Gadsden High School - Crucible Yearbook (Gadsden, AL)

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Hall of Fame Dr. Hershal IDinston Bass HILE the Crucible Staff did not succeed in securing a picture of Dr. Bass, it feels that the Hall of Fame must include him as a diagnostician of national and international fame of whom Gadsden is justly proud. Dk. Hershal Winston Bass, born at Ashville, Ala., June 25, 1881. Received primary education at Ashville, and later attended the University of Alabama and Alabama Polytechnic Institute at Auburn; from the latter institute he received degrees of B. S. and M. S. Graduated from Johns Hopkins 1906; graduate student at the University of Berlin and the University of Munich 19C6 and 1907. Pathologist at Brice’s Hospital and Instructor in Physiological Chemistry at the University of Alabama, 1908. Came to Gadsden, Ala. in 1910.

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CThe Legend of Tloccalula W IIU Claudia M. Fitzgerald, ’12 HERE the sun shines hot in summer And the winds blow cold in winter. In the land of changing seasons; In the land where Indian Summer Lingers o’er the fields and mountains, Fills the air with purple hazes. Fills the heart with tender longings For the summer now departing; By the Falls of Noccalula, By the rushing, foaming torrent, Here the red man built his wigwam. Here the lovely Noccalula. Daughter of the Chief Kewano, Lived and loved a noble warrior, Loved Ameego brave in spirit. Brown was she as leaves in Autumn When the Frost-king, moving southward From his wigwam in the iceland, From the snowbound streams and forests. Touches with his icy fingers Every tree and bush and flower. Black her hair was as the crow’s wing, Black and glistening as the otter. Lithe and supple as the ash-bow Slung behind her slender shoulders Wandered she among the pine trees. Gathering wreaths of fragrant jasmine, Twining it among her tresses, Saying in her fond devotion, “He, the mighty one, will like it.” When at eve the braves turned homeward From their hunting in the forest, They were laden till they staggered Underneath their load of venison. But Ameego, bravest hunter. Greatest warrior, tenderest lover, Cast his game, a noble red-deer, At the feet of Noccalula. And her heart in exultation Burned like living coals within her. And her eyes like stars at twilight Warmed his heart and fired his passion. Thus, by tender, silent wooing Did he win her wildwood spirit. Won her heart and soul forever.