Senior Class Poem
The Senior Class goes froth from school,
Ambition burning in every breath;
Should lay their plans by the Golden Rule,
Which is the only way to build success.
Our future seems so bright and clear,
Hopes may sometimes take a fall;
We may build our castles in the air,
Yet a little cloud may pass a pall.
Doubts are traitors, the curse of mankind,
Where shattered hopes and failures begin.
Harken to duty, go search and find
The joys of life we all may win.
An earthen house was made of clay,
A noble work of a wonderful hand;
The decree went forth, "Should we obey?"
The fullness of earth belonged to man.
Hope nor ambition has no prison cells,
Barred from a purpose a mission to fulfill;
He who created would not quell,
A thriving spirit of His own good will.
Lay the foundation good and strong,
Be very careful of the shifting sands;
For right is right and wrong is wrong,
The future is shaped with heart and hands.
The home of contentment if kept clean,
Is more desired than wealth or gold;
When conscience rests with joy serene,
There forever abides a blissful soul.
Scatter kindness broadcast like sowing seeds,
If you will ever perpetuate your name;
Monuments in memory of worthy deeds,
Find a resting place in Halls of fame.
We may not make "our lives sublime,"
Or reach the mountain's highest crest;
Nor leave "foot prints on the sands of time,"
Yet, everyone should do his best.
----H. Burke | Senior Song
Seniors in line; face that shine,
Eager to face the world.
Sweethearts were there, loyal and fair,
Leading the social whirl.
Juniors behind, also in line.
Waiting their chance to pass;
Then to the stage, early in age
Just for the V.A.H.S.
Chorus
Just for the old, old college,
Just for the old high school;
When we have gotten knowledge,
Taught by the Golden Rule.
Fighting our life long battles,
Where deadly evils hurl
Mid the battle strife,
We boys will choose a wife,
Who must be a Senior Girl.
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