West Chester High School - Garnet and White Yearbook (West Chester, PA)

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THE GARNET AND WHITE STAFF—1927-1928

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2 THE GARNET AND WHITE WEST CHESTER HIGH SCHOOL ODitr JVhna iHatcr To thee, our Alma Mater, We ever shall be true, We'll strive to keep them always— The virtues learned from you. Through your great halls of learning We've trodden every day, And we have learned such lessons We never can repay. Life is a preparation For one commencement day; You’ve taken us the first lap: We'll strive on the rest of the way. And when our life is ended, When we, of course, have won, To thee, our Alma Mater, We’ll surely say, “Well done.” —Marie Tapper, '28.

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4 THE CARNET AND WHITE (in (Our iMma iMatcr B. Now since our High School days are almost over we cannot refrain from feeling sad and reflecting on the past four short years. Graduation is a very dear thing to all of us, and not one would miss it, but it brings with it sadness, too. It seems like the first great turning point in our lives. Childhood now ends: for some will enter the business world and strive for their living, while others will go on to college, so that they may be better pre- pared to take up their chosen work. No matter what we do, it will be real work. How deeply the love for our Alma Mater is instilled in each of us! Here, under her protecting wing, we have learned many lessons. We have met many people and through them have learned to love and dislike. Our first lessons of life have been taught by you, Alma Mater. Gently have you made us feel the hurts that can be and so often are given by the people in this world. The worth of such lessons we can hardly know, but some who have received unusually severe hurts, on reflect- ing, really know the true worth of such lessons. Really the knowledge we pick out from our books is of small value com- pared to the many, many other lessons you have taught us. Besides teaching us to take hurts and carefully care for the deep wound, you have sought Cupid out and instructed him to shoot each one of us through the heart with his deadly arrow. Love in more than one shape has come to us. Do we not all know the experience of wandering around in a dream for weeks? Our hearts have been numb with a love for. maybe, an adored teacher or, maybe, one of our schoolmates. We have all exper- ienced a dull ache which was certainly most painful. By thus teaching us to know the pain of love you have prepared us for the great love which sooner or later must come into our lives. Thus when we reflect upon our High School days, we find what a really won- derful Alma Mater you have been. After all. is not this preparation the most import- ant? Our lives are such precious, prec- ious gifts that we must be sure to have the right start, so as not in any way to do them harm. You are the one who has been our guiding hand: you are like the spring months with their winds, showers, and warm sunny light which bring forth the tiny flowers and protect them until they are strong. How carefully and tenderly you have guided us along until now you bid us enter the vast world. Is it any wonder that we leave you with tears on our faces and an ache in our hearts? Alma Mater, we alone know the great and wonderful lessons you have taught us. Now we must go forth with our lessons tucked under our arms. We must be careful. We must heed them, lest the vast pit swallow us up. Alma Mater, may your garden of children grow larger and larger, so that more may share your won- derful teaching, and may God ever throw the shining light upon you in which you now rest and work in that beautiful task of teaching His children how to flourish, so that they may each have a beautiful, clean life to offer when He calls for them. —Mary Smedley, '28.