West High School - Westerner Yearbook (Denver, CO)

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,avi-6 3 , Q l,: 6:X Lima Wil BN'--3 T ,, 0 vida' fx? reveal wider and wider horizons, until now we see before us an entire world. Although we didn't know it at the time, those twelve years of education were spent in preparing us to goforth, to help shape the world. The time has come for us to put aside the robes of the student and put on in their place the respon- sibilities of adulthood. But before we take this final step of our high school career, let us pause for a moment. In returning to the present from the memo- ries of our childhoods, our minds must necessarily pass across the memories of our last three years in school. ln doing so, we try to memorize each face, each day, each happening. For tonight is our last night to- gether, and we may not pass this way again. Tonight, West High School's Gradu- ating Class of 1968 stands before you as one person, sharing in the memories of our high school years. Thus far in our lives we had walked those hallways of education as through a mist, not knowing of the doorway we approached. To- night, however, we have reached the end of a corridor, and the doorway of our futures stands before us. Tonight that door stands open, beckoning to us, as we care- fully and cautiously, yet bravely and proudly step up, and poise on the threshold.

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Class Cf I968 lnvocation l968 Our Father, we pause in reverence tonight and ask Your guidanc e as we recount the well -favored years behind us and anticipate the doorway to history. History is a voice forever sounding across the centuries the laws of right and wrong. Opinions alter, manners change, creeds rise and fall but Thy moral law is written on the tablets of eternity! We ask Your blessing tonight upon the Class of 1968 as we gather together for a last for- mal presentation. . .for the ways of men must sever. . . and it well may be for a day and a night, and it well may be forever. Doorway into History Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen years ago, a child was born. Almost two decades have passed since then - exciting, history-making decades. Tonight that child stands before you, poised for his own first step into his- tory. We, the Graduating Class of 1968, are poised on a threshold, and for us, for a mo- ment, time stands still. A step into history. What a grand idea those words convey. What pride, what power our hearts holdwhen we say those magic words- our own first step. But is this truly our first step? No, we have had to take many practice steps, preparing for the step we take tonight . Our very first step was taken when we crossed the echoing corridors of our child- hood and first school years, with our hands clutched tightly in lVlother's or Dad's. Mother. Father. Two people who have helped us so lovingly, who have taught us so much. ln school we have learned to read, to write, to do arithmetic. But our parents have in- stilled in us the intangibles of living. They first taught us the meanings of love, integ- rity, and so many other elements that form the final being of our characters. We don't often take the time to tell our parents how much we love them, and how much we ap- pre c iat e the things they have done for us. Tonight, however, each of us wishes to say Thank you to our parents. Thank you for leading us this far through the hallways of education. Twelve long years of formal schooling lie behind us, but tonight those years seem to have passed in a minute. We can't quite re- member when arithmetic turned into mathe- matics and reading became literature , every- thing has woven together so smoothly. But year by year, our knowledge has expanded to

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