Tigard High School - Tiger Yearbook (Tigard, OR)

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Dedication... Our 1944 Year Book is dedicated to Our Country, The Good Neighbor To All Nations. O Destined Land, unto thy citadel, What founding fates even now doth peace compel. That through the world thy name is sweet to tell! O throned Freedom, unto thee is brought Empire; nor falsehood nor blood-payment asked; Who never through deceit thy ends has sought. Nor toiling millions for ambitions tasked; Unlike the fools who build the throne On fraud, and wrong and woe; For man at last will take his own, Nor count the overthrow, For thou art founded in the eternal fact That every man doth greaten with the act Of freedom; and doth strengthen with the weight of duty; And God molds his fate, Who masters best himself best serves the State.

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Foreword... The Theme of the 1944 Yearbook is The Good Neighbor A NEIGHBORLY MESSAGE The message of the humble is spelled in work, for work is the message of all men. Humble as he may be, yet he dwells above mind and body, and the soul in him strives to live and work through all things. When he lays hold upon an activity that men call business, he will select an order of work that permits him to express himself fully. He will realize that every thought and act are a perpetual record. When he is convinced that it matters not what a man does so long as he does it as a man, he will comprehend that divinity is one though. its manifestations are many. As he makes and travels his broad highways he will now and then journey to the right and to the left. In doing he will find delight beyond measure; but let the humble man remember the paralyzing power of ill-used riches and the nullifying effect of idleness. Every man can help the world’s work more than he knows of. What we want is the single eye, that we may see what our work is, the humility to accept it, however lowly, the faith to do it and the perseverance to go on until death. Remember now and always that life is no dream, but a solemn reality based upon eternity and encompassed by eternity. Find out your task; stand to it; the night cometh when no man can work. This is the message of your neighbor.

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Fraternity... We ask not how thy suffering came. Or if by sin, or if by shame, Or if by Fate's capricious rulings; To our large pity all's the same. Come close and lean against a heart Eaten by pain and stung by smart; It is enough if thou has suffered— Brother or sister then thou art. We will not speak of what we know, Rehearse the pang, nor count the throe, Nor ask what agony admitted Thee to the Brotherhood of Woe. But in your anguish-—darkened land Let us draw close, and clasp the hand; Our whispered password holds assuagement— The solemn, Yea, we understand!