Waukegan High School - Annual W Yearbook (Waukegan, IL)

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GLASS PDEM DF '04. LEROY LAKE. Teachers, classmates, kind friends here, Welve come, alas, to part. What use is there to hide the tear VVe fain would cover up with cheer, When pain lies in the heart. There is no word quite like Ugood-bye, Though easy it may seem, Behind us now our school days lie, VVith laughter strewn, a smile, a sigh, Before the dim unseen. These rooms within whose ample walls We've met for work or pleasures, These friends and teachers, books and hal When old years beckon and memory calls, Will then be counted treasures. And other times when we had come To hold our meetings gay, When there we raised our business hum, Which was objected lo by some, Welll think ot that some day. Oh memory fond, where would you end Could you but hold your swavl Your archers fast the arrows send, Which tell of deeds weld like to mend, But now have flown away. Oh yes! These things are all gone by, No more we'll have these troubles, But now experience welll try On dreams that soar, perhaps, too high, Like shining sunlit bubbles. I2

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and twenty-six pounds. The average glove measurement is six and one-fourth, running from live and three-fourths to nineg shoe measurement is five, running from three to ten. The majority of the class have blue eyes and dark hair, the latter ranging from a beautiful auburn to a jet black. Perhaps the classes that follow us may not wish to emu- late us in everything, but certainly they may endeavor to do it in scholarship. One of our class has eighteen and three- fifths credits, the largest number anyone has ever succeeded in obtaining. We hope that the future Senior classes may equal if not excel us in this respect. . glhvl.. L-' fs .0 F.-l' 'gr-. ' QQ?- .,-w i.e. ' U, 'I 7- r.. f 1 iylflf t 'uf' ' . . -'f-'Nix ' -v bn' .1 V ' NN: ' H: x.. lf: 5 vt' 1 W 'H II

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Such dreams as these reach every life, And though they be a vision, As soldiers led by drum and fife, They bear us along and through the strife, But lead to Helcls Elysian. Not in vain, O stream of Yesterday, You bring not only sorrow, I call'd to thee, but thou woulds't not stay, But hurried along, now far away, To join the stream of Tomorrow. I follow, follow thy waters along Through unfamiliar fields, With flowers fragrant, sweet with song, With sunshine of right and shadows of wrong, And Watch what the future yields. VVe know not what our futures hold In store for every one, Perhaps we'll End some new, some old, When from the door the stone is rolled, Revealing life begun. As when the autumn fields we mow And brown leaves strew the path, When skies with clouds foretell of snow, When days are dim and cold winds blow, We reap the aftermath, So I have dreamed, or was it real? That after the flow of years, We'cl gather our aftermath of Ideal With these four bright years set for the seal - Not in vain our smiles and tears. 13