Tigard High School - Tiger Yearbook (Tigard, OR)

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Dedication We dedicate our Year Book called “Life’s Edition” to the outstanding service of the former .editors of the Ti-U Year Book. 1928 Lester Gray 1929 Iness Bross 1930 William Fisher 1931 Byron Blankenship .... 1932 Richard Nokes 1933 Barbara Potts 1934 David Gault 1935 Merwin Selander .... 1936 Bob Barney 1937 Betty Selliken 1938 Betty Schubring 1939 Hazel Clark 1940 Earl Schmalle 1941 Carol Ryder 1942 Clara Hedlund 1943 Howard Ibach 1944 John Adams 1945 Jean Carsh 1946 Denny Small Page 4

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Foreword “Life travels in divers places with divers persons. ’ — Shakespeare q4 new Year Book is presented to you in the March of Life. . . As we gradually come into contact of school life with our recordings, we are celebrating our twentieth anniversary in our 1947 edition. Life is the precious possession of our existence and we must learn to live it wisely. In brief, we have ideals, and they must constantly be resolved into essential and practical things. We hope to find that all material possessions take their places logically in the scheme of being, and we shall neither under-value them, or rate them too high among the essential assets of a truly successful career.

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 The House by the Side of the Road There are hermit souls that live withdrawn In the place of their self-content; There are souls Jike stars, that dwell apart, In a fellowlcss firmament; There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths Where highways never ran— But let me live by the side of the road And be a friend to man. Let me live in a house by the side of the road, Where the race of men go by— The men who are good and the men who are bad, As good and as bad as I. I would not sit in the scorner’s scat, Or hurl the cynic’s ban— Let me live in a house by the side of the road And be a friend to man. I see from my house by the side .of the road, By the side of the highway of life, The men who press with the ardor of hope, The men who arc faint with the strife. But I turn not away from their smiles nor their tears, Both parts of an infinite plan— Let me live in a house by the side of the road And be a friend to man. I know there arc brook-gladdened meadows ahead • And mountains of wearisome height; That the road passes on through the long afternoon And stretches away to the night. But still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice, And weep with the strangers that moan, Nor live in my house by the side of the road Like a man who dwells alone. Let me live in my house by the side of the road— It’s here the race of men go by. They are good, they arc bad, they are weak, they are strong, Wise, foolish—so am I; Then why should I sit in the scorner’s seat, Or hurl the cynic’s ban? Let me live in my house by the side of the road And be a friend to man. SAM WALTER FOSS. Page 5