Bedford High School - Peaks Yearbook (Bedford, VA)

Page 10 text:

“Reveries Once more I scan the tip of yonder hill, And see beyond me in the distant haze A broken pathway, dim, secluded, still, Waiting, to lure me far from home, away. A haunting call compels; I have no choice; And though I long to linger here with you Amidst four years of memories and joys, I, too, must leave the old to seek the new. This night is fun. Perhaps the morn will bring Unwanted care, a cloud that blots the moon; For every man finds loss, and suffering; And we depart from childhood all too soon. I cannot stand before a crowd and say What years at B. H. S. have meant to me; Such things one holds as sacred, tucked away From prying eyes that know not how to see. Often there will be sights of trees and lawns, Of topaz mountains heralding twilight. Slowly Pl wake at early drowsing dawn With thoughts of lessons not prepared just right. Think twice before ye, tempted, slip; and heed That flowers, plucked, their glittering freshness wanes; As toilers, ware of riches hate their creed, And pleasures tasted leave remorse and pains. Last night a vision mingled with my dreams; I saw the tiny path behind me close. I'd found, at last, my destiny, it seems, A glimpse of home and peace before me rose. And as I watched companions steal away Like shadows, from the shades return to shades, I dreamed of Bedford High as ’twas today, And that, of all my happiest memories, stayed. Those years, I thought, were surely lost to me, But age will teach the wantonness of soul; And richest blessings of a lingering rhapsody Will cluster round me when I have grown old. By Eppre Laura KENNEDY.

Page 9 text:

BEDFORD HIGH SCHOOL

Page 11 text:

To Miss Virginia Boan, who has so unselfishly given of her time to guide and help us, who has con- stantly held before us her own high ideals of Chris- tian living, the Class of ’40 sincerely dedicates this book as an expression of its love and admiration. In so doing, we honor alike ourselves and our teacher.