The Carbon County chronicle. [volume] (Red Lodge, Mont.) 1924-1924, 1924-04-11
COMMENCEMENT
BY E. P. CoNwELL

Nature smiles at us in flowers ana
when the two fairest flowers in all
the garden reach natures true per-
lection. They are the Rose and the
Sweet Girl Graduate. The splendid
work that Superintendent Hussong
and his corps of able assistants have
done and are doing will be evident at
that time. Indeed, it is evident now
and has been evident from the envi-
able records being made by the grad
yates Of other years. Well may we
be proud of our High School, its
teachers and the outstanding high
minded young men and women who
make up its student body.
Many years have passed since some
of us stood where the brook and
river meet" or stepped from the
door of the school room into the
Great University of Life and the pre-
parations now being made by many
of the young men and women of this
city for graduation for Commence
ment day--awaken in our minds the
tender recollections that cling about
our own days in school as. ivy clings
to ruined places.
So, why should not all of US wish
them well if only in Difference to the
sacred memory our own school days,
for how hallowed and sun-glinted that
old school life now seems. Many a
grave has been opened and closed, the
roots of many a green briar are no.
embedded in the ashes of heart that
was then alive with fire---the fierce
passion of life. The sun is still shin
ing, Gods many hued Autograph of
promise is still seen in the sky and
hearts have fire shut within them, but
we wonder If the sun is as bright, if
the rainbow is as purple, and if
hearts are as full Of joy and hope and
goodness as they were then.
But Commencement time; that
night of colors and presents and con-
gratulations. That night of music
and oratory. That night of all nights
that alone compensates the student
for years Of honest, earnest, effort. II
is a milestone along Life's pathway
and marks and epoch in the life Of
every student who reaches that covet-
ed goal Of intellectual development
and yet there is much that is pathe-
tic about it for it too often proves tC
be an exit from school life, the sever.
ing Of friendships tenderest ties, tht
door that leads from the fancies anC
foibIes of youth to the strength ant
stern realities of age.
Of course, there are those who scot
at the idea of graduation, but here
) to you Senior Glass Boy: Don't falte
/ Sweet Girl Graduate. It is the opel
T season for cynics who flatter thei
! own vanity by making game Of you
/ but on Commencement night they vii
swallow hard and look the other wa
I when they think of how much world
n ly wisdom they would exchange to b
. standing there with you where tn
q brook and river meet.
Let us picture the scene. She is 0
:, the platform reading her essay. Sh
: looks as if she had just stepped OF
e Of a flower bed. On her lips hav
IS robbed the roses. She is a health.
e glowing American girl of the type "
l. love and honor.
n, Her essay or Grafton? Somethin
nj that tells Of throbbling hope, mob
e ambition and rosy skies. Hard knocl
c. are few in this chrysalis period. WI
r. shouldn't this graduating girl belie'
n, for short time in perpetual sd
&c shine.
~ The orchestra plays sweet mus
IN for her now. Her pulse quickens al
y she is happy, 1t is well. Why shou
n, she know that farther down the pa
there are no flowers, the music is di
ur cordant and clouds often shut out t
ia sun?
ip Let her have a good time, ii
err Graduating Girl, and may this 10
ks year of her school life be ma
SIS brighter. Let her be proud of h
he triumphs and glory in her attai
ments. There can never be too mu
happiness in this world There is
10 ways too much sorrow.
ID Down in the front row are /
of father and mother, man and WON
nd who have toiled and suffered a
las bourn much. If you look closely y
in shall see that the old couple ha
lch just one object in life-the girl.
ass is theirs now but she is slipping
is way from them as the years go
: and often mother weeps silently
912 cause of sorrow that is too d.
BIG for words. She is proud Of her 6
120 hut there il an ache in her heart