . To fill this highly honored place. Of the senior boys, it is my duty To say they're manly, good and brave, I dare not tell of their great beauty If I. my reputation save. 'Tis true that all the classic learning Packed in their brains-that wondrous fold, With all the wit which none are spurning, Will lead them up to heights untold. One of our girls, I'm proud-tosstateg ' With all our work and :extra care, A Studied quite hard, and sat up late To take in banking stock, a share. An absent minded boy ihad we, Who studied hard and kept the rule, But still his constant cry would be, Why can't I go to Albion's school. The rest of us with sturdy stride, No other object in ourxview, Still traveled onward side by side, Only one course didwe, pursue. We have not traveled-thatashady road With pathways strewn with moss and But we have carried a heavy load, O'er stony paths. thro' weary hours. We held a reception last year For the senior class.-'tis surely true, The salt that cream coutained, Iffear, Was enoughetormake. us all look, blue. flowers