The Plains High School - Yearbook (The Plains, OH)

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TIMBER FOR TOMORROW And now we’ve turned twelve well-worn years Each filled with joys, and tears; And Life, the everlasting, waits Just beyond the school’s broad gates. Not in enjoyment nor in sorrow Do we leave our dear old schools Although It is but a sweet memory. We never shall forget the rules. In the schools broad field of learning Is the bivouac of our life Be not one that’s disconcerning But, be a scholar in the strife. Cur story is not completed yet We close this chapter reverently done The words are old, the story new We haven’t finished-just begun. Mary Talbert Patricia Jackson Carol Mackie When gray threads mar life’s pattern And seem so out of line. Trust the Master Weaver Who planned the whole design; For in life 's choicest patterns Some dark threads must appear To make the rose threads fairer. The gold more bright and clear. The pattern may seem intricate And hard to understand. Eut trust the Master Weaver And His steady, guiding Hand.