The Echo . n ? That the road is nearly finished And though the ascent was weary, Hot the tired days—and long. It means to live on the hill top, With knowledge of valleys crossed. Knowing the mountain steepness And the fearful chance of a fall; Knowing and prizing the knowledge And the breadth of the view it has brought. And ah! the joy of the climbing. The pleasure outweighing the pain. For were all good pals on this journey, Marching shoulder to shoulder each day. Marching and laughing together At the fun of the every day. Working and planning together Oer the problems along the way. The hour
The Echo . n ? That the road is nearly finished And though the ascent was weary, Hot the tired days—and long. It means to live on the hill top, With knowledge of valleys crossed. Knowing the mountain steepness And the fearful chance of a fall; Knowing and prizing the knowledge And the breadth of the view it has brought. And ah! the joy of the climbing. The pleasure outweighing the pain. For were all good pals on this journey, Marching shoulder to shoulder each day. Marching and laughing together At the fun of the every day. Working and planning together Oer the problems along the way. The hours weve had together, The lives we have met and touched. Who can measure the depth of the impress In the light of the years to come? But we are not yet at the summit. The end is scarce in view. The last is perhaps the steepest. But who will dare to say That the glorious class of eighteen Will fail of the crowning day? C. H. Page Scventy-fo .™1 -?-. tSs=^g^8g>^=agl AS THCfHsHWW APPf^^ To /vi/SS §op«.. HM
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