Valparaiso High School - Valenian Yearbook (Valparaiso, IN)

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HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL, 19 IV. Oho footstep more — the fourth receding stride Brings to our feet that which four years divide; And we our blooming Senior-hood attain; And smiling join the long Commencement train. Seniors, by Juniors and Sophomores revered, Loved, honored, trusted, and by Freshmen feared; Such happy faces, one with pride recalls, That graced the High School ' s spacious study halls. Schoolmates, farewell! The last declining ray Fades to the twilight of our golden day; Some lessons yet our wearied brains may learn, Some leaves perhaps, in life ' s thin volume turn, Hut by the pale glimmer of the torch reversed, Not • ' Finis. but The End of Volume First ! MABEL BRFMMITT. %

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18 HIGH SCHOOL ANNUAL. NINETEEN TEN HIS is our golden year, its golden day; Its happy memories ne ' er will pass away. We hear our summons, — Class of Nineteen Ten. None such has ever been, nor e ' er will be again. Twenty-eight Seniors, twenty-eight — no more — Have passed the streams and reached the higher shore. Look backward, Seniors, not with faded eyes. And see the past years as I bid them rise. How brief the time; and yet it sweeps us back Far. far along a bright remembered track ! I. Four strides like this; MacQuilkin ruled the school; We were all Freshmen, obeying every rule ; Freshmen with simple souls that slash and slay, And stick at nothing if it isn ' t play. There was real pleasure in our Freshman year. Still to our memory ever bright and clear. II. Again to still retreats, to Sophomores turned The mildewed pages of the past, we learned With endless labor of the sleepless brain Which once has been but ne ' er will be again, AVe reap the harvest of that ceaseless toil And find a fragrance in that midnight oil. Much could I tell you that you know too well; Much I remember that I will not tell. We studied, worked and toiled ; we dreamed like you, Smiled at our teachers, and thought how much we knew. Sophomores with eyes on lofty heights, Where Fame stood beckoning in the rosy lights. III. Another stride. Once more in Nineteen Nine As Juniors we fell in the new formed line! With happy hearts we reached the classic halls, And sought more knowledge beneath the frescoed walls. Time brought experience, Sophomores were wise; But Oh! how sharp are Juniors ' ears and eyes. Imps of all mischief, heaven alone knows how, We had many faults, but are all angels now.

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