The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1900-06-06

She spake of but some thing that EVERYONE
knows
High School days we'll find most precious
AS our lives go merrily on.
But We know the year is closing
And our work thus just begun.
Looking out into the future
AS we sail the solemn sea-
Battling with the angry pillows
Victory rests with you and me.
1t will come five are ready
Each prepared to make his stand, i
Always rowing and not drifting
Thus we pass miSfortune's sand
After a delightful song
Which seemed to carry us along.
We heard the voice of lad close by Ill
Who was so very, very tall
His head most reached the sky.
Though high his thoughts above the rest
He did not dwell up yonder.
But spake a word or two below
Without pause or blunder
You bright fairies there below
Round my feet seeyo grow.
How wish that you might know
How it is up yOnder
! sometimes out walking went
And my back was greatly bent.
For my hand to fairy lent.
We wandered here, we wandered there
We the streets did roam
We wandered there, we wandered here.
At last we wandered home.
We hada little monograph
You ought to hear her talk.
She put to sleep the sleepy ones
And all the rest did galk.
Iw,ss11 was little bird
Upin the sky I'D fly,
I'd go to Paris some nice day
And see the sights, oh my! s
I'd circle round the silvery moon
And perch on it horns so bright,
I'd come and sing dainty song
To a lad in the morning light.
There are two others in our group
Who very often sing.
They're told enough, that they're ole
enough
TO sing most anything.
And thus they sang as their voices rang
And this is what we heard.
We are pressing onward, upward
And not drifting as some do,
We have aimed our arrow keenly
Toward high ideal, have you?
Though not weary with our toll
Our pilgrimage was at its end
And yet there was a comrade left
To us these words he did commend.
There's nothing so sweet as the flowers,
There's nothing so joyful as mirth,
When springtime comes round with til
pleasures
All other things vanish from earth.
How sweet the dear flowers of the spring
time,
With bright faces they peep from the
leaves,
They chear our sad hearts with their fra
GRANGE
AS we cluster them foundly in wreathes.
Frank f. Yates followed with an
Grafton on abraham Lincoln" It
was a thoughtful biographical
sketch.
Miss Ethel Leighton prepared and
presented formidable looking legal
document which bequeated the pos
sessions of the graduates to the
High School successors and divers
other persons. It was entitled the
''Class Will"
Ewing McBeath, in behalf of the
Glass Of 1901. in. few choice sen
fences gave the 9FareWnll To tho
Glass.
The Valedictory was then given
oy Miss Iva D. Adams, and it like
The other compositions. was appro-
oriate.
Besides these exercises. of the
graduates there was a vocal solo
Star of the Desert" by Miss Mabel
Peterson, and a quartette Springs
Erecting" by Misses Peterson, Lien,
Anderson and Fenton, that were
thoroughly appreciated and roundly
In neat little address Prof. D.
3. Cameron presented the diplomas
% the class, and the Rev. John Glib
on pronounced the benediction.
The class is a strong one, and
tart out upon life's work thorough
Y equipped for the BATTLE That we
Will hear more of these young people
S the prediction Of THE TINES.