William Chrisman High School - Gleam Yearbook (Independence, MO)

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I ll THE GLEAVI. ll of things ineffable, he does not ask for rest, but supplicates for a longer life in which to work and grow. In whatever realms one moves, he sees names ahead beckoning him forward. 'The enthusiasm of work is intensified by the he1'oes that have lifted history out of the valley of the Nile and the plains of Babylon and replanted it on the mountains and rivers of America. lt is stim- ulated by those artists that have transiigured mounds and massive temples into Parthenon and cathedral. The names of Angelo, Raphael, Beethoven, Fry and Nightingale admit of no repose to a living soul. For, what a man has been, a man can be, yea, moregwhat all men have been, one man can bc. The living, burning desire of the soul to be all comprehensive, keeps the world's brain in everlasting motion. Living and working were wedded in the Garden of Eden. They cannot be divorced. If one must work in order to live, then what is one's best equipment? Into whatever kind of world your lot may fall, if it is in any sense God's world, there are some things that should not fail to count in favor of their possessors. If the heart is welded to truth, justice, right and duty, these rich properties should be the means of high living and sweet enjoy- ments. Some things are necessary to manhood and Womanhood. Loyalty to God, loyalty to man, loyalty to self, receive their inspiration from on high. These are essentials. A human character built on less cannot stand, and will fall beneath the measure of its own true greatness. These are coins which have the stamp of heaven on them and will pass current in any world, just so it is God's world. The key-words to success are honesty, bravery, simplicity, truthfulness and patience. Let these be in you and abound, and the class of 1904 will have something which the world needs, and which it cannot afford to do without, and may it at last receive the crown that belong to faithful souls. GEO. S. BRYANT. p Quin In he Itraniiful in C9121 Agn. HERE a1'e two kinds of beauty, both beginning in youth. The first and I highest beauty is that of characterg when young, if one is kind and dutiful, that beauty will stay with him always, and if practiced it will bring the soft and beautiful expression, which will stay with one not only unto death. but be remembered ever afterward. The second, or lower beauty is the beauty of form, as in the first part of Sellas' lifeg though beautiful in form, she was selfish and did not have the expression that a noble character produces. If you wish to keep the beauty of youth in old age. you must do things for others. This is also illustrated in Sellas, character. She spent her youth in selfishness, but after the loss of her magic slippers and her mother, she spent one night in solemn prayer, after which she awakened to a new life of generosity and love. By doing things for others she kept her beauty in old age. BABY OWL. 3 . 1 4 1 r 1 4 4 5 .' i i v 1 t -L..w.v,. . .grass-.r fa 'Z --ra. lm...1., ll 2' 5 1 .

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,. 10 THE GLEAVI. Gllaaa nf IHH-fl. NOTHER milestone is passed, and the journey is hardly begun. A summit is reached, but it discovers peaks immensely higher and -W 4-H more ditlicult of attainment. However long the way may have I seemed, that which is ahead stretches out to infinity, and there is ' lll llilllillFl'la:. 3. a voice whicn does not heed our weariness, but says 'EGO on! Go - on P' Life means movement, and not only movement, but that in is g ' a forward and upward direction. Culmination is a sure predeces- ' sor of retrogressiong and retrogression is the beginning of death. Life moves from the organization of the cell to that of the body, from that of the body to the building-of thought, from thought to systems, and does not stop until it reposes at the feet of Him who made it and who crowns it. If one is living, he forms part of this grand life-procession, and not . 1 X ' N, Y l , GEORGE S. BRYANT. PRINCIPAL on HIGH SCHOOL. only does he know no rest, but the iiavor of living is so sweet, that he becomes jealous of each moment which does not bring a new revelation. When he sees men who have attained the hundredth degree of genius, who have been caught up into the seventh heaven of earth's glories and have reported glimpses

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' - Emrga ' ' friilfp V W . e I ,.,.i.l-- MONDAY, APRIL 6'rH.-This has been an eventful day for me. It has been the first for several weeks that I have not been proscribed in the his- tory class. Proscribed'7 is a word that can be understood in this connection onlv by the weak brethren and sisters of our English history class, and since that does not include many others than myself, I shall explain. First imagine the class going to the recitation room with that same resigned look that Chris- tians are said to have had when going to persecution. Then, imagine seated before them, a being whose brain is the never exhausted source of a fountain of history that pours forth its contents from the eyes and mouth, but never very long from the latter without being shaped into the form of a question. It is While this question is being moulded that a strange look of horror settles down on a great many faces in the class. It is then, for the first time since the open- ing of the recitation, that a familiar looking little green backed note book is noticed, as this historical being sits and chews its corner. But who will be the victim of that question? What! Yes, she has said, Minnie The inevi- table I don't known follows, as does also the VV-e l-l. - - Agnes from the front part of the room. Agnes is the Achilles of our class, but we are jealous- ly hoping that some day an arrow will strike the heel. Meanwhile the little green note book has been taken down and something written in it. I suspect if you should send a little elf up to examine this little book he would come back with a report that the book had a death smell and that the name f4Minnie was Written there with a good sized period twhose face was not blackj placed after it. Yes, THIS is prescription, for she has murdered, or at least stunted the growth of, a poor helpless little grade. Since our grades are such a large part of us I say that I have been proscribed. But what is that melodious sound I hear? Is it Beethoven's The Moonlight Sonata? Is it one of Chopin'sidreamy little airs? No, it is just the bell. MINNIE OWL. ef This afternoon I was thinking about my trip out 'West, and my thoughts went to the mountains-especially the one I climbed. I remember that I stood near the base of the mountain, and thought-how stupendous it was and felt how insignificant I was. But how changed was this feeling when I had reached the summit of the mountain. I looked down upon the great valley below, and because my position was elevated, and because I had, at one glance, a great stretch of scenery before me-I felt bigge1', now that I was not on a level with it, but so very much higher that it could scarcely see me. While I was in the reminiscent mood, other thoughts were suggested to nie. I pictured