Moundsville High School - Orospolitan Yearbook (Moundsville, WV)

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MR. WM. B. MATTHEWS The Class of '83 greets the young- sters of '22 not only with paternal but also with patriarchal love! While our curriculum may appear somewhat meager compared with yours, and our number, seven, seems small though sac- red when reckoned with the large clas- ses of recent years, yet in quality and probity we admit that our class holds the record in the long and useful ca- reer of the Moundsville High School. However, we congratulate our 39th successor upon its enterprise and up-to- dateness in issuing an annual which no doubt will be a thing of beauty and a joy forever. lt will ever be a remind- er ot many pranks and pleasures which otherwise would be forgotten, Many marvelous memories of '83 would be re- vived by such a publication had the f ustoms of the old century been similar to the new. lilany things of phenom- enal progress have come into being since we received our high school di- plomas, hence why should not progress be manifested in your student body? Perhaps the absence of cinema shows within and auto joy rides with- out in some degree accounts for our in- tense studious natures in that remote period. We admit none of us permit- td over-study to break down our health. indeed for 37 years death passed by our tortunate circle, when Mrs. Cora Park- inson McFadden was the first to be summoned. For a similar period my college class was equally blessed. May l suggest to '22 that you do what '83 failed to do, organize and ar- range frequent meetings and class din- ners so that your present fellowship may be protected throughout the years. l occasionally se-e the lady members of '83, but l have not laid eyes on Dorsey Blake, my sole masculine colleague, since he entered the ministry long ago. All his classmates did not pick him for preacher in '83, but I understand he has made a good one. He could 11ot ither than have made an intelligent ex- positor of the Gospel. My law class likewise scattered to the four winds and eve11 a chain letter cannot get half way around. Keep up tl1e good work and perpetuate the good will which you enjoy in this good year of our Lord, 1922. WM. BURDETTE MATHEWS, Charleston, W. Va.

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ALUMNAE The school of Moundsville has ac- complished great results in its forty- five years of duration-acting in the capacity of a great educator, furnishing men and women who have done things. In this ass-ociation with the High School, the student learns of the qual- ities of a good citizenship, how to con- duct ones self that the family and state may prosper. He learns that nothing great can be accomplished without personal sacrifice, that the true appre- ciation of riches lies in having been poor. He learns the dependence of everyone and that he must cooperate with his fellow being in order to com- bat with the forces of Nature. So instructed, have our Alumnae gone forth. In all, five hundred and eighty people have graduated from M. H. S. Everyone of these, without a single exception, have had the same purpose in view-to better the world. to make this Earth a better place for their having lived. And these five hundred and eighty souls are working in a massed forma- tion. Their lessons of cooperation have stood them in good stead. With organized efforts, they are struggling against the disciples of Evil and Un- happiness. Of course they are not all fighting on the same field, but their tactics are the same. Almost every profession has enjoyed the help of some of this class. Lawyers, doctors, teachers, good business, housewives,-all. This little band of workers will for- ever perpetuate the memory of old M. H. S. Each year, still more recruits will be added to the band-each year, some one of this band will receive dis- tinction in God s Hall of Fame. Alumni! the school is proud of you. High School, the Alumni love you.

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MEMORIES OF MOUNDSVILLE MAKE MECCA FOR US By William L. Stidger Moundsville is the Mecca of all of our memories. Like the worshipper of Allah looks Eastward to Mecca at evening time wherever he is, so the eyes and the heart of those of us who have wandered a world away look by to the old home town. We have tasted of '4The Old Wolf Spring and we shall never be satis- fied to remain away very long at a time from that fair haven nestled in the crook of the arm of that old brawny Mother, the Ohio River. Some of the high spots that I visited when I was at home a few weeks ago and upon which I looked with hungry eyes were the Old Sheep Hole out at the forks of the two creeks, that swimmini .hole where we used to while away about ten out of the twenty-four hours of Summer days in boyhood. I saw it as my train came back from Grafton on my recent lecture trip. I looked up the creek to see if that old Elm tree was still leaning out over the creek as it used to lean long ago and, sure enough, there it was . I could see it from the train away up the creek towards the Fair Grounds. I looked upon the Old Indian Mound with a thousand memories burn- ing in my heart and as the train from Pittsburg pulled into town I watched every foot of the river, from the old Offset Hole to the curve below town with memories of Summer swimming days and winter skating days throng- ing nie. The old Methodist Church, now till- ed with commerce, used as a warehouse, and the old School Building, which to us, was the High School, with the old Town Clock-and a hundred spots- makes Moundsville the Mecca of our Memories.