Ypsilanti High School - Ypsi Dixit Yearbook (Ypsilanti, MI)

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Ulu T the Glitg Svurrvaa CHRISTINE ERWIN This is the course I ve been destined to take ND so 'tis a poem for this class of Naughty'Eight, The Historian and Prophet will tell of our class- The past and the future of each lad and lass. So what may be said of the present that might Interest my hearers, or unfold some light. Tell of the life in the dear Ypsi High, Or the wild, Wide world that now is so nigh, I fear our thots now may trifling be, But long ere the end of life comes, we inay see That as memory wanders back again Through years of mingled joy and paing Life's sombre days are touched anew With varying tints of golden hueg While lines of care from cheek and brow Are smoothed away-we scarce know howg Forgotten will be the worldls rough ways, While thinking over our old school days. My classmates dear, please come with me And wander through the wood to see If naught that nature's hand imparts May cheer our weary, fainting hearts. Rest Where the westeriug shadows lay Soft o'er the beautiful sunlighted way And list to the winds in the trees above Whispering softly their murniurings of love. Pls Pls ill The sun had its last rays about us shed And painted the west with its golden red, As we, all entranced, silently stood Gazing into the heart of the wood. We at last started on, with no aim in view. While the beauties of nature filled us anew. In the distance We heard a stream rippling gently Its little waves seemed to clap their hands gladly 'Twas to this spot that we were led, So our eyes might be by its glories fed.

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and in a most becoming manner we retaliated, not in- deed. with merely a dash of paint on the fence and tele- phone poles-we had a meet, a rush, a Hag that did not trail in the dust. for the red and white floated above the purple and white. Then came the memorable day on which the Junior Exhibition showed our marvelous skill. The pro- gramme was carried out, notwithstanding the fact that the envious Seniors, wishing to cripple us. kidnapped one of the participants, but animated with loyalty and pride for his class, he thru mud and clay. walked back to those who in their line array welcomed him in his bespattered garments. and with words of learned length he delivered his oration which amazed the listening peo- pleg and the wonder grew, that one small head could carry all he knew. The brilliant oratory and lively imaginations of the class, also the great musical ability iso well shown in the way we rendered the class songi were well brought out by the Junior Exhibition. Our Senior year-firm friendships have been formed and we have enjoyed our many privileges. r The sunny sitting-room was presided over by Miss Hardy. The laboratory, our work-room, was under the direction of Mr. Ross, whose patient and kind consider- ation won for him the highest regard and esteem of every member of the class. The place of consultation was in charge ot our much enduring principal who, notwith- standing the demands made upon him by both teachers and pupils, ever turned a sympathetic ear and proved a wise counselor. Our information bureau of each and every clime was presided over by Miss Roberts, whose early educa- tion was sadly neglected in one respect, for she knew not how to make an Eg but unfortunately for us, she had exceptional proiciency for making the letter Ill When tired with the pursuit of knowledge. we entered the amusement parlors presided over by the Misses Thomas and Brigham. For those who had to stay after school. Miss McFadden's room was always open. where a merry crew and gay abided. Miss Bowie with a pleasing smile always greeted us at the head of the stairs with Keep to the right, advice which We hope to fol- low. In our library Miss Newberry enjoyed the latest periodicals with a select few. Youh will notice our environments have been satis- factory and have enabled us to perform our duties dili- gently. By the untiring energy of the class a debating society was organized. An oratorical contest followed in which the Seniors were ably represented by one who believes that, rightly to be great, is not to stir without great argument. By the efficient training of Miss Hughes the class, with the aid of a few of the under classmen, was able to render the Chimes of Normandy. The football team ably led by the doughty cham- pions Dean, Kilian, and Sherzer, won many a hard- fought battle on the gridiron The boys, like the knights of old, offered the favors won, sweaters, to the girls, but the faculty plainly showed us that the days of chivalry were over. e Our dignified Mr. Flowers has acted as the eficient editor of the Chat. ably assisted by Evangeline and Jessie. 1 We have come to the end of the avenue-and are now called to say, Farewell, dear High School daysg sounds which make us linger. Yet- Farevvell.

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The now distant murmurings of the stream Qnickened our steps. as if 'roused from a dream. We hurried along, paused not even to think, Until we at last stood staunch on the brink That o'erhung river and mossy ravine. Such loveliness never before had we seen. As we stood watching the river flow, A peculiar sound came up from below, It was as a sound of far distant seas- An angells hand playing life's major keys. As we gazed about, only seeking a way To find the source of the mysterious play, We saw at a distance from where we stood A narrow path wendiug its way through the wood. Hastening over the rough, rugged ground Through the dark, dense way, very soo11 we found Ourselves at the side of the glistening river ' Which seemed only a stream until We were nearer. We listened again for the sound we had heard, When all of a sudden We caught the word, HO ho, I guess you've lost your way, What y' doin' 'round here this time o' day? We turned about and looked up to the left NVhere we saw an old liag looking sad and bereft. While her fingers in the Water did play, And we stood astounded when we heard her say: Do you know where you are? 'Tis the River of Life. You may have evil or good-just a matter of strife. Aha. don't you laugh, it's a life or death case- Follow mel Follow me! I'1l show you the chase To the wonderful golden city 'Successf It will cause you sorrow. pain, and distress, But he who is brave, it is you. I beseech, Come with me and the top round of Life's Ladder reach Is the city Success of which you tell Open to all who successfully will Reach the end of this River of Life, And withstand all the pain and tumult and strife? It is open to all who do not turn back, Nor courage, nor bravery, nor virtue lack. So saying she brought from her cave so dark, A rude, rough shack that she called her barque. Now, who will go, come all who are brave, And stand with me here near my cave. I'll go, I'll go, cried all in chorus As the hag drew the rude barque up before: us