Storm Lake High School - Breeze Yearbook (Storm Lake, IA)

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mass bang Tune: When I Leave the Woi'ld Behind. We are without a care. Why should we show despair? No load is on our mindg WC,1'C thinking of the day When we must say goodbye, And leave the school behind. We haven't medals won To leave when We are done- Somehow, they passed us by. We've knowledge sure, but still We'll leave a precious will When We must say goodbye. CHORUS We'll leave athletics to the Freshmen, We'll leave the mischief to the Sophs, And to the Juniors Welll leave the memories Of our honors of high school years. VVe'll leave the Hunkers to the teachersg We'll leave the teachers to the Prof. We'll leave the moon above to those in love When We leave the school behind, Wlieii we leave the school behind. GEORGE W. HARDEN, '16. c , .Q ' 73592: . ' if En QQ -E13 jf' 'Wsaew' s:vi5i'5i31v:eif'ers: jllluvl M654 N Y ' -A

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Senior Cllllass Poem Yes, we are Seniors, Brilliant and true. To all of our classmates VVC now bid adieu. VVC came here as Freshmen, Quiet and reserved, To fight out our battles And receive honors deserved. We returned as Sophomores In the year of twelve, To join all our classmates And continue to delve. As Juniors we gathered With knowledge so rare That often were we met With an inquiring stare. We've wrestled with Algebra, German, and the rest, But, as everyone knows, VVC-were always the best. Our athletes are classed Among the very best, With Lewie, Trig and Bill, And others we're blest. VVhen it comes to music We're always right there. We've a Senior quartette Which with no other will compare In debate we are strong, For we've members four VVho help keep the standard And bring honors galore. In declamatory work We're represented by many, Altho Dewey takes first And is surpassed by not any. And all of our teachers VVe thank one and all For noble thot or word Received in this hall. And now as we're Seniors And people on high, To all of our classmates YVe bid goodbye. QJKD . ' ,. Q fgi igi

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:Bn the Btiuah tu Zliumnrrnha Curiosity clothed with rags, a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back, turned his back to his home Today,' and sought to console his misery by seeking a new home, The Futuref' As he was walking through the wilderness of the world he lighted upon a certain place which he knew to be the house of an Interpreter, at the door of which he knocked over and over. At last some one came to the door and asked who was there. Sir, here is a traveler who is seeking the Future, spoke Curiosity. I would speak with the master of the house. So the master was called, who after a little time came to Curiosity and asked him what he would have. Sir, said Curiosity, I seek the Future of the Class of 1916 of the Storm Lake High School. Then, said the Interpreter, come in. I will show that which will be profitable to thee. The Interpreter commanded his man to light the candle and bade Curiosity to follow him. I-le led him into a private room, where Curiosity saw two pictures hung up on the wall. The one was of a very grave person and this was the fashion of it: It had eyes lifted up to heaven, the best of books in his hand and the law of truth was written upon his lips. Now, said the Interpreter, I have showed thee this picture first because the man whose picture this is is Rev. Clark Deppe, who will guide Storm Lake through all the difficult places which the good people may meet with in the way. The other was a picture of a very dignified and well informed virgin and this was the fashion of it: She wore on her head a little black hat which was tied on by white ribbons. In one hand she carried a basket hlled with necessities for the sick and poor while in the other there was a book. Who may this be? inquired Curiosity. And the Interpreter answered, She is no other than Nellie Bair, who is a deaconess in New York City and waits upon our poor. Then he took Curiosity by the hand and led him into a very large parlor that was full of dust because never swept, the which, after he had reviewed a little while, the Interpreter called for his man to sweep. The dust began to fly about so abundantly that Curiosity had almost therewith been choked. Then said the Interpreter to a damsel that stood by: Bring hither the water and sprinkle the room. Then when she had done, it was swept and cleansed with pleasure. Then said Curiosity, What meanest this ? So spoke the Inte1'preter: As is this parlor, so will be the heart of lVIarshall lVIcArthur. The dust is the disappointment that will be thrust upon Mar- shall for the admiration of the fair sex that will bring ruin upon the whole man. That which began to sweep first will be experience and serious thought, but she that brought water and did sprinkle it, is Real, True Love. As thou sawest the damsel lay the dust by sprinkling, so will this young man's disappointments be subdued and the heart made clean and fit for True Love to dwell therein. Then the Interpreter took Curiosity by the hand and led him into a little room. Surprise and amazement did come to Curiosity, for here sat two ladies, each on her chair. The name of the youngest was Passion and the other Patience. Passion bore