by pointing out the rightful track that was many years ago before my wild oats i did sow for credit there i cannot look its long since blotted from the book the old man's head sank to his breast the tears trickled slowly down his withered cheeks the shadows grew deeper and thicker on the walls and they came closer and closer around him and hemmed him in suddenly he thought he heard a voice sweet as his mother's when she used to sing him to sleep with a lullaby saying we have carefully looked your credits o'er and although we vainly wish for more the one lost sheep brought to the fold will give you shelter from the cold how happy the thought to the old man that he had been instru mental in saving one soul ! how sweet the words that gave him hope and new life yet why this sudden change the room was lighted as if by magic the birds were singing outside the shadows no longer chased each other around the walls — no shadow could ever dwell in so bright a place the old man rubbed his eyes wondering at the strange feeling that had come over him he looked at the fire to see if the light came from there but already the last spark was dying out and and as it did he awoke but in a brighter world — lillian guihrie junior department west lindsay president second vice-president secretary carl watson adjusters irm'a browning fred jensen . burton driggs harold campbell class motto progress class colors silver and blue class poem no true aim is e'er too high we believe that by progressing we obtain that sought for blessing that to heav'n will bring us nigh so we'll take our course each year which by earnestly pursuing all our duties daily doing we'll complete without a fear every day means something done and our record here is showing how successfully we're growing till our graduation's won then we're only at the door life consists of this achieving this truth giving and receiving of a progress ever more