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CLASS POEM

Though past years seemed labled with trouble,

They have vanished and sorrow is gone,

We remember but the pleasure that they brought us,

Sad words have turned to gay song.

Acquaintances have been made in great numbers;

We have gained many a friend or two; .

We are now at the threshold of the future;

From now on ’twill be a life that is new.

So here we find the past, the days behind us;

Let the future bring what it may.

Our faces are turned eastward,

We see a light-it shows us the way.

It will not matter which road we travel,

Or over which course we prusue our goal;

We'll be true to our formal guidance,

In our hearts cherish traditions of old.

And each day as we travel onward,

Trying always some good to render;

Not that our name will ever be remembered,

But for sure progress we will not hinder.

And somewhere in this world of tomorrow,

Each one our goal will attain;

And lose not respect of others,

Merely to have fortune or fame.

May this be farewell, and not goodbye,

As we journey on our way;

May our by-ways cross again tomorrow,

As we meet again someday.

Emmett Walker

CLASS MOTTO CLASS COLORS

Superiority Excels Equality Sapphire Blue and Gold

CLASS FLOWER THEME:

Blue Carnation We’ll Never Walk Alone