Riggle School District #4
Washington Twp
Souvenir
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Text version: Cover
Souvenir of our School
Study to Show thyself Approved
On Every thorn and every flower
Delightful wisdom grows
In every rill, in every brook
A Sweet instruction flows.
Text version: Page One
This Souvenir with Best Wishes
of Your Teacher is presented to You
Believing that in times future it will
Server As A Reminder of our School Associations.
"Memories Like the Ivy Clings To Olden Times and Ways and Things."
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Memories of School Days
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And scenes we left behind,
No, wheresoever be our lot.
We keep them still in mind,
In childhood's early morn
The old red schoolhouse on the hill,
The cot where we were born.
Our friends, by many ties held dear,
Fond Memory loves to dwell,
It cost a sigh, perhaps a tear,
To bid them all farewell,
But distance never can efface,
The lines of friendship dear,
Nor time's destructive hand erase,
Impressions strong and clear.
The woodland path we often trod,
Along our way to school.
The hook and line and fishing rod,
The brook and emerald pool,
The boys and girls with whom we playd,
Who answered to our call,
Are comrades still, live where they may,
We love them one and all.
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The Fashioner.
I found a bit of plastic clay.
And idly fashioned it one day.
And as my fingers pressed it still.
It moved and yielded to my will.
I came again when days had passed,
The bit of clay was hard at last,
The form I gave it still it bore,
But I could change that form no more.
I came again when years were gone -
It was a man I looked upon.
He still tat early impress wore.
And I could change him nevermore.
Text version: Page Four
Books, School, Education,
are the Scaffolding by means of which
God Builds up the Human Soul.
~~ Contributed by Alice and Wayne Daniels
Washington Twp
Souvenir
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Text version: Cover
Souvenir of our School
Study to Show thyself Approved
On Every thorn and every flower
Delightful wisdom grows
In every rill, in every brook
A Sweet instruction flows.
Text version: Page One
This Souvenir with Best Wishes
of Your Teacher is presented to You
Believing that in times future it will
Server As A Reminder of our School Associations.
"Memories Like the Ivy Clings To Olden Times and Ways and Things."
Text version: Page Two
Memories of School Days
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And scenes we left behind,
No, wheresoever be our lot.
We keep them still in mind,
In childhood's early morn
The old red schoolhouse on the hill,
The cot where we were born.
Our friends, by many ties held dear,
Fond Memory loves to dwell,
It cost a sigh, perhaps a tear,
To bid them all farewell,
But distance never can efface,
The lines of friendship dear,
Nor time's destructive hand erase,
Impressions strong and clear.
The woodland path we often trod,
Along our way to school.
The hook and line and fishing rod,
The brook and emerald pool,
The boys and girls with whom we playd,
Who answered to our call,
Are comrades still, live where they may,
We love them one and all.
Text version: Page Three
The Fashioner.
I found a bit of plastic clay.
And idly fashioned it one day.
And as my fingers pressed it still.
It moved and yielded to my will.
I came again when days had passed,
The bit of clay was hard at last,
The form I gave it still it bore,
But I could change that form no more.
I came again when years were gone -
It was a man I looked upon.
He still tat early impress wore.
And I could change him nevermore.
Text version: Page Four
Books, School, Education,
are the Scaffolding by means of which
God Builds up the Human Soul.
Souvenir of our School
Study to Show thyself Approved
On Every thorn and every flower
Delightful wisdom grows
In every rill, in every brook
A Sweet instruction flows.
Text version: Page One
This Souvenir with Best Wishes
of Your Teacher is presented to You
Believing that in times future it will
Server As A Reminder of our School Associations.
"Memories Like the Ivy Clings To Olden Times and Ways and Things."
Text version: Page Two
Memories of School Days
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And scenes we left behind,
No, wheresoever be our lot.
We keep them still in mind,
In childhood's early morn
The old red schoolhouse on the hill,
The cot where we were born.
Our friends, by many ties held dear,
Fond Memory loves to dwell,
It cost a sigh, perhaps a tear,
To bid them all farewell,
But distance never can efface,
The lines of friendship dear,
Nor time's destructive hand erase,
Impressions strong and clear.
The woodland path we often trod,
Along our way to school.
The hook and line and fishing rod,
The brook and emerald pool,
The boys and girls with whom we playd,
Who answered to our call,
Are comrades still, live where they may,
We love them one and all.
Text version: Page Three
The Fashioner.
I found a bit of plastic clay.
And idly fashioned it one day.
And as my fingers pressed it still.
It moved and yielded to my will.
I came again when days had passed,
The bit of clay was hard at last,
The form I gave it still it bore,
But I could change that form no more.
I came again when years were gone -
It was a man I looked upon.
He still tat early impress wore.
And I could change him nevermore.
Text version: Page Four
Books, School, Education,
are the Scaffolding by means of which
God Builds up the Human Soul.
~~ Contributed by Alice and Wayne Daniels