Decatur High School - Golden Memories Yearbook (Decatur, AL)

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UR Tune: That Tumble-Down Shack In Aflzlonev fSure Old Ireland Is Calling To Mel VERSE: There is spring in the air and the world seems so tai Yet my heart is as sad as can be, For no more I'll abide here in Old Riverside On the banks of the Old Tennessee. CHoRUs: Ch! I'm leaving behind this old spot so divine, For I,ve finished my high school career. I am saying, Adieu,', to old friends tried and true And my teachers and chums I hold dear. Now there come to my memory things dear to me, I can scarce keep a tear from my eye. All those things dear to me I am leaving, you see And you DEAR DECATUR HI. CHARLES H. MURPHY. Page Twenty-five gina f fs- : ,

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SENIORS NELLIE JANE WARRICK, Weezil -carefree, personality-Masks and Wigs '39, Basketball '37, '38, 39, F. H. A. '39. B. F. WEAR, JR., Beedie -friendly, bicycle-Commercial Club '39. DONALD WHIT- MIRE, Whit -pep, talking-Football '38, '39, Co- Captain '40, D Club '38, '39, Lambda Pi Sigma '37, '38, Circulation lVIanager, Golden Memories, '39, Mary's Little Lamb , Masks and Wigs '39, Key Club '39, Basketball '38, Softball '39, Boys' Hi-Y Club '39. MARJORIE WILDER, Margy''-Editor-in-Chief, beauty'-Honor Roll, '37-'39, Girls' Hi-Y '38, Vice- Presiclent, '39, Advertising Committee, Mary's Little Lamb , Editor, Golden Memories, '39, Salesmanship Honors '38, Masks and Wigs '39, Omega Sigma '39, THOIVIAS M. WILEY, JR., Seneca -gas models, Chevrolet-Key Club '37, '38, Vice-President, '39, Foot- ball '38, '39, President, Science Club '39. DORIS HELEN WOHL-study, specs- Mary's Little Lamb , Girls' Hi-Y '39, Honor Roll '37, 38, '39, Salesmanship Honors '38, '39, Beta Club '37, '38, Reporter, Omega Sigma '39, Program Chairman, Lit- erary Club ,'39. MAHLON H. YARBROUGH, Von -likeable, industrious-President, Science Club '39, Sergeant-at-Arms, Lambda Pi Sigma '37, '38, Soft- ball '38, '39, Football '39, Publicity Chairman, Avon Players '39, Key Club '39. EDITH YOUNG-song, blond-Vice-President, Home Room Club '37, Honor Roll '37, '38, '39, Vice-President, Library Club '38, 1 President '39. NO PICTURES WILLIAM RODNEY BARRON, Rod -Ford, jo- vialf!Boys' Hi-Y '38. JAMES ROBERT BELUE- new, amicable, tall. HENRY FORD BRAZELTON, Model T -athletics, quarterback-Basketball '37, '38, '39, Football '38, Softball '39, Captain '38, D Club '38, '39. THEO DE GRAFFENRIED, Ted -cap able, frank-Presiclent, Commercial Club '39. PAUL DEMENT-clrawl, thoughtful, curly, agreeable. PETE HENDERSON-punts, Cullman, sailboat- Football '37, '38, D Club '38, Boys' Hi-Y '39. DAVE TINGLE-happy, blond, sweater-Football '39, Key Club '39, Ensley 1Bi1-minghamj High School, E Club '37, '38. MARVIN WORLEY-fleet, quiet, steaclfast-Football '38, '39, Co-Captain '40, D Club '38, '39. DOROTHY MAYE JACOBS joins us for graduation. Page Twenty-four

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DUR THE CALL OF MOTHER NATURE Working in her quiet, mysterious way, Mother nature comes each day To change in color, pattern, and every way, The designs she gave us yesterday. Leaves of green she has made A slightly darker ot lighter shade. Poppies may have a slightly brighter hue Which is not visible to me or you. As I wander through the fields in fall, I often wish that she would call: Come hither, my son, come here to me, And I will tell it all to thee. How I make the changes each day, How I Came in a mysterious way To make poppies have a brighter hue, Whence comes the wind, the use of dew.' But although I have listened every fall, I have never, never heard her call, Come hither, my son, come here to me, And I will tell it all to thee.', Often on a cool autumn morn Many sounds are on the clear air borne. I listen closely and-harkl No, it's the call of a meadow lark. As I continue my search each clay, I always hope I'll hear her say, Come hither, my son, come here to me, And I will tell it all to thee. -Millard Lenz. DAWN Have you ever seen the dawn As it creeps across the sky, I-Iow the colors flash and mingle As the darkness scatters wide? just so an act of kindness, In this world of strife and sin, Seems to cheer the broken-hearted And to lighten the cares of men. -Mildred Swatzell. L y VD LEAVES IN AUTUMN Summer ends, The time for reaping has come. Cold winds sweep around every corner Chilling each leaf on every tree. They tremble, quiver, then collapse. Their beautiful color seems to disappear, Instead, dull, darkened ones creep out And gently take their abode On the fast-dying leaves That were once the pride of the tree. The dry air makes them crisp, They crumble. Falling from the tree, a gust of wind Hurling by, lifts them into the air To be carried to the far beyond. Thus the tree is left standing bare To endure the hardships of winter. -Dorothy Rose Swatzell. MY MOTHERS HANDS They're growing old, yes, day by clay, But they still work the same sweet way, Doing things for me and all the rest, Because she knows that it is best. Her hands have held me since I was born, They made the first clothes I've ever worn. They have petted and spanked me through years But I've always loved them even through tears. They show years of work and toil for me, Years that can never, never again be, Years of hard work and roads of strife, So that I, her child, might have life. Each finger is thinner than in days past. My! but her time is passing so fast, Yet each line on that sweet rough hand, Will be smooth as silk in that Better Land. And yet when I meet her far up above, She'll greet me with a hand like a silkened glove But I know that through it all Iill see That they were once rough and red, because of me -Kathleen Brazelton. Page Twenty-six 3