Yale High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Yale, MI)

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Salutatory By Ethel Martin Dear friends: We. th e class of nineteen and nine extend to you our heartiest greeting and wel- come you to our class exercises. We are pleased to see so many here to night who have taken so kindly an interest in what is to us a very important event. Happy, indeed, are we to greet you: you. who have done so much for us; you who have always been ready to make smooth the rough places in our paths; you, who have taKen so great an interest in the work which we are now leaving; and also you, dear schoolmates, who will almost too soon bid farewell to the many pleasant days of high school life. Some of our class have been associated since childhood, while others entered the class later re- ceiving such a warm welcome and friendly interest that it will be long remembered with gratitude. For some time we have been living in a miniature world of our own, forming the characters we are to retain through life, and preparing ourselves for the places we are to fill as men and women of today , striving for the best attainments; working lor the betterment of humanity and for the best interests of this bright and glorious land, for, — “Blessings do not fall in listless hands, by toil the soul must prove its steadfast purpose over all.” As the sturdy pioneer slowly but steadfastly made his way through the western wilderness, step by step, so we have reached the goal of our past hopes and ambitions; but, it is only now that we fully realize that we are far from the topmost round of the ladder of learning. e are as blocks of marble, which having been placed in the hands of talented sculptors, are form- ed into the great plan of the universe. Our actions and words today may not shine with the polish that a higher or a more liberal education would give; but. we ask you not to blame the sculptors who have so patiently labored with us, for time and time alone can reveal the possibilities which are conceived in the half formed blocks of marble. Aware of our deficiencies we stand on the thres- hold, behind us the door is closing to many happy days, in our hands are keys which will open strange and diverse doors of life, but we are left to our- selves which course to pursue. e realize that al- most all our future success depends upon this choice. But since we are about to leave the protec- tional influence which has counted for so much in our past welfare, we trust that the foundation of our lives is strong and firm enough upon which to build our future. We are not here tonight to display our knowl- edge. but to give what we hope will p rove an inter- esting exercise, and mark for ourselves and our

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Class Day Program Music, by Orchestra. Invocation - Salutatory - - “An Uncrowned Queen” Music, by Orcliestra. Class Poem “The Inheritance of an American” “The Real Lincoln” Piano Solo .... “Jane Addarns and Her Work” Class History Lewis Cass Music, by Orchestra. “Nature’s Voice” - Class Prophecy ... Valedictory - Music, by Orchestra. Benediction - Rev. R. 0. Lawrason Ethel M. Martin Sadie J. Houghton Olivfi E. Colieen Vernon A. Shaver Shirley L. Owens Miss May Hoskins Faye R. Welch Clara E. Cooper Norman H Ellar L. Mabel Phillips Grace Danielson Pearl Smith Rev. Ostrander

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friends a day, exceptionally happy, yet in some re- spects a sad one. Happy, that we have finished our school course; happy, to have reached the place for which we have so long yearned ; but sad ; sad be- cause it is the parting day of our school companion- ship; sad, because it completes the course wherein we have toiled with but few clouds to obscure the brightness and sunshine of life’s joyous morning. It is with an undefined feeling of regret, longing and sorrow, rising in our hearts as we bid farewell to the many golden school days, that we almost wish they were not yet finished. We hope that pleasant thoughts of this evening will come to you in after years as the poet express- ed it in the following thought, — The song I breath- ed into the air, fell to the earth I knew not where; but long, long afterwards, I found it again in the heart of a friend. Again we have come to the place where our path- ways diverge, when as teachers and pupils, we shall never be associated as in days gone by. Each one must now fill his place in the throng of humanity, striving for what is the highest and the best. But dear friends, let us not forget the happy days we have spent together, and let us always retain a warm interest in the welfare of one another al- though our ways be far apart. Again, dear friends, we say to all, — Welcome, thrice, Welcome.