Published by The Dalles High School Students, June edition, page 59-60 SENIOR DEPARTMENT SALUTATORY My pen went dry, my pencil broke And my ideas went up in smoke; My wits are scattered far and wide -- I can't collect them though I've tried. The reason? Well can't you guess? They elected me as calss poetess. R.M., '19 '19 PASSES The clarion gong has blithely rung The Seniors' last tattoo; No more in 2-0-1 will meet That small but valient crew. Arrayed on life's great battlefield, Resolved to do or die, With none to guard they stand revealed -- At last they're staid Alumni. To various fames they all aspire And wide their talents spread, And from the whole wide world desire Just this--to earn their bread. To earn their bread, and then, perchance, If kind to them is fate, To do a something, large or small, To link their names with great. But come what comes, or doesn't come To never be a shirk -- And look for better things to come And hope, and pray, and work -- This is their only creed in life, And now they're out at last Into the turmoil and the strife -- Their first of youth is past. With joy they grasp their books up tight, To work they troop away; No more will they study late at night No more they've time to play. The clarion gong has loudly rung The Seniors' last tattoo. No more in 2-0-1 will meet That small but brave youngcrew. R.M., '19 Submitted by Earline Wasser