Bedford High School - Peaks Yearbook (Bedford, VA)

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Dedication To Miss Ida Patterson... We, the Senior Class of ’41, dedicate this volume of the Peaks. We do so as a token of appreciation to one who has always supported us in all of our endeavors, who has had unfailing faith in us and all our actions, and who has, indeed, been a friend to us all.

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Joreword Co the Students High school life is composed of work and recreation, of pathos and joy, of failure and success, of all that makes character richer and broader. In these pages we have tried to put into words and pictures some of the many things that contribute to a year of life in Bedford High School. The glance of the casual observer will not always find the real meaning, the personal feeling in the hearts of those who have proved a purpose for this annual. But without this purpose there is no value to such an undertaking, and it might well have been left undone. With happy memories and grateful hearts to all who have made this annual possible, we proudly present this volume of the PEaks. Ris eo . ee es gece encase: i Ss : SERS ES 4 ee Cee eee ee eRe

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Another Summit Reached How quickly now has come the time For us to say farewell; But higher yet, we have to climb, As days to come will tell. Were seeing now that which is past: We see it better so; How simple now they seem at last— Those trials of long ago. Our spring has almost passed away, And summer 1s in sight; Waste not one single summer day, For autumn heralds night. An hour of perfect joy quite A friend of mine possessed; He viewed the waves all foaming white And Dawn in cobwebs dressed. Another friend his joy did find In being near to God; Another still did like to dine, And one did turn the sod. And yet there was the friend of mine, Whose joy it was to spend Another’s perfect joy divine— His country to defend. What eer the place life holds for us, What eer the part we play, We must not let our talents rust For work drives cares away. Our watchword 1s to eer create To fight that which destroys; And battle eer ’gainst strife and hate Which are but Trouble’s toys. A family now we've grown to be, We have become a clan, A group grown up in liberty, In this, our native land. Let not those failures now gone by Nor all tomorrow’s trials Discourage eer or bring a sigh Or blot out eer our smiles. By CuHar es WILLIAM JENNINGS