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Valedictory Address
Delivered At W. H. S.
By GLADYS B. REID We who stand tonight between a happy past and an unknown future have reached not the end but the beginning of our lives. We stop now on the threshold of the future. A huge mountain seems to Loom before us where thousands like us are beginning to climb; it is hard to follow any one person as he climbs, for the paths of all are interwoven.
Look at that young boy. Several are discouraging him because they do not believe him to be prepared for the journey. They beg with him to gather provisions. But he completely ignores their pleadings, he knows what is best for his life and the glittering heights a. e beckoning him.
In a great burst of speed he starts up the mountain. He passes many who have been climbing for a long time. Th» y caution him to slow down, but with a laugh of pity for their stooped shoulders and labored steps, he hastens on. The heights seem to be almost within his grasp. When suddenly he slows down, he appears to be growing tired, the $ocks are sharp, the way is rugged, hunger and thirst weakens his body, there are no provisions. He plods on and on until finally he can go no further.
The passing throng does not allow him to remain uere. He must go onward or back. Slipping and stumbling he slides to the foot of the mountain.
For a few minutes he lies there motionless, unnoticed.
Then two friendly climbers pick him up. They bathe his wounds and give him water and food. Refreshed, he decides to begin the climb anew. Again he refuses to take provisions for he’s going to take a short cut—he’ll reach the heights in a fewfroiirs.
The short cut leads him on and on, hours pass, still he has nob reached the top. Fatigue is shortening his step. Suddenly a deep wave of regret sweeps over him as he realizes that he has only been going around in circles. With a wail of despair he smiles to his friends, pleading for help — but there is no help.
He.e is another young man.
Let’s watch him as he begins his climb. H6 seems to be somewhat older than the other youth. He is carrying a knapsack over his shoulder which is apparently filled with provisions for the long journey. Waving goodbye to his companions, the youth begins his climb—with agility and ease he goes higher and higher over that seem impassable to us beholding him, vnding foot holes in almost solid layers of stones.
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