Hueytown High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Hueytown, AL)

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SALUTATORY Grady Howard Classmates anil Friends: The eventful time has come to which many of us have looked forward for years, while it was lieyond the expectation of some to reach this point, and it will be well remembered long after our springy youthful stride has dwindled into slow, draggy creep; after these minds have ceased to be alert, and the only pleasure in life is the memory of the happy days that are past. To some it is but their first flight, not mid-point between childish fancy and life's ambition; to others it is their final destination. This institution stands for certain ideals and principles, and it is the aim of the teachers to weave these into our characters as we pass through the tour years course here. These ideals have been molded into our lives; soon we shall go forth to stamp them upon the world. We shall probably impress people with the same ideals that our school has given to us. To me those ideals have been nothing but good. As I look back over our past record. I count our four years spent in High School as well worth while—worth while to have known each other;—worth while to have made such a noble institution our home, and to have been under the care of such splendid teachers, who see things in life more precious than wealth. To show the rank of worldly possessions, permti me to insert here the beautiful poem of Byron: “BETTER THAN GOLD Better than grandeur, better than gold. 'Phan ranks or titles a thousand fold. Is a healthy body, a mind at ease. And simple pleasures that always please: A heart that can feel for another's woe. And share his joys with a genial glow. With sympathies large enough to enfold All men as brothers, is better than gold. Better than gold is a conscience clear. Though toiling for bread in a humble sphere. Doubly blessed with content and health. Untired by the lusts or cares of wealth. Lonely living and lofty thought Adorn and enohle a poor man’s cot: For mind and morals, in Nature’s plan. Are the genuine test of a gentleman. Better than gold is the sweet repose Of the sons of toil when their labors close; Better than gold is the poor man’s sleep And the balm that drops on his slumber deep Brings sleeping draughts on the downy bed Where luxury pillows his aching bead I lis simple opiate labor deems A shorter road to the land of dreams. Pare Twenty-lwo

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as an actress was first noticed when she appeared with the Black Friars at the l. of A. The curtain rises and the first act progresses, the heroine appears and 1 see someone in the audience jump to their feet and I recognize her as myself, for the actress is no English lady but my own class mate, Pauline. 1 press the next bead and I see a large school, the campus filled with boys and girls, and there on a rustic bench all by himself is an old man, his beard touching his knee, writing poetry, it is none other than Homer Parsons, the Longfellow” of our class, still a freshman at Auburn! This next one shows an entirely new picture; I see a somewhat fleshy girl struggling to get her head and arms through a red and white sweater. There, she has it on! Well. I declare if it isn't Beatrice with an Alabama sweater. She always had a tendency to wear football sweaters. The next picture that I am able to see is a very small town which I recognize as the city of Enslev and there in the doorway of a little brown bungalow is a tiny, black haired girl, once known as Flora Carter. I thought she was bov proof but it doesn’t look like it now with her keeping house. I touch the next and I see sand, all white and sparkling from the white rays of the sun. Yes, it is a desert, j erhaps one of my classmates has turned Shiek; but no. it is a lady that 1 see, a small bob-haired lady on horseback, laughing and talking to a big. fat man. I notice that both seem to Ik. very richly dressed and. oh! the lady is Marvinee. But what is she doing out there? Let me see. I remember now how she always said, she would ratehr be a rich man’s darling than a poor man’s slave, so I guess that is she and her rich husband making a tour on the desert. The next scene is that of a schoolhousc and standing at the steps arc two lady teachers whom I recognize as Leona (iwin and Myrtle Hallmon. 1 touch another bead and here 1 see Pearl Hawkins giving the Valedictory address at Woman’s College. And with this next bead 1 see Montevallo and there seated in his private office is the Dean, looking closer I recognize Roy Dyer, an old favorite of the class—Dean of Montevallo—imagine it. I suppose he got his start early when visiting there. By touching this next bead I find myself at Rickwood. today is the yearly football game between Auburn and Centre and there surrounded by young men in uniform I see Grady Howard. By his wonderful playing while in high school and college lie has won for himself the position of Coach at Auburn. While pressing the next bead a large ballroom appears, there arc beautifully dressed girls and handsome men in their staid black and white evening clothes all lined up against the wall, they are watching two figures in the center of the room who are dancing. The onlookers encore again and again. As 1 watch them I notice that they are doing the famous dance known as the Argentina Tango. Now they have finished and they become enveloped in the crowd, I wonder who they are. so handsome and graceful; let me see—there, I see written on the door these words: Mr. Wei by Smith, successor of the once famous Rodolph Valentino, performing the Argentina Tango with Miss Anne Louise Cunningha mas his beautiful partner. Now I come to my last bead, I touch it and I seem to be on the desert once more; directly before me is the much talked of Egyptian tomb, a large crowd is assembled there and in its midst I see Luther Knight and Knox Davis. two of a kind, and them two digging in King Tut’s tomb! Laura Johnson, ’23. Pageg Twenty-one

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hotter than gold is a thinking mind That, in the realm of books, can find A treasure surpassing Australia's ore, And live with the great and good of yore. The sage's lore, and the poet’s lay. The glories of empire past away, The world’s great dreams will then enfold. And yield a pleasure better than gold. I letter than gold is a peaceful home Where all the fireside choiristers come. The shrine of love, the Heaven of life. Hallowed by mother, or sister, or wife. However humble the home may be. Or tried with sorrow by Heaven's decree. The blessings that never were bought or sold And center there, are better than gold. Dear classmates, in bidding you a last adieu, let us carry with us the spirit of Huey town High School so that no matter where we go or what we do, we will continue to learn and fill our places in the world, honorably, loyally and truthfully, and permit me to wish that the most beautiful flowers may blossom in your pathway; that your lives may be lives of service; that life and death may be to you one grand sweet song. Grady Howard, 23. I'uitc I unity-three