Waterloo Central High School - Skoi Yase Yearbook (Waterloo, NY)

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WATERLOO HIGH SCHOOL DEDICATION ITH mingled regret and satisfaction we dedicate this num- ber of Skoi-Yase to the old school building which now exists only in memory. For who can look back without emotion upon the days in which some of our most lasting and valuable associations were formed? The old books may still be read. the old friends may remain about us, but the old schoolhouse is gone forever. To wish to recall it except in imagination would betray a sentimentality that nothing in this practical world could justify. It is a sign of material and intellectual progress that the obsolete should give place to the modern. the up-to- date. Our satisfaction naturally surpasses our regret. We would not label ourselves reactionary or behind the times in all things that make for individual social well-being. But now, like the world traveler who returns for a day to the home of his boy- hood, we may indulge ourselves in sad and tender thoughts for the things of Auld Lang Syne. The affairs of a nation may pause for a moment of silent reverence in commemoration of a great bereavement: and since the passing of an honored land- mark may in a slight sense be considered in the nature of a loss. we may likewise pause for an interval of meditation in honor of the institution which has left the material existence only to be embodied in a manner bentting the intelligent and progressive community whose latest forward step is now in the act of completion. ROY B. MILLER.

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THE sKo1-YAsE, 1928 THE OLD SCHODL A new school, how we laughed with glee. And clapped our hands in our delight: And wondered when the time would be When that new school would loam in sight. Yet. when the time was drawing nigh We wandered through each silent hall We dreaded then, to say good-bye: To see that dear old building fall. Each room seemed packed with memories dear All passing swift before our eyes The joys and sorrows of each year: Each disappointment and surprise. Our fingers fumbled, as we turned The .pages o'er in memory's book. And viewed the lessons we had learned: The childish traits that we forsook. And when at last 'twas time to go, We found that we were loath to part: We went with lingering step and slow With dream-filled eyes and troubled heart. And when we saw the old school fall. And when no trace was left at last, We vainly wished we might recall The happy years we there had passed. Although in truth we could not stay And live those happy years again. We all knew when we went away Those years had not been lived in vain. Full well we know no place can take The spot in each heart set aside, We hold it dear for memory's sake, And there the Old School will abide. ADELAIDE WATERMAN.