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

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130 THE OCCIDENT 01U BB I. I gazed into the mystic em'rald pool Wherein the seer of old had gazed and found His fate, with invocations wierd, pro- found. His fortune, written on the waters cool. And, as I gazed, I thought, “My class in school— How will they fare, the broad, wide world around?” And, as I dreamed, reclining on the ground. An- apparition from the magic pool Arose—a spirit clothed in purest white— And with its hand it pointed toward the . sky And lo! from out the west a shooting star Shot upward, onward, and did mount on high. Reach Zenith, halt, and disappear afar. II. T gazed into the golden bowl of fate, The golden bowl with em’rald water brimming, And there the destinies, the future lim- ning, Showed forth unto my eager eyes the late Fulfillment of a late accomplished fate. A purple cloud, the em’rald water dim- ming, Parted, and o’er the placid surface skim- ming, Appeared a bird; then quickly flying straight Into the air, in eagle’s form, and bright, And in increasing spirals ever higher It winged its way, till it could not he seen. Then whence it vanished shone a ball of light; And then, in accents of a voice of fire. I heard these mystic words: “Nineteen- sixteen” f ? a r 1015

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 SriHratiou nno MISS WEAVER, who has bc- A lieved in us and helped us, who has trusted us in difficulty and rejoiced with us in success, and whose respect and friend- ship we hope to gain, we joyfully dedicate this, our hook.

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THE OCCIDENT 131 ::WE5T HIGH:; PRESENTS the CLASS « JAN.I3I6 FUTURE