Jefferson County High School - Jeffersonian Yearbook (Tarrant, AL)

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History of the Senior Class Now these are the years of the Senior class of ’22. In 1918, behold it came to pass that a bunch of frightened rats came to Jefferson High, which is in Boyles. And, behold, it was a very muddy place, yet a very nice one. But, verily, these rats were young and very green and their name was called Freshmen. But a great sorrow came upon them, for in that year their building was burned and there was weeping and gnashing of teeth. But after many days, even unto the next year, a new structure was prepared for them and they repaired thereunto and great was the rejoicing in the hearts of the Freshmen. Selah! But, behold, the days had passed and these became less verdant for wisdom had made her abode with them and lo! their name was no longer called Freshmen but Sophomores. These Sophomores studied much and great was the toil, but low were the grades thereof. Even mighty students of valor fell before Latin and many before Math, and there was continued weeping and gnashing of teeth. And. behold, it came to pass that all did not dwell in the school called Jefferson, for some feared the plague, Latin, and verily all was not peace in the land. A great struggle ensued when the Philistine giant in guise of Prince ('harming appeared and captured some of the fair damsels from the Land of Wisdom. In the Junior year, behold, even fewer of the first great number remained, but these were very powerful, for lo, they outnumbered their enemies, the Seniors. In the latter days a great famine came into the land and neither the Juniors nor the Seniors were able to elect a May queen, but this was left to their struggling underclassmen, the Freshmen. Now, these children of wisdom had been journeying for three years and were about to enter the Promised Land. Of these Seniors some were wise and some were foolish. And upon the foolish a terrible plague, Chemistry, was sent, the greatest plague of all. And the foolish Seniors were willing to give up everything to be delivered of such a plague. So they gave up sleep, eats, picture shows, and all good times. They fasted and wept with the voice of one crying in the wilderness, but no man hearkened unto their cry; and this dreadful plague remained with them until they reached the Promised Land. Verily, I say unto you, divers and sundry Seniors were exposed to many great diseases, namely, Latin, Physics, Chemistry, French and Math., but they took them not. And mighty men of valor, called Juniors, were their friends and led them in green pastures beside the clear waters and spread a table before them and the Seniors beheld with great joy and clave unto the Juniors from that time forth—even forevermore. Selah! Lo! the Seniors were called to assemble in the land of the righteous and there to receive a diploma. And the night thereof was June 3, 1922. And verily they appeared and it was so and they entered into the Promised Land with great joy, for sorrow and sighing had vanished. Selah! Evelyn Caublk, ’22. .it

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President’s Address Honorable Faculty, Fellow Classmates, Students and Friends: We are about to finish the four-year task set for us by the Jefferson County High School. We are glad to have our teachers, our schoolmates, and our friends with us as we celebrate this event in history, in prophecy, in poetry, and in song. We are glad to have our teachers on this occasion, because they have been so faithful in their efforts to instruct us and to inspire us to look upward. No doubt we have erred many times in our attempts to imbibe their inspirations as deeply as they might have wished. They will, no doubt, be willing to overlook this to some extent if we assure them that as the years go by we shall recall again and again their words of counsel, that to them seemed to fall on deaf ears, and that we shall heed their call of wisdom. None the less are we glad to have our schoolmates share with us the joys and pleasures of this occasion. They have been our comrades anil good comrades, too. They have watched us on our journey and rejoice with us that we are so far on it. We may not be there on that happy occasion when it comes to them, but we shall rejoice just the same. To our friends we extend a welcome and an appreciation—a welcome to our joys and appreciation for the encouragement their friendship has been to us. They have tasted the joys of occasions like this and we know our joys shall be their joys. Our aspirations make us happy today. As we look out upon the world, we see a vast field of service. It is to this field of service that we here dedicate our lives. As we have chosen or may choose our life work, it shall be in this field that we shall labor. The heart of the world breaks for the unstinted service of humanity and it matters not whether we may teach or preach, whether we may advocate at the bar or sell goods at the counter, whether we may help to turn the wheels of a manufactory or what not, we shall have our part in this service. We shall enter upon our work with light hearts and trained hands, but they shall not be frivolous hearts or unwilling hands. We expect to help bear the burdens of mankind and we may at times stumble and fall. But it shall not be the fall of the weak, neither shall we grovel when we do fall. Our country’s call shall not fall upon deaf ears, but alert to all her demands, we shall stand ready to render her our best service. Nor shall the call of our God fail to receive our service. For we shall give back to Him, increased twofold, that which He has given us. We shall ever heed the advice which Shakespeare causes Lord Wolsey to utter: “Let all the ends thou aim’st at be thy country’s, Thy God’s, and truth’s. Then if thou fall’st, Thou falPst a blessed martyr.” 30 Clay Greer. ’22.

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Statistics of the Senior Class Dear Classmates: I have been assigned the stupendous task of col- lecting the exact statistics of this magnitudinous class. I soon became aware of the strenuous nature of this office and I immediately interviewed many doctors, lawyers, janitors and maids, but I dismissed their information. some as absurd and other as nonsense. Later, with the vast knowledge of a few students and with the help of forty-five dictionaries, twenty-four encyclopedias and one hundred and five sweet girl graduation books,.I was able to obtain a few fundamental facts concerning this wonderful class. In the matter of height, I venture to say no previous class has achieved our altitude. It is found that by placing one member on another’s shoulders, the top one could view the “Village Creek” on Mars. But if Parrie Blair were omitted, it would be possible to touch only the lower portions of the moon. Our combined height is so great as to defy the mathematical ability of Ethel McAnnally and Clay Greer, the geniuses of 203. If the combined weight of the Senior class were turned into buttermilk there would be 49,284 gallons and two quarts. One could sell that at 40 cents a gallon and mass the gigantic sum of $19,713.60, or stating it differently, if this entire class were put upon a balance it would counterbalance a weight 13 pounds heavier than the earth (Catherine Brown being the earth and the rest of the class the 13 pounds). The next thing of importance concerning each member is age. But a statistician has a hard time trying to find out which girl is over 16. I glanced down the column of figures that went something like this—18, 16, 20, 17. 22, 23. No, they are not football signals—they are the lists of ages. Pardon the last few numbers, but nevertheless they are true. Some of our fair damsels seem not to have had a birthday since they entered school many, many years ago. But after much diligent, patient struggling I am able to give you the exact age of each member. Just keep your seats. I won’t tell—I shall only state that if all the ages were added, the result would resemble an income tax report of the United States.