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

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So saying we again continued our course 'Mong the Waves which now had lost much of their forceg And while we sailed on with no cause for fear, Still, dreading those things that might be near, We wondered if we, as the Witch had said, Would linally win if we went ahead. Thus as we voyaged the River of Life, Were we ever face to face with strife. Monsters would place themselves in our path And scan our barque with eyes of wrath. Huge boulders would fall from overhead And clouds of mist o'er us would spread. Falls and rapids impeded our way - And dark, dismal caverns would lead us to say, Life is a weary, Weary way, . But one from which none wish to stray. At last after pain and care and toil We had reached the end of life's turmoil And stood, everyone, at the gates of Success, Waiting the privilege to possess - The joys that are encompassed Within, To lose sight of the ever dreaded sin. The hag stood before us with wand uplifted, And straightvvay she spoke with a voice that seemedigifted My friends, you are safe at the city of gold

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We clambered in as if we'd been told Of nothing except the city of gold, And, as the witch her magic wand waved, We were off on Life's River-to be lost or be saved. For El time we glided swiftly along The waters o'er which huge willows hung, Their brown feet bathed by the cooling stream And surrounded by ferns and mosses green. But soon this beautiful way became dim, As the clouds were seen between branch and limb. One way was dark except for a Hash Q Of lightning that frequently by us would dash Into the woods where the tree tops were swaying, As if they would fain from their trunks be straying. Our small barque was dashed from side to side Like a small pith ball on an ocean tide. Some became frightened and called out in terror, Turn back, back to our homes, where forever We may dream of the beautiful city Success, And with life have comfort in place of distress. Between dashing of waves and flashing of lightning. We heard the voice of the old witch with trembling: Remember my words, 'It will cause you distress, But with triumph and glory'you'1l at last reach Success

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And worthy of all that it may unfold. Dame Success has many a voyage made Down the River of Life, but ne'er will fade From her weary eyes the picture of one Where virtue and bravery were lacking in none. So saying she faded from our sight, As she threw open the gates and showed us the light Of the most beautiful city that e'er has been seen: lts towers of gold waving the red and the green. Approaching the gate was a numberless throng, From whose throats came the yell we had known so Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Naughty Eight! Naughty Eight! B long: Rah! Rah! Rahl' Rah! Y Naughty Eight! Naughty Eight! Rah! Rah! Rah! Rah! Naughty Eight! Naughty Eight! Rah! ! We gazed in bewilderment at the crowd That came toward us with such greetings loud, And there were members of every class That had gone before us from old Y. H. S. Some had not reached this city of gold For we missed some faces familiar of old, But with unbounding joy I wish to relate- Not one face was missing from the class of Naught Eight