Tarboro High School - Tar Bo Rah Yearbook (Tarboro, NC)

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Halrhirtnrg The scholar, where stands he? Ill for the state If weakening in the strife, and short of sight, He let the world wag on and shirk the fight. Well for us all if, brave, compelling Fate, A lighthouse rock, steadfast he stands and straight. Hold fast the faith, make manifest the light. THESE lines express our feelings on this occasion when we must bid you, our classmates and friends, farevsell. ' We have long been looking forward to this time. We have been striving to gain knowledge and meet the requirements imposed upon us before we could graduate. Sometimes it seemed like a waste of energy to conform to the fixed standards, but those who were wiser than we deemed it best that we should meet the specified requirements, and we shaU, no doubt, profit by them in the years to come. For many months our little fleet has been riding in harbor, today the anchors are weighed and slowly we drift down the tide toward unknown seas. A few hours more and these clustering sails will be scattered and fading specks each in its own horizon, straining or drifting toward its goal. I would not in these few lines bring in the eternal note of sadness. Rather I would speak of the better, brighter part. We cannot but see as we leave these walls that we go out to a broader, fuller life. Above all, it is the real life for which this was only the preparation. The great object of the instruction we have received here has been to teach us the value of all education. Leave your finest floners to propagate themselves and they will return to the wild weeds from whence they have been evolved. Neglect our high-bred animals and they will soon lose their fine qualities and revert to their primi- tive roughness and wild nature. So it is with human education. Our efforts for the advancement of the race are like those of a swimmer who is struggling against a mighty current. To stop, to rest, to be careless, is to lose all we have gained. Even to hold our own we must keep going on. The life-giving power of education is intended to lit us, not for cultivated leisure, but for earnest work. A liberal culture binds men together by giving each one interests beyond himself. The talents we possess are for the service of allg our activity and progress go into the general social conditionsg our faults and failures subtract from the public good. A vigorous purpose makes much out of little, breathes power into weakness, disarms difficulties, and snatches victory from defeat. Yes, we are going into a world that has made a place for the scholar and looks to the educated young man and woman to lead the way. Opportunities are before us. Opportunities that will test usg prove whether it has been worth the expense of the public, the sacrifice of our parents and the efforts of our instructors to bring our minds to their present state of partial efficiency. We have long had our eyes on the goal of graduation which appeared to us not so long ago as a mountain peak on the distance, but now that we have reached our goal we find that it is not a mountain peak at all, and that we are still only in the foothills of life. However, our vision has broadened and as we continue in life we shall find still more hills to climb and our highest altitude at length will be determined by our capability or perhaps by our inclination.