A maiden fair,
A sweet voice rare;
Known to the school as "Sweet
A diamond in the rough, his aim is
Quiet and unassuming, but winsome
and bonnie, with- a maidenly
His charming manner will take him
through the world.
Joe, our Joe, with her laugh so
light and gay,
Endears herself to us by stronger
-links each day.
His smiling face as the great eye
of heaven smiles...
"How far that little candle throws
its beams! So shines a good deed
in a naughty world."
A hard earnest worker who believes
that "by your deeds ye shall be
Reads well, always ne:at,
His jokes are original, likewise his
Those graceful acts, those thousand
decencies that daily flow
From all her words and actions."
ROICE B. NELSON
An excellent student for he has a
constant inspiration, his...
To her school none has been more
"If to her share some female errors
Look on her face and you'll forget
A splendid athlete and a natural
Isn't she just too sweet? Ask Jack.
One of our swe'etest songbirds;
Osroe will tell you what els,e she is.
Why-a james is a mighty good
boy. lIe)s awful bashful but can
run like Sam Hill.
"Le,arning by study must be won,
'Twas ne'er entailed from son to
"It matters not how long we live
The best natured fellow in the
Senior class, always smiling.
"Nothing ill can dwell in such a
"Her voice was ever soft, gentle"
An excellent thing in woman."
"Here is a look, a winsome face
That m,akes simplicity a grace."
"Domestic happiness, thou only
bliss of Paradise that hast survived
the fall." Mr. Janson is her favorite
teacher. Maybe she's got "designs"
on him-I don't know.
"They dream in courtship but in
S\ l.f I...
"WHEN we look at ourselves in the light of thought, we
discover that our life is embosomed in beauty."
Experiences left behind us assume an even more
pleasing form than we had anticipated, and as the timle approaches
The Seniors now are going forth,
The race at last is run,
The struggle has been long and hard;
But we have fought and won.
We have grasped the sternest facts,
And dreamed our youthful dreams;
But away off in the distance
A Junior's Lament
Where? Oh, where, is that old class?
They're gone, they're gone, alas, alas!
Once m,ore they waken in my breast
The thoughts of school, of thoughts the best.
Once more I hear and see and trace
That happy bunch, also each face,
~ Three Years at High School
HOW the time flies! And yet as we look back upon those
three years of happy school life, filled to the brim with
so many pleasant experiences, and see the work we
have accomplished, the many dear friends we have made,...
To Martha, When She and Rass Quit
I saw them oft before
As they passed by the door,
Their merry tones resound
As they wander all around
Through the lane.
They say that in their prime
They were together all the time~
Put it down.