The graduating class of ’65-’66 of the Anatolia American Hight School College in Thessaloniki, Greece

’65 - ’66 Pre-post scriptum: ’’California Dreamin’ ’’ in the middle chapter is not listened to for copyright reasons. The other two songs are listened to: 1. ’’I Will Never Find Another You’’ by ’’The Searchers’’ in the first chapter and ’’74-’75’’ by ’’The Connells’’ in this book’s third and last chapter. Anastasios Ramoglou Πλησιάζουν πάλι οι ημέρες, που αφήνουμε το τελευταίο χρόνο να περάσει σαν νοητή ταινία μπρός στα μάτια της θύμησης…… ……και εσύ αγαπητέ μου Μίλτο ( που σε φώναζα «σοφούλη») μας εκτόξευσες 56 χρόνια πίσω. Νά κλάψω, να γελάσω;;;;; Ας χαμογελάσω 😉 I am the one who made FAIDON berserk, who departed a few weeks ago and punched me in the face. I can’t figure out why? I am holding some papers, I guess nothing to do with his punching. Morning Cometh Anatolia College Hymn by Charles C. Tracy Morning cometh, morning cometh, Nightshades and terrors pale, Morning cometh, morning cometh, All hail! Sweet light, all hail! Swift comes the dawn with rosy ray, The gloomy shadows flee away, The gloomy shadows flee away. Let sadness with the night depart, Let joy and peace fill every heart: Come one, come all a cheerful throng! Greet Alma Mater with a song! Anatolia! Anatolia! Long be thy gladsome day. Anatolia forever! Anatolia for aye! Morning cometh, morning cometh, Arise! And greet the day. Morning cometh, morning cometh, Come join the joyful lay Swift comes to the dawn with a rosy ray. The gloomy shadows flee away, The gloomy shadows flee away, It is the day so long and bright; It is the dawn of love and light; Now joyful hope each bosom thrills And morning dances o’er the hills. Anatolia! Anatolia! Long be thy gladsome day. Anatolia forever! Anatolia for aye! Morning cometh, morning cometh The heavenly heralds say Morning cometh. Morning cometh, Up! Meet the King of the day! O Light divine, rejoice our eyes! O Sun of Righteousness, arise! O Sun of Righteousness, arise! Send with swift wing thy healing beam O’er hill and valley, plain and stream, Till ‘neath thy reign, from shore to shore, Woe, night, and sin shall be no more. Anatolia! Anatolia! Long be thy gladsome day. Anatolia forever!