Hueytown High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Hueytown, AL)

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 r 57 e RETROSPECT 1925 Senior Class Poem When from this institution we depart. There will be a longing in our hearts. For the place where we once strived To win honor from the class of “’25.” Hueytown, old Hueytown Hi. We love you, yes. we love you. And this old familiar spot shall be Like a lighthouse to a sailor on a stormy sea. In years to come and go. The class of “’25” shall show The many things they were taught And the education they had sought. And with the education we possess. Must not weaken underneath the strain But prove to the world this one thing, That the class of “’25” was not in vain. Many of our friends shall fade away. But them all. we expect to meet some happy day And in that land so bright and fair Every senior is expected to he there. On the sea of life many hardships we shall meet But the class of “’25” shall never know defeat And may they all the right path take And some day meet at the golden gate. Oscar bcnsmorc, 2o Twntythret

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 Whe RETROSPECT 1925 J Class History In the fall of nineteen hundred and twenty-one eighty timid, shrinking boys and girls came trembling and tiptoeing up the High School steps, jumping at the slightest sound. What a trial the beginning was. We were confronted with things entirely different from what we had been accustomed. But we eagerly and earnestly toiled with the unfamiliar subjects and when the exams were called we were all excited to the highest pitch, wondering if we were going to pass. Somehow throughout it all we all survived. In nineteen hundred and twenty-two we returned to the H. H. S. as proud sophomores with a different feeling. We were happy knowing that we could no longer be termed rats.” We realized that we had a hard year's work before us. so we started the year right. We furnished several men for the football and baseball teams. During this term some of our members fell by the wayside, some fell into the clutches of matrimony. Death claimed one (Mavis Vines). At the end of the year only forty-seven passed from the Sophomore to the Junior Class. The following fall we returned to school to fill the places of the ones who had gone before us. It was in the Junior class that we took an active part in the affairs of our school. Of the eleven football players the Junior class furnished nine. We furnished four of the Societies' debaters, the presidents of the boy’s Society came from our class, and as members of the staff for the Annual we furnished the Assistant Editor, Sport Editor. Art Editor, Treasurer, and Assistant Business Manager. After the school term closed we anxiously awaited the arrival of the next school year when we could take our place as dignified Seniors. At the beginning of this, our last year, we came forty in number. Three fell by the wayside, one moved to another school and Adelaide Owens passed to the great beyond in the most promising time of her life, leaving thirty-five. From this number we furnished nine football players, one who successfully led them through the season, Captain Salters, and presidents for all the Literary Societies. Many things have we borne together and our hearts are filled with sorrow, for we know that our places in the great school of life and we shall never come again to old H. H. S. as in the happy days gone by. .Voir, Hear Classmates, let us be Faithful, loyal, firm anti true. Year by year, the ages through Cut it in Heaven ire meet.. Leonard Huey Twenty two

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RETROSPECT 1925 xrMi MFT Prophecy It was a beautiful day in the summer of 1930 and feeling just a wee bit reminiscent I decided to take a little walk over the mountains alone. After several hours of gathering flowers and watching the beauty of nature, I became quite weary and sat down on a large rock to rest. While sitting there, thinking, unconscious of my surroundings, I was suddenly startled by a feeling of another's presence. Looking up hurriedly, I beheld a wood nymph, a dream of fairy beauty. She hesitated a moment, then asked me why I was in such a pensive mood. I told her I was thinking of my high school days. Oh! how my heart longed to know of each of my classmates. No sooner had I finished than this fascinating little nymph waved her wand and an entrance like a door was made in a large old tree. Follow me and I will let you see and know the things you desire,” she said. I hesitated at first, but she assured me that no harm would befall me. We entered the door and the most wonderful sight I had ever beheld greeted my eyes; a real Garden of Eden. Sparkling, laughing brooks running between banks gay with bright colored flowers, trees of all varieties with birds of many colors singing in their branches, while every imaginary animal was lying about in dreamy silence. The nymph bade me sit by the sparkling brook on the green grass. Overcome by the heavy perfume of the flowers and the soft sweet music which she played on a golden harp, a dreamy feeling stole over me. I gazed into the crystal brook and was overjoyed at what I saw. There appeared a low vine-covered church and there walking down the aisle to matrimony was our own dear classmate, Ona Knight, as sweet and pretty as ever. You may rest assured that the happy bridegroom was the Wright man. Waiting at the altar to perform the ceremony was Maynard Huey and there was Ruth Mos’?y playing the wedding march. The next scene was of a large school house. I saw the principal enter and recognized him as Carden Johnston. Suddenly there appeared a beach in Florida. A great National Swimming Contest had just ended and Navie Parsons, the winner of the championship, was being congratulated by the dozens of pretty girls who had hoped to win this honor themselves. I always knew Navie would be a Champion.” The scene shifted to a little town out West in which there was great excitement. A train going to California had been wrecked and the good people were running here and there caring for the wounded. The engineer. Harold Ritch, was slightly injured and carried to a large hospital where to his pleasant surprise George Rutledge came to dress his wounds and a quiet little nurse entered who was none other than Mac Warnick. I next saw a pleasant, cczy home where Edith Perry and her husband were partaking of their evening meal. The satisfied expression on his face showed the quality of Edith's cooking. 7»i thtyfour