CLASS SONG
In gray cap and gown we are passing, Dear Alma Mater, horn thee;
Springtime and youth are calling, Out hearts answer fearlessly.
Friendships must be broken, Old ties severed with a sigh,
For the urge of youth within us Will not let the world pass by.
We are leaving you; sadly, dear Wilson, With thoughts of our happy days here,
For we'll miss all the friends,and teachers of the halls that have grown so dear.
We leave to the coming daises The wish for years like Ours gone by,
We pass; them the torch of your honor,And charge them to hold it high.
Chorus
We will remember; Class of Thirty, Friends and days at Wilson HI,
And our memories shall unite us long after this goodbye.
PEGGY ROSSELL, '30.
Hear this verse of the Class of Thirty,
And our years at ,Wilson High.,
Of lesson learned, of joy and trouble,
Work and play in days passed by.
As Rats we found life quite a muddle
While we ate of humble pie,
Studied, puzzled, got in trouble,
Watched with envy Seniors high.
Sophomores think they're quite important,
Joining all the clubs and teams.
Now we think they're very lowly,
Far away our "Soph" day seems.
It's a thrill to be a Junior,
Quite important then we are,
With a hand in organizations
And our Senior day not far.
Seniors now, we are the leaders,
And our busy days just fit.
With a touch of heartfelt sadness
In the thought of soon good-bye.
Here's to the teachers of Wilson High,
We'll forget them never;
To them we owe our high school joy-
Their spirit shall guide us ever.
The junior-Senior farewell treat,
Class rings, songs, and plays,
"Hall of Fame" and "Presidents"
Springtime. and cap and gown,
And. friends' separation,
Farewell, beloved Alma Mater,
Dear friends and teachers, all
Ever happy will be memories
Of our days at Wilson High.
FOREWARD
Because of the Historic interest of the Dutch people we, the Staff, find it appropriate as a theme for this, the Annual of 1930.
May the happy memories of your High School life be relived through these pages of Dutch-Land.
