Vineland High School - Record Yearbook (Vineland, NJ)

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EDITORIAL The class of 1929 graduates with a deep appreciation of the honor of being the first class to graduate from this beautiful new high school. May the classes that follow us continue to appreciate the opportunities afforded them by a far-sighted com- munity and may their achievements surpass ours. As we leave our high school life, we enter a larger world, with light hearts,, eager to exercise the knowledge and standards, gained in our school days. We realize that “The heights by great men reached and kept, Were not attained by sudden flight,” that during these days in V. H. S. we have been building our future lives. Let us. hope that we have built well and wisely and have learned to do our best and face the world courageously. If so, life will have no terrors for us, for “The world is like a mirror, Reflecting what you do. And if you face it smiling, It smiles right back at you.” 12 ISABELLE A. WALKER.

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February Class Song 1 Adieu to you dear Vineland High. We leave you with regret. The future opens forth its doors, And we with tasks are met. We go with banners streaming bright, And hearts so full of hope, We leave you dear old Vineland High, The school we love. II When day is done and happiness Has filled our hearts with love, We’ll look back o’er those four brief years Spent with friends we love. And we will ne’er forget the things You taught us while we stayed Within your walls so dear to us, Dear Red and Gray. Ill We meet here on this day of days, Our Graduation Day, To tell you that we’ll prove our worth, When we from you must stray. You will be glad to know us when We triumph and rejoice, In winning a new victory Beyond vour walls. FLORENCE HOYKR. February Class Poem MEMORIES We’ve spent a few short years together Whate’er our follies and faults may be. Forget our high school, we shall never, But uphold it, a golden memory. To trace those days and hours alone Our pensive memories linger o’er, Dearer than all the joys we’ve known, Those scenes to be enjoyed no more. As we look into the future And see so many roads, It is you, dear Vineland High School, Who helps us bear our loads. When we reach the sign post “success” At the bend of a sharp curve, Before us will stand our motto, “Enter to Learn, Go Forth to Serve.” These four years have built a tower Which we in time shall sec, And tho’ we have no rosy bowers, Some day we’ll have the key. We part and many an eye is tearful As we leave Red and Gray so true, Friend of our youth, Vineland High School, We bid a fond adieu. HELEN GAR DELLA and CECELIA KOBIE. 14