Temple University - Templar Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

Page 31 text:

And we our Alma Muter Temple praise. Unhidden city, set upon a hill With radiating light the vales to fill. To guide mankind from ignorance, darkened maze. Thou. Father Con well, inspiration true, Prophetic fervent voice of this our age, Achicz'ing greatness on this earthly stage; Strong soul, herw far our tributes fail thy due. These years, these golden years have sped away; They zvrit themselves on mind's retentive page. By pouring out their goodly heritage And bid us forth as messengers today. Now under Temple's pennant all unfurled. We join the legions marching from these halls In unknowyt ways, to help to answer calls Which issue from the hungry hearted world. We go, and would be filled with loyalty, Our Alma Mater Temple never stain, Obey the tug and pull of duty's rein. And honor Class of Ninetecn-Twcnty-Threc. ). F. Dorman. n

Page 30 text:

Senior (Haas flom CAN zee believe four years have sped azrny. Like szvift evanishment of fleecy cloud Since first zee classmates met? The time allozvcd Was all too brief for sacred friendship's day. For common aims have linked their silver chain About our lives, and zee zecrc unified In act and sympathies, as side by side IVc thought and read and dreamed and thought again. But nozv alas! Time blazes his bugle blast, Commanding us to zeend unzeonted ways. But tho' zee parted be by nights and days, This pre-arranged farezeell call not the last. But these four years have built a grand zeatch-tozecr From this our age the honored past to see. Bygone events in ghostly pageantry Have tramped forth from their silent shady bozeer. And zee communed zeith master spirits great. Who erstzehilc this terrestrial ball did grace, Who sazu in sordid life an angel's face And sang to give the world a fairer state. Oh. zee have handled royal treasures here In giant hours by zeorthy sages mined From Nature's bosom, seeking to unbind The secret of the universal sphere. But as zee wandered, dozen these wondrous days Our z'ision had not Hewed the vistas fraught With images of mind, had there been naught Of teacher's light illumining the haze. We ozve our debt to our preceptor's care, Whose hopeful optimism labored on. As tho’ they saw for us the distant dozen Of better days and nez’er kneze despair. 2b

Page 32 text:

SAMUEL BERMAN BS. (Summer ’22) 2127 X. Natrona St., Philadelphia South Phila. H. S., Phila. School of Pedagogy The philosophy of a word of praise is more efficient than a chapter of blame made incarnate. A man who is always able to find extenuating circumstances for everyone except himself. “Sam HAROLD B. BUCKLEY ns. 27 Amosland Road, Norwood, Pa. Philadelphia School of Pedagogy. “Buck” spent two years in the Wharton School, U. of P.. be fore coming to Temple. Here he is specializing in commerce and upon receiving his degree hopes either to teach commercial subjects in a Senior High School, or tatter yet, to enter the real estate business. Echoes from Pedagogy tell us that Mr. Buckley was a three-letter man. At Temple? Oh, here he is always studious—French pronunciation taing his forte! Also—in high school he was known for his curly crop! There’s a heap o’ nonsense in this man, tho’ you wouldn’t guess it. “nuck' 28