Written by Bertha Snyder
Our high school days are ended
Our life's school days begun ;
Mistakes, perhaps, we've mended,
And lessons all are done.
We've many things to regret
In our past few years,
But we've nothing to forget
In our high school careers.
The class that we've assembled
Which numbers only ten
Will always be remembered
By great things done by them.
And so on April twenty-fourth
In nineteen twenty-five
We seniors will march forth
From dear old Minford High.
Our motto true is "Play the Game"
With which we hope to try
To win ourselves a famous name
In coming by and by.
Our class flow'r is the sweet white rose
Which can be plainly seen;
'Tis matched as ev'rybody knows
By colors white and green.
Our class is, as I said before,
Made up of only ten ;
And now I'll tell a little more
About each one of them.
With Lucile Knore we'll head the list ;
A good cook too is she.
Her coaxing ways you can't resist
When you she bids to tea.
Lowell Oberley a musician
Will someday famous be.
Minnie Dixon a mathematician
Will be as famed as he.
Earl Giles,-so oratical,
An energetic scholar,
In researches historical
Oft wished the books were smaller.
There's Katherine Rase,-A gentle miss
Who has a younger brother
Who says, "A literary sis
Is certainly a bother."
Our Damon Downey's serious face
Is really just pretense
'Gainst dang'rous pathways in life's race
It serves as his defense.
Another one is Margaret Smith
A plucky lass is she,
To compliment her on her grit,
We gave this eulogy.
Now, Damon Snyder doth aspire,
To be a great athlete.
Paul Dawson's greatest heart's desire,
A superhuman feat.
Bertha Snyder, too a member,
I am sure you know,
By this poem you'll remember
So to the last I'll go.
Success now looks us in the face
For we have "Played the Game,"
In the future we dare not disgrace
Our worthy senior name.
So here's to good old Minford High,
And schoolmates left behind,
And our dear faculty of five
We'll often keep in mind.