No matter how many years pass there’s still some nostalgia when our school songs are remembered.
Yes, I can’t stop looking at Hilda Meek’s 1924 autograph book she when graduating from Sandusky High School. It’s on loan from Jennie Coy. Last week I spelled Rollen Brockinmire wrong. It is Brokelmier (thanks, Kathleen).
Our school songs bring back some happy or maybe a few sad memories, so here’s to a few reflective moments for all graduates of Sandusky – and while we’re at it, our own schools (Sung to the tune of That Old Gang of Mine): “Yes, we want to sing the praise, of the school for many days.
We have pondered over books galore
Trying hard to see the way
Through the problems of each day
That our minds with useful knowledge we may store.
Hip, hurrah, for old Sandusky;
Dear old school we love you so,
We will raise your banner high
As the days and weeks go by
For you are the best of all the schools we know.
We are learning things you see
That in other days shall be Useful when we find our places in the sun.
And on graduation day May we hear our teachers say
That they’re proud of us because our work well done.
A handwritten invitation written in verse form from the junior class at Sandusky High is included in the book. “On April Seventeenth Nineteen twenty four / At a reception we welcome you once more. Don’t disappoint us by not being there / At eight O’clock sharp Be in your chair.” (Auditorium)
One of the most interesting pages in yearbooks are the wills. A senior wills a certain trait or object to someone else in the school. Our curiosity about the story behind the gifts can’t be satisfied. Hilda willed several items: I do hereby will and bequeath my dear old civics book to P.J. hoping that he will have better success with it than I have. To Dorothy Hurt I will my vanity case, hoping she will find it very useful. To Miss Gilchrist my part as maid in the class play so that she may be able to wait on Mr. Johnson. To Mr. Griffith my loving disposition, to Mr. Logan my serious attitude toward life affairs.