West High School - Senior Occident Yearbook (Rochester, NY)

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Louis H. Miller Mr. Miller is a native of the City of Rochester. He attended public schools Number 16 and 14 and several German schools that once flourished here. From Number 14 he was promoted to the Free Academy, where he completed the classical course and was awarded a scholarship to the University of Rochester. While in the University Mr. Miller became a member of the Delta Upsilon Fraternity. After being graduated from college he engaged in journalism for several years, leaving this course to accept an appointment as teacher in the Rochester Free Academy, his Alma Mater. Since that time Mr. Miller has been in continuous service in the Free Academy and its successors in name—the Rochester High School, the West Side Annex and finally, the West High School. At the close of June, 1908, Mr. Milter can cele- brate the twenty-fifth anniversary of his connection with the High Schools of Rochester. During this quarter of a century he has shown a great amount of interest in all the student activities, endearing himself to the heart of every alumnus who has come in touch with him, and helping to raise for the school the high standard in all things that it now bears. What more fitting than that we, the class which started in high school under him, should show our appre- ciation of his great interest in all things pertaining to us, by this small tribute?

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DEDICATED TO LOUIS H. MILLER under whom we began our High School Life in the Fitzhugh Street Annex. Ever honest and true himself, he leads others to honesty and truth.

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Class Poem Past, present, future—trinity of time, You bring life, opportunity and death To man, and grant him with his earliest breath The power to make you sordid or sublime. Perspective lends unto our backward gaze A broader vision and a sight more true, And so today we give the past its due, And memory her grateful tribute pays. We see how as the weeks went rolling by Now slowly, and now swiftly in their flight, The light of knowledge rose upon our sight As Phoebus’ chariot mounts the eastern sky. We’ve learned some lessons not contained in books, And study has not quite engrossed the mind, Each one some recreation seemed to find, And each upon his course with pleasure looks. But now we leave our High School life behind: The pleasure, pain, and every friendship dear, Those ties that stronger grew from year to year; And boldly start our work in life to find. May each with cheerful heart and steadfast thought This object have: to find the true and right, And finding it to serve it with his might; Then may he view with joy what he has wrought. Let not our High School life forgotten be. But let our memory hold this truth we’ve learned: That what is best worth while is hardest earned; That only knowledge makes us truly free. One chapters closed; we leave these well-loved halls; We take the tiller in our grasp and steer Out on life’s stormy sea. Let us not fear, But ever lay our course where duty calls. H. E. B.