Wyanet High School - Wyhian Yearbook (Wyanet, IL)

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-is-psig-.g1gg1uzTuf:: 311:11 :Z 2: mini-atf3o1n1 lg-if-An 1 9211 'Hnlamr in VALEDICTORY. 'Melvin J. Peterson. iWe vvsho stand here tonight as graduates of the 'High 1School on the oc- casion iinown as our Commencement, realize that tonight does truly mark azcomimencement-the commencement of another stage in our climlb urp- ward toward lSiufocess. Four years we have passed as students in the Wy- anetnH1igh School. They have seemed long years, but now, as we look ba-clk, we realize that they were short-too short-and our hapfpiness is tinged with regret that they are gone forever. lVVle have taken for our motto: The elevator to success is not running: take the stairs. We have acted upon this princirple that the achieving of success is neither easy nor swift.. 'We have 'been talking the slower and more difficult Way. Step 'by stelp we have unounted 'undaunted by the dis- courasgements on our way. We have reached the Hirst landing. From here we can see at the toepi of a long and steeqp flight a door on which is en- graved in letters of gold the word, Su-ccess! Though swe ha-ve taken our leave of old Wyanet High School tonight, we shall not forget our school-mates nor the happy days we enjoyed together. It is with regret that we leave you. But we cannot stay: we must push ever onward and upward. 'Classmates, this is our last meeting ere we pass into the ranks of the Alumni. Each of us will meet his own pprdblems, lbfut let us meet them with steadfast courage and determination. lF'rlends, and fellow students, the Class of Nineteen Twenty Fbids you Farewell. K

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-cific Qzvaxizzf, uiuining : all--lp-u:i.g1.g.-ggiyippigff-5 Wg-it-An 19211 Hnlunu' in needed there. So Lelia decided to leave the U. S. I had begun to be- lieve the things I was reading. . Two more petals opened Russell Weaver, poet laureate, London, I read on one. Melvin J. Peterson, Cartoonist, London Times was written on the other. So our ball player, limerick writer and class poet has achieved real fame in poetry! I exclaimed. As for Melvin, our Valedlctorian of '20- well, I'm not surprised, for he surely did some excellent pen-work while I knew him in Wyanet. This is surely interesting. I can hardly wait to learn the fate of the others. Vera Peterson the first lady from Alabama in the House of 'Repre- sentatives, Washington, said the next leaf. Ernest McEntee, dancing master It cannot be! I thought, but closer scrutiny showed I had read correctly and it further said, Boston School of Artistic Dancing, Boston. This must be a mistake. I thought, I can't imagine our reserved and sober Ernest engaged in such a frlvolity. But here the writing became so indlstinct that I was unable to make out the rest. This has been interesting anyway, I thought as I turned to leave the garden. I hope they are all well and happy. Just then I heard a bell and I awoke. The bell I had heard was the school hell so there was no time to dream further. I must hie away to History, Reviews, English, Geometry, and the Wy-Hi-An.

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