West High School - Occident Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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THE OCCIDENT ALICE JOHNSON Class Historian Treasurer J unlor Class HL!! SinflpIieity's rare charm is hers. MATILDA STUART CCL!! A thing that is worth doing at all is worth doing well. CARMEN STOCKLIN Senior and Junior Class Secretary Class Play HL!! Those dark eyes, so clark and so deep. URCIL JONES We cannot all of us do everything. HENRY GINSBERG HL!! True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the sun. , f.. . lg :,ll1,! Ll, K 5 . ':-r- f ,:wg,3'g r ya' .'-f-' V , jp: I , .O lvl.. ,..,i . ,- -n,,-uw .1 , . O . ,l--,L :Z V 4, , .M Q Vi I .: 15.1-,Q ,,,ff- ,fn ..,1 5fxi:,f,,g1f., vm. - :,,' 1 'T-um A. Y gn 4 :- 5 'I4Jl'4?.'re 'nv db leaf -zz' 'iv' , -if' . 'fi '04 - 1 rqrf 'ff A4 53 ll is - D 4 , .' K-Vi-31' A Quotations for these pictures were selected by Ruth Emmitt. and Dorothy Holmes.

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THE OC CIDENT - HARRY JOHNSON Circulation Manager Occident Brief let ine be. GLENNA EVANS Short but sweet. PAUL KERSHAW ISL!! He was a quiet but a learned lad. NAOMI PLANT But I am constant as the Northern Star. FOWLER HARPER Class Play W Association In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill, i For e'en tho vanquished, he could argue still. li MINNIE HUSTON Truth hath a quiet breast.

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16 THE OCCIDENT Uhr Gllana nf '15 ALICE JOHNSON, '15 Our class, for various arts renowned, Long exercised in studies, Muse! re- sound, Which, having gained the victory by toils O'er many books, and searched their in- most thots, Stands ready now to go into the world, Ideals high and perseverance strong. On stormy seas unnumbered toils we bore, Safe with our mates, to gain our longed- for shore : A few, the gods, it seems, have failed to guide, fAh mates unblessedlb this quest was not for thee. Now to the close of our last term we've come, Fifty, the studies, our last years sur- vived, And overcame the perils of Our World. Our battle has been one of twelve long years, A bloodless battle, fot by some, with tears, With others all the way Athene's gone, By them the highest honors have been won. At Freshmen, Zeus, himself, did seem to frown, And hurled his thunderbolts in anger down, Until our number Hve times five and twenty', To nine and ninety was reduced by him. The gods, to Sophomores, more kindly grown, From out our number took but twenty- one, As Juniors, we the smiles of Wisdom gained, And lost out of our midst but seventeen. The crowning glory of our whole career, To us, as Seniors came, our final year. Success, on us attended, from the first, We chose, and wisely, one to lead our class Whom Wisdom did but merely point the Way, And gladly did he follow, gladly learn. The others, who did safely guide us on, Were tried and trusty members of our class. Integrity, Proficiency, Fraternity, Have looked at us from folds of Green and Pearl, And seemed to call us, so we could not fail. The Olympian Council oft our souls dis- mayed, With symbols weirdly strange, and ominous, We learned the ones to fear, the ones to shun, By shocks, most rude, and sometimes terrifying. But now, to us, the circling years dis- close The day, predestined to reward our woes. Our twelve years' task is finished in the schools, We now commence upon another course, Where yet new labors our arrival wait. May we attended be in all our tasks, By Wisdom ever guarded on our way, Until our work complete, it may be said, A Bloodless Battle have they fought thru life.