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

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The Garnet and White Staff 1928-1929

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West Chester High School Alma iWatm Shall we remember, when the way is hard, That victory comes to him who serves the best? Shall we remember that life yields at last, To give the gentle, weary traveller rest? Oh, yes. Thou, Alma Mater, taught us this, That life must always find our heads unbowed, Thine own great virtue now is given to us, Courage to meet temptation, eyes front, proud. And though we’re young, and life seems fair and good. We’ll not forget thy standard in our need. All honor to thy precepts, Alma Mater; We’ll strive always to love and live thy creed. The years shall find us serving, unafraid, For service was thy purpose, and is still More ours. With us we take the memory of thy strength. Today we lift Life’s silver cup to fill. Elizabeth D. Scattergood, ’29. 2

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i grayer tn i luta itfater “One of the most important things in life is to lie a good sport. ” (), Alma Mater, you who have taught us such happy lessons, who have guided us over the rough places, he with us in the after years, that we may not forget sportsmanship. Our love for you now is like a bright, sweet flame. It is inevitable that Time will make that flame dwindle a little; we shall always honor it, keeping it burning on the altars of our hearts. We are experi- encing for the first time the sorrow that hundreds of others have felt before us. We break the old love ties and offer ourselves, perhaps a bit unwilling, to the new claims. It is this that hurts, the parting of the ways, the finality of the farewell to classmates and Alma Mater. We have felt it coming; we are not unprepared. And now when we hear clearly the bitter sweet call of life, the call which none of us, however weak, can evade, we go forth alone, our tears forced back beneath the proud exterior of youth. As we throw aside our dependency and begin to decide for ourselves, keep before us, Alma Mater, the shield of sportsman- ship. Life has much to teach us that we could not learn in High School; but here we have learned our first great lesson to be good sports. You have taught so much of inestimable value; you have been strong where we were weak, and we have learned to be strong; you have been wise where we were foolish, and we have realized our mistakes. (), will we be worthy of you? Time alone can answer. If we rise unfraid after each blow, if we overcome the ob- stacles still with the light of hope in our eyes, if we are filled with kindness for humanity, then indeed we will have proved ourselves worthy. Have faith in us, Alma Mater. The most of us will measure up. It is with mingled feelings that we stand now at the cross-roads. Before us stretches the unknown, the untried; and there is always an adventure in attempting the new. Behind us, without doubt we leave the happiest days of our lives. Never again will there be such gloriously happy times as High School days. But we must achieve; youth must always go on. In- evitably must come responsibility. Some of us go on to college; we accept a new Alma Mater new, but with the old standards, the old ideals. They are the same the world over, the standards that youth sets for itself. Some of us go immediately to join the army of workers. Here again we must remember that life is taking our measure, that we must keep our high honor. It is the first blow to our pride to realize that next year the school will go on with- out us, to know that we are only another Senior ('lass, leaving those behind us per- haps a little better for our presence during four years. It is the pride of youth that possesses us. Let us turn our pride to use. We go to meet life “splendid as an army with banners.” Never will a soldier in such an army turn in flight. Never will the banners be torn or lowered. Let us demon- strate that we are capable of good sports- manship, that the great virtue of our Alma Mater shines through us unsullied toothers. All of us have a bit of fatalism in our make-up. We believe that somewhere there is a special niche that we alone were born to fill. As Commencement draws near, timidly we turn toward the fulfill- ment. With our comrades we approach the first milestone; from there we must go on alone. Think of us then, Alma Mater, as remembering that you taught us strength and truth and sportsmanship. Time can never quite extinguish the flame of our love for you and our reverence. So be it. We kneel for a long moment at your shrine. We go now. 4 Elizabeth D. Scattergood, '29.