"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
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,...