Sylvania Burnham High School - Burgoblac Yearbook (Sylvania, OH)

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if q 1 U Y. '53 ' --,g. -. .-..............,...,.A..Q.,..,..-.,-...- .-..-... ROY THOMPSON His heart and hand both open and both free. BEULAH TROMBLY The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good. DORIS VIERS Of manners gfntlr, of affections mild RICHARD WILCOX Is it a world to hide 'virtues in? RUTH WOLFE A peace above all earthly dignity, A still and quiet conscience. r w w E Page Twenty-five

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Page Twenty-four t f GEORGIETTA SANDERSON Some chord in unison with what we hear Is touched within us and our heart replies. LESTER SCHOFIELD I will sit down now, but the time will come when you will hear me. WINIFRED SHANLEY Principle is ever my motto, not expefliency. ' ' SP GYNETH SNYDER I know everything except my- lf H IRIS STROHL ' With words we go11ern,men.

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L . . 132 -s , n.--,-,,,n..,.- Senior Class History The tide of moss, grass, and Howers has swept across the earth. It is June, the spring- time of the year. The trees have once more adorned their gay branches, the bright songsters have returned to their old haunts in the wood and glens, but the class of 1930 is in the midst of joyous springtime greetings, about to undertake a new adventure. It was in September, 1926, that we first began to share together the work of school life. It was our Freshman year. Our class was organized and with the help of our teachers, we were introduced into B. H. S. with all of its fascinating charms. It was not long before we were Sophomores, and when the third year dawned upon us, most of us were Juniors. Then we dipped into the future as far as human life can see, and, although some climbed the ladder of knowledge faster than others, we remembered that the poet said: 'tSome must follow and some command, Though all are made of clay. NVQ were more than proud that vear of our .Tunior-Senior banquet and Junior play, which were both great successes. VVould anyone, glancing into the north room of B. H. S. that morning in October, 1930, suspect that we, scrambling for seats and renewing old acquaintances, were the Seniors of the school? VVelll I think so, should he have taken a second glance soon after when work was begun in earnest. VVork was not scarce this year. If we were proud of our Junior activities last year, we exulted in our Senior activities this year. Many times we had looked and watched the Seniors on the platform with their caps and gowns, and longed for the time when we should be in their places, but it is not with complete gladness that we are receiving our diplomas, because we realize we are leaving not only our student companions but also our instructors, whose inspiration will continue to live with us through all our daily walks of life. And as each of us leave the Senior Ship To sail on Life's Sea alone, May we prove an ever guiding star On the glorious, vast unknown. May we make of each little boat that 's launched A life with glory crowned, May we successfully steer our little boat 7? In a harbor of high renown. Page T 'wenty-.fix