Hueytown High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Hueytown, AL)

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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

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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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PROPHECY The shades of twilight were deepening and the forest was bathed in that purple mist which conies with summer sunset, I was almost home and being rather tired from my long ramble through the woods I decided to rest for a few minutes, to sit real still and listen to tlu whippoor-will. While thus absorbed in the beauty of nature I was startled at hearing someone speak to me. Quickly turning to my surprise, I saw a lovely C.ipsy girl standing directly behind me. I was rather startled at first but after seeing that she was harmless I allowed my romantic nature and imagination to take possession of me and began o shower her with questions. After talking to her for several minutes 1 was struck by an idea, which seemed to me a very brilliant one. I thought perhaps she would be able to relieve of much an.vety if she could in any way help me with the prophecy of this class. 1 asked tier if she was good at telling fortunes and she seemed to be very interested and eager to help me. After explaining to her how it ever happened that I was made Class Prophetess with the whole class aware of my inability to do globe gazing. She said that since she was not acquainted with any of you the best she could do would be to give me these beads which were given to her by an old member of the tribe. It was said that these beads would enable one to see through the vista of years and determine the destiny of others. So tonight I have here nincten beads. May I see some beautiful future for each of you. I will begin with this lovely purple one; as I press it gently between my fingers everything seems to grow misty before my eyes and I see a bevey of college girls playing basketball and there in the midst I see Myrtle Skates, a former star at H. II. S., now coaching at Montevallo. This picture leaves and I see here a lovely forest all brown and green and there seated at her easel is a beautiful white haired girl, whom I recognize as Kathleen dressed in a smock of palest green which seems to make her a part of this forest. She is painting a tiny little brook which circles down through the hollow like silver magic, dancing and singing in the sunlight. While I trace this little path of light the surroundings seem to grow darker until this one leaves me. By pressing this next one I see a large stage, a spotlight is moving across it as if in search of some one. now it has stopped and onto this stage which is black as night, with one great bound as though she leaps through infinite space from a falling star into the small safe circle of the spotlight comes Edith Lucille. straight on the tips of her silver toes, with laughter for a dark world in both her outstretched hands, floating and drifting, lovely and light as floating thistle—down like a butterfly gone mad. like a flying leaf and dancing star until 1 can no longer see her. By touching this one I see a large tent over which floats a pennant with these words; “Radcliff Chautaqua” and on a bulletin board placed to one side I see the program for the first afternoon: looking closer I can read these words: “J. A. Wilson, Well Known Leader of the Wilson Orchestra, Will Entertain With a very Interesting Program. Well. well. I am glad to know that Aubrey is still interested in things musical. With this next one 1 notice that it is the opening night of the new play at the New Amsterdam theater on lower Broadway, all is excitement for a noted English actress is to make her debut. The billboard announce sthat her career Pa tc Twenty