Sumner High School - Spartan Yearbook (Sumner, WA)

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Corridors of Memory Every hallway has a meaningp There's a memory for each stair. Through the window come a-streaming Sunbeams when the day is fair. Here some club had happy meetingsg There a breeze came Waiting ing Don't forget those morning greetings, That Hello there! Where've you been? We have known the joy of victoryg In defeat we cannot tail, For, dear Sumner, you have taught us How to follow 1ife's long trail, And though miles shall lie between us In the years that are to be We will never quite forget you, Corridors of Memory. 1 'w l i g x., 3 X fl 71 .X ' ,b .N xl , X! llt I x' txt ,f l x , i4 f ,. K K! ,ai fgllf-'X ffyi-Li , V K ,,. f

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The time has come, the Walrus said, To speak of many things. And so this book ol bygone days, Each golden memory brings. We've tried our best to give each one A picture true and clear, Ot all our fun and things we've done In our happy hours here. We have the snaps ot all the gang, Our teachers, friends and scenes, To keep alive our memory With all the things it means. DOORWAYS Doors, like crowns, are concrete things- Made for clowns, or little Kings: Myriad youth streams on before, Seeking truth beyond a door. Foreword The things we've said are written here For everyone to see. ln future years We hope they'll cheer, And till your heart with glee, This record stands before the world Ot our joys and struggles too. Our banners now have all been turled, And We go on to lite anew. So in future days when skies are QVSY, Or tar away you roam, Pick up this book of other days And let it bring you home.

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Dedication Harold Pop Keeney, to whom we dedicate This forty-two annual fwe know it will ratel ls a man of whom the Spartans are proud. He speaks with a voice sincere, and loud. Our mentor came from Longview High, Where his coaching record reached the sky. His coaching tact has brought us a name Which surpasses most of our previous fame. As in Longview, his record is rising here, All think it will reach the peak next year, When the boys will be fighting to reach the top, Led by the man whom we all call Pop, To you, Mr. Keeney, we dedicate this book, ln hopes that in future years you'll look Here to see and remember the days When the forty-two students all gave you praise Remember too the athletic teams Whose 'liorty-two record brilliantly gleams. From the the annual stall of forty-two We proudly dedicate this book to you. , if