Catherine Rotter,  “Class Poem”

Four golden years have glided by, (The time does seem so short), Since we began our life in High; We surely did have sport. Our high school days have been most gay, And what we've learned through them Will aid us in some future day In building strength and vim. But now that joyous time is past, The lessons and the fun; And it has come to this at last— The life that's just begun. Some will on to college go, Many will stay at home, A few some great ability show, And others doomed to roam. But where'er we go, whate'er we do, Our Class of Twenty-Nine We'll ever hold the thought so true Of this happy, happy time.