West Side High School - Legenda Yearbook (Saginaw, MI)

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CLASS POEM-1900 •A A A I. The rosy tints of a new dawn Were spreading o’er the land. And high above the slumb’ring earth, The sun his daily course began. Yet far below in a valley’s depth, A child was wending its lonely way, Up, up the mountains steep To gain a view of the glorious Day. II. For to gain the top of the mountain’s height. Meant many a weary mile to tread. With one lone playmate by his side Whose name was Toil, and who shared his bed. But the goal of the youth was the glistening peak, That extended upward into day, So onward he pressed o’er the pathway steep, Ne’er stopping to rest or play. III. Yet many a battle he had to fight To win his way through the pitiless world. But the name that he bore, this youth so strong, Helped him to battle and conquer Wrong. Now he has reached the mountain ' s height And spread a banner to the air, Lo ! on its field of red and white, 1900’s name is there ! IV. Years are passing swiftly onward, Each one has this path to climb; Some are struggling bravely upward, Some are borne aloft by Fame. Yet, r as Time speeds ever forward We and Toil go hand in hand, Until at last our God rewards us, And we view the Glorious Land ! Frances B. Traber.

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odor became so strong, that this wonderful cure was for¬ bidden to be brought into the building. The happiness of this year was much saddened by the loss of our beloved principal, but a new “Royal Way” was shown us which made our prospects seem brighter. Only twenty-seven answered to roll call as Seniors. Still those present were in a very healthy condition. The sum¬ mer months spent in the country, on mountains, or in tree- tops had done us good. Rosy-cheeked, tall and handsome were we, with a weight of three thousand five hundred eigbtv-two pounds, and a height of a hundred forty-seven and two-thirds feet. Time went on, soon the snow began to fall, and with it came the ardent desire for a sleighride, not around the city but out in the country, out to Hackett’s farm. Wishes were granted, and on the eventful night of March the fifth, the Class of 1900, went in a covered sleigh in the direction of Hackett’s farm. We finally reached the farm after ploughing through snowdrifts but could not return until the next morn¬ ing at nine thirty—one hour late for school. Ir was not long after this that the “Naughties” had their picture taken for the expressed benefit of those active Juniors. Rut it was not until after many efforts of Charles and his persuasive tongue that our honorary member, Miss Johnston, consented to have her likeness appear with ours in the Legenda —yet she says she likes the Class, even if they are naughty. The Class held a meeting not long after this and adopted as their motto: Possunt, quia posse videntur, “They can, be¬ cause they think they can,” which is very fitting and one which other classes would do well to heed. Helen Clark.

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PROPHECY OF THE CLASS OF 1900 Once more, O Muse of Song, just this once more, (Poor Muse, thy patience must be sorely tried;) I come to seek thy favor, and im¬ plore That thou wilt labor with me, side by side. Thou wast prophetic in the days of old, And told the fate of empires, told with truth; Change now thy theme; talk not of conquests bold; Play traveling Gipsy for these happy youth. Breathe thou thy spell upon me; let me see; Working life’s mathematics well or ill. With none to help, with all to disagree, These school companions, friends in memory still. Now thirty years have passed, and Time hath brought His flowing cup to all, and each hath quaffed His till of change; and active years have taught Life’s slow-learned lessons, Ah! forgot so oft. And first our fair-haired belle appears to view, A soldier’s wife in far-off Cavite; Her heart was his from girlhood, firm and true, Though to abSoRB ER many tried, they say. Our scholar, Jennie, treads the shores of Greece, Or wanders o’er the old Au- sonian land; Bringing to light old cities, piece by piece, And writing books thereon with master hand; And long the world has loved to read her words About the habits of the early Kurds. Miss Duffy teaches school in Podunk yet; Time has not changed her lovely hair and eyes; She’s taking music lessons from Jeannette, Who’s now a great musician learned and wise. And Lida in astronomy is wise; She teaches it in Vassar College now; She knows each star and planet in the skies, And where the Pleiad went, and why, and how. Helen, the doctor, next we see appear, Dealing out pellets with ex¬ perienced hand; Dispensing gladly liyposcentifeer. And speaking without thought of armercrand; She makes a specialty of pul- mones. And capita both great and small can treat; She ' s sought for fifty miles for heart disease, And in an amputation can’t be beat. Next her, as ever, William takes his stand. And brave, though somewhat bashful, makes his bow. At first he was a farmer, tall and grand; He ' s teaching his beloved Ger¬ man now. Elsie, our youngest, leads a happy life; Years have but added to her gentle grace; Though now a sober farmer’s thrifty wife, She still retains her pretty baby face. Her sister Edna fills the class with pride By famous pleas, and famous fees beside. Day has pulled back the curtains, and the sun Rises reluctant from his golden bed; Our Janitor’s “Fine Morning,” has begun, When Raymond raises first his drowsy head. With dinner-pail in hand, and listless gait,