The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1916-01-28
ACADEMY NOTES.

NHNANiSNS oy AbN
Senior class. The paper by Miss
lhurber, trio by Mrs. Porter,
Miss Perry and Arthea Mills
Lilies Golden Dreams, retold
story by Nancy Holt and piano
solo by Nettie Critchfeld were es-
pecially good and received hearty
applause from the studends.
Following is the programs:
Opening Song Sunshine in the
Soul Prayer 6. Nj. Romney.
Class of '16 Who they are? Pres.
Grady Gerard, Paper, A Seniors
Soliloquy, Zerita Thurber. Trio
"Lite's Golden Dreams. Retold
Story, Nancy Holt. Piano Solo,
Nettie Critchheld. Speech, Miss
ionary Experiences. Archie Hale.
Speech, Our School Opportunities
Saul Clark.
The Missionary Class give their
hop tonight, which is tree to all
those who have received nvitat.
ions to the parties at the Acad-
emy during the school year.
The Basket Ball Boysure sche.
duled to play Hey burn High next
Friday.
Paper by Zereta Thurber
Seniors Soliloquy'
Life is stretching away high above
us, great mist curtained plain.
Sometimes the curtains part and we
get fleeting glimpses of enchanted
gardens of love and happiness, where
we fancifully picture ourselves living
in state of the dreamy unrealitv.
While we gaze we forget that this is
the gardens and about them are bar
rem patches of weeds and dead brok-
en- branches which will tangle about
our feet, and bind us so that we can
not, by any known featfree ourselves.
It's only through the power of etern-
al laws, which we will have to keep
that we may be freed uncrippled.
Many perhaps will remain, while
they who free themselves will know
how to avoid future bondage, while
they plant and cultivate the fertile
plots granted them from the mist.
There are palaces on the plain
where one may learn the best way
into the unknown. This is one of
them. This little red building in it's
gale swept yard is one of those won
derful palaces. Our teachers are
guides pointing the better way which
leads beyond these gates. We
Seniors will be the first to leave. to
return no more after they close be-
hind us, each will go his own way
into the mist guided only by his own
knowledge. Our classmates will 90
far away and only their sympathy
wall be of any aid to us, for their
problems will be different from ours.
As class we have been one. from
the time four years ago when these
halls and class-rooms were crowded
with eager young faces, branded as
Freshmen. Some of our members
long ago left us for more thrilling
scenes, some have been taken awav
The Eight have stayed, and are loyal.
striving to gain power to penetrate
and gain from the future its richest
and best. Climbing slowly and pain
fully up to where some of the mists
have cleared away and we can more
clearly see our path for.
lis knowledge builds the shining
ladder up,
Whose golden rounds are lessons of
each day,
To heights where mists upon Life.
Plain are golden.
And It's easier to learn the better
way
To that far place long sought thro
nights of toll,
Thro years of dreaming, and thro
lifes long coil of cares
So when to that sweet dreamed of
land we come
Our paths perhaps will lead this
way of flowers,
Our garden then through our own
alchemy
Will be transformed into EIysian
bowers,
While through the clouds shall
float the sweet refrain
Of classmates songs revived and
sung again.