Sutter Union High School - Gold and White Yearbook (Sutter, CA)

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air--' ' f A--f ----V -A-V -fu ----M -N-an l GOLD am. WHITE - l SUTTER-June, 1910. Publishbld Annually by S. U. H. S. The Senior Class. Time flows on with a full and ceaseless flood and the Seniors of 1910 will soon have left their High School days, each a jewel in the casket of tl1e past. Many are the pleasant memories and priceless are the hours which have passed on into the eternity of days. But we must not grieve, for far before us hidden in the labyrinths of the fu- ture lie joys and untasted pleasures of life. All that makes life worth living may be ours if we but strive nobly for it. All the beauty and joys of living will be our heritage. Each one of us must tread a sepa- rate path and sometime to some, perhaps, will come the deepest sor- rows of a human heart, but these are mingled with great joy. In the future when we have grown older and come to the eventide of life, like a sad, yet sweet song, the memory of our High School days will come to us, When life was like a story, Holding neither sob nor sigh, In the olden golden glory Ot the days gone by. '! !'+ The Senior Class Of 1910. Are pictured by the mighty pen Of poets long gone by. Each member of that honored Class Have tried successfully to pass With credits good and high. So with word pictures from the lines Penned with poetic skill Their forms will come before our eyes Their memories haunt us still. First Alvin whose bright face in truth Expressed the fiery vehemence of youth Forward and frolic glee were there, The will to do, the soul to dare. Anna Tarke, young and fair, With her wealth of gold-brown hair Her fingers shame the ivory keys They dance so light along. The bloom upon her parted lips Is sweeter than a song. Amele with truly tiaxen hair A laughing face, fresh hued and fair His form accorded with a mind Lively and ardent, frank and kind. Nor his the form nor his the eye The youthful maidens wont to fly. Nydia, fairest of the fair, Her eyes unfathomed brightness The flowing gold of her hair. Eyes of light and lips of roses- Whose locks outshine the sun Golden tresses wreathed in one. Eyes of gray has our sweet Myrle, In character a lovely girl: A full rich nature free to trust