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

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Senior Class Officers

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NUNC Senior Class Officers President: A. Sheldon Thomas. Vice-President: Loretta E. Fein berg. Secretary: Harold VV. Barbour. Treasurer: W. Sheldon Howell. Class Day Officers Master of Ceremonies............................ Prophet......................................... Poet.............................................. Historian ...................................... A. Sheldon Thomas .....Walter Folmer .... Dorothy Disney ..Alice M. Paddock i Commencement Week Calendar Commencement .................................................. June 22 Class Day............ ..........................................june Class Picnic...............................................!!...June 26 Senior Day......................................................June 12 Chairmen of Committees Senior Day............................................Harold Kondolf Class Day....................................................Loretta Feinberg’ Class Picnic.................................................Kenneth Masters QUONDAM 12

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Class Poem Love, Honor, Duty, Alma Mater dear, Have held us here within thy halls four years. Tis four long years, but ah, how short they seem; For midst our joys and sorrows, yea our fears, The time thus spent seems but a fading dream. With eagerness and joy you’ve watched the light Of knowledge, as it dawned upon our sight. And now, dear Mother, gratefully we bring, For thou hast surely guided us aright. Our best to thee, a modest offering. Within our hearts no other holds such sway; For when despairing we would fain giv’n way And cast ourselves upon the treach’rous reef, Your standard bright shone like a beacon ray, Inspired hope and brought us sweet relief. As soldiers in the strife we have been strong, When failures ever round us seemed to throng. We've onward pushed to this victorious hour, E’en though thro pitfalls we were led along. And gained our goal through Perseverance's power. In these eventful years, that backward lie. The truth of this great thought we did descry— Progression’s not the beaten path to wend, But the new untrodden one to try And, in defeat, to none but success bend. Now joyfully, yet sadly, we depart Out in the world, each one to do his part. And, though our walks in life divergent be, Thy memory we ll hold within our hearts And oft in praise our voices raise to thee. New faces we have met, new friendships found That we shall cherish as the years roll round. And, when we chance to think of days gone by, Recalled shall be the sacred tie that bound Us to these friends, and this, Our Own West High. DOROTHY DISNEY. 4