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

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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

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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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1 i Glleuia Hrnphvrg I EVANGELINE LEWIS - N THE fourth month of the eighth year of the twen- tieth century, the Senior class of the Ypsilanti High School did elect unto themselves a prophetess. I have to thank the class for conferring upon me this honor. At first I could not understand why the choice fell upon me, but later discovered that the psychic influence which surrounds us led you, my classmates, to see in me the peculiar qualities which were possessed by the Egyptian soothsayers, the Phoenician alchemists, the Grecian oracles, and all the long and illustrious line of followers of the occult science. As becomes my calling, I have burned the midnight oil for many weeks, yea, months, and my researches have carried me back to the beginning of written historyg and my interest in this profound subject has led me in Wander- ings thru long and torturous subteranean passages and arch- ives, into the deepest caves, and even thru the Egyptian pyramids and the Catacombs of Rome. - Hence--my interest in the wonderful occult science and psychological research. Both of these peculiar phenom- ena, of the greatest human interest to-day, have vouchsafed to me the discovery of the mysterious Book of Paz? and the unearthing of the Phz'!osoplzer's Slonefl By these two miraculous discoveries and also the, gift of occult science and my psychological research, I have been directed to divide the class into two parts and to giveacorrect prophecy of each one. Years is the only test of the integrity of the prophecies I shall make. The Philosopher's Stone will reveal to me the future of part of the class. The hrst is Lillian Hertler. By touching the stone with my wand and pronouncing her name, I find that in the course of five years she will return from Germany, where she will have made a thoro study of the language of that country and, indeed, will be so proficient as to become an assistant of the noted Fraulein Brigham of our own High School. Listen! That is the latest 1920 model on the road, carrying our silent couples-Sarah and Caroline, James and Grover, now grown gay and giddy. We often wondered how long that reticent silence would last. The most successful book on Domestic Art and 95'