Marietta daily leader. (Marietta, Ohio) 1895-1906, 1900-06-08

intellect, senslblllties and win are con-
sldered under the modern title of
Psychology, and the virtues of pru-
dence,. justice, fortitude and order
gain an additional halo under the
euphonious name of Ethics.
Truly, there is no time like the pres
ent.
As the perfect realization of the
present educational theories and mod
ern expedents and methods, the teach
ers may view with complacency and
pride the present graduating class, the
class of 1900.
The past, among its archives, holds
no record of any such class, and there
is no probability that there will ever
be another just like it. For grace and
beauty, innate goodness and
natural briliancy they are with
out parallel Their joys for the
past year have been few, their sorrows
many. For many weeks their nights
have been filled with examining, and
their days with labor and tests.
Tests to the right of them
Tests to the left of them,
Tests ahead of them,
Volleyed and thundered!
How they were made to tell
All that they knew so well!
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do or die!!
And they all got through!
But how few were one hundred!
And now for few words of farewell
to the old building and grounds. For
weeks they have been the scene of
fierce struggles between straining
steeds and laboring men, till the old
historic spot has become a blot on the
fair face of Nature and a sight for
gods and men.
Jove, from high Olympus, would
wonder whether some of his thunder
bolts had broken loose, or whether
Aeolus, with his attendant winds, were
scheming for the destruction of this
particular end of the world. Mortals
of modern times viewing the landscape
DER, might naturally be led to con-
clude that cyclone had struck the
place. an earthquake sunk it in a hole,
or some fearful lateral pressure had
caused a general upheaval and subse-
quent collapse.
But out of chaos comes order Up
on the errors and experiences of the
past and the 1abors of the present,
arise the perfect creations OF the flu
ture. When these troublous times are
over, when this whirlwind of destruc-
tion shall have ceased, when the last
tree shall have been torn from its firm
foundation and the last load of sand
sold for soc a load, there will arise on
this desolate hillside stately struc-
uure, which, like the new heaven and
earth portrayed by Milton, will be a
fitting dwelling place for the just and
meek, and the Superintendent will no
longer have his range OF vision re-
stricted to barn doors and the traffic
of the alley.
We meet for the last time tonight
in the High School of the present. If
identity consists in actual sameness of
the spirit, then the new building of the
future will be to us only foster
mother, and not our true Alma Mater.
To old friends the human heart is true
and loyal, and to this old building
SCARED like war-worn veteran, We
offer the homage of tender and regret
full memories.
When we forget thee, our true Alma
Mater friend of our earlier years;
when memory from her deepest re-
cesses no longer recalls thy walks and
trees, the steps and gas-pipo railing,
the artistic chromos on the wall, the
commodious recitation rooms and
scientifically equipped laboratories,
the outer stairway and the views over
the alley fence-when all these things
cease from memorys treasures, may
We all sink, indeed, into well merited
obscurity and oblivion, and be forgot
ten. even as we forget.