Hueytown High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Hueytown, AL)

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by them and therefore would be pure and uplifting. The world is not so good to us. We are offered everything and we are to judge for ourselves the right and helpful things, in order to take these and leave the things that might serve as a hinderance to us. fvCt us then go forward with these ideals implanted in our lives that we may master the problems of life, he willing to accept hardships but overcome them so that in the end we can approach it with unfaltering trust. May our work here he so well finished that we may— Like he who wraps the drapery Of his couch about him Lie down to pleasant dreams Classmates, let us take our motto as our guide, Through difficulties to the stars,” if we stick to this we are sure to succeed. It seems that the stars are in the far distance and we know that the road between us and the star we choose for our goal is filled with difficulties. Let us brace ourselves against the hardships and go on through at last reaching the height which we desire. Our school life has been a happy inspring life to each of us. Ever since our Freshman year we have realized we were seeing our happiest days, that the parting hour only too soon would sepaartc our paths for all time. We realize that the most important lessons are not in text books. As we step out of school life into life’s school we are conscious that the hardest lessons are yet to come. To our instructors one and all we say in farewell. We may forget much textbook lore but we shall never forget the tendencies for good that you have developed into our character during our high school days. Often in the time to come our minds will turn back to you and your faithful and patient dealings with us until we shall long to return to the shelter and rest of your council. To H. H. S. we say in parting that we hold in our hearts the greatest admiration for our alma mater that has given to us the foundations of our lives. To— OUR CLASS Here's that site always may he in the rij ht Here's tha ther standards may ever he white Here's that whatever our future may he Steady and fearless God-like may he Our Class. IVum.ixk Ray, 23. Page Iii hteen

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VALEDICTORY We who stand here tonight at the meeting between a happy past and an unknown future have reached, not the end. hut the commencement of our lives. What these lives areto be depends in a large measure upon the foundations we have been building for them in our high school years. The journey of life is a road of many windings and turnings. The road seems long, this road of life, but when we glance back over the miles traveled, how pitiably short it seems after all. Tonight we. as a class, reaching the first milestone of the road, pause to look back over the last four years with a strange blending of regret and satisfaction. Ever since we began our studies our eyes have been turned to this hour as the goal of our ambitions. We have worked for it. studied for it. planned for it. and dreamed of it as the realization of our hopes and desires. Now we stand at the gateway, half gladly and half sadly looking backward. I'or four years we have traveled hand in hand along a sheltered way plucking blossoms of learning as they grow close. And what is of even greater importance gathering fruits of purity, nobility, and truth that hereafter must be firmly engraved into every fibre of our hearts. We have been carefully guarded by kind, zealous instructors from every adverse wind of thought and every taint of evil to be met in a world of action just beyond us. It seems well for us who are about to step into the arena of the world's progress to consider something of what our parts in the great battle of life are or ought to be as citizens of the Great Republic and the greatest nation in all the world. Representing before its people the best school of all that covers the land from ocean to ocean. Now that we are ready to start our lives as citizens of our great America may we realize what is expected of us. It is on us. you and I, class mates, that the destiny of our nation depends. Shall we let it fall or continue to carry it on as our forefathers have done? Let us put forth every effort to uphold our standards of honor. Let us strive to so apply ourselves to the task which we choose as to be able to improve so that the generations to follow can claim a still greater honor than we as American citizens. Classmates, let us make the colors of our class and all they stand for but symbolize in its larger sense the principles of our nation and fire us with the zeal to make of ourselves such men and women as the I'nited States as well as lluey-town High School will lie glad to claim as their own. Sorrowfully we separate to go our different ways to live the lives to which we may he called, no longer as class, but individals. We must learn to stand alone for the world demands men and women who make true citizens themselves not dependent upon others. We have stood as class and have made a success of it. It will be harder when we go out alone, out from under the sheltering wing of our teachers who have watched over us during these years of learning. We have accepted what was offered as we knew that it had been first analyzed Ptuje .VtfSYM iVH

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CLASS POEM When evening shadows deepen And night begins to fall And the stars begin to twinkle In the heavens above us all. It is such a satisfaction to take a little rest When you've worked all day at something And done your very best. And while you arc there resting Vour thoughts begin to fly Back to your dear old school days Back to the days gone by It is such a sweet remembrance And you cannot help recall The days when you were Seniors Were the sweetest of them all. A queer sensation grasps you And your face begins to beam As nineteen happy faces Come gliding in your dream. Each face to you is sweeter Each voice you seem to hear As you did when we were Seniors When we sang our song of cheer. “Through difficulties to the stars” Was the motto of our class. Success is calling to you: “Keep digging at your task.” Though your work is often tiresome And you seem so very slow just work like you were a Senior Some twenty years ago. Where are those bright-eyed lassies And those lads so full of life? Out in this world of sorrow In this world of toil and strife? But no matter where they tarry And no matter where they roam They'll remember when we were Seniors And our school life hack at home. Mow you'd love to be a Senior Just for a few more days: You would lengthen every moment And gain your teacher’s praise. You’d not tire of all your studies. You’d have no sad regret. For the days when you're a Senior Are the days you can’t forget. Edith Smith. ’23. Page Nineteen