Rhea Central High School - Yellowjacket Yearbook (Dayton, TN)

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'A' XR ' W un lu a nl r - m ul : n um M Qs.-JL-,,,,.f, . lln Memoriam Death has dealt again his unexpected blow and passed on to find new victims. He is the inexorable creditor whose indulgence nothing in the world can purchase. Every hour that sees a new-born child laugh at the light of day sees a man die, and hears the cry of a breaking heart and the lamentations of those who sit lonely and afflicted, no longer seeing the faces dearly loved. Each of us belongs to some little colony of hearts that has a life of its own, its private and inner life, apart from that of the mass of humanity, which eddies around it, in its end- less agitations, and has with it no sympathy, nor any memories of association. When one of its members dies, it is as if a limb was severed from the body. The wound heals, but the limb is missed as long as the body lives. Thus mutilated today is the student body of Rhea Central High, wrought by the death of its beloved principal and friend, WILFORD F. WEIR, who closed his eyes and crossed the mystic stream of life into the Great Beyond on Sunday morning, February 3, 1930. He was 41 years of age. He was taken in the prime of life, but it is better to live well, as did our instructor, than to live long. The length of a man's life is not measured by the number of hours during which he breathes, but by his actions and their value. A useless life is less than a span long, though it lasts a century. So, too, even though taken in the prime of his mandhood, it is often so fortunate to be spared a long sickness and disappointments, the decaying intellect and contracting heart, that so often come upon one with old age. Professor Weir sought to rival others, but that rivalry, as was said concerning Cato, was not of wealth with the rich, nor of faction with the factious. He strove to be the peer and outdoer of the boldest in bravery, of the most unpretending in modesty, of the most innocent in abstinence. He rather chose to be than to seem good, and so the less he sought for glory the more he attained it. He was always fond of the society of young people, and the gentleness of his manners, his unvarying kindness, and his evident sympathy with their warm and ardent impulses, made all love him, won their confidence, enobled their aspirations and ambition, and when he died the student body was prostrated with grief. This love and admiration he won by no studied art, by no relaxation of necessary discipline, but by his noble bearing, his uniform kindness and the happy blending in his demeanor or modesty with self-reliance, gentleness with firmness, dignity with suavity of manner. His monument will not be built of common stones, nor will we gather such flowers to cast upon his grave as grow in common fields. Nothing that was exemplary of him was put in his grave, and his monument will need no inscription, for his epitaph is written in the hearts of the student body as well as his friends, and the tears of those who loved him do speak of him in a far more eloquent language than marble or bronze. His body was laid tenderly and reverently to rest in the family cemetery on the brow of a great hill. Let the tears of love that rained upon it hallow his grave. Leave his body lying there in its bed of honor. If the snows spread for a time their white mantle over it, they too will soon dissolve into tearsg and when the fair days of spring return again and time begins to soften sorrow into a more measured grief, the grass watered by tears will grow upon it, and the flowers planted by gentle hands will bloom there, and round it through all the com- ing years his virtues will keep watch, ranked as a guard of immortal honor. 35 H ll 'f t- 'ni Ein- M

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-x 'fb lp' 'Qi o.' , as mmm :last 1 m rn ef ll un umm H l l 1 .1 I- ' 4 f ,,':w ,:S afll. H . 0 Ll! all I ' i MOUNTAIN or FLORAL TRIBUTES OVER 'rue GRAVE OF PROFESSOR VVEIR Resolutions on the Death ol? Professor Weir ffdoptezl by the Fllrulty anal Sturlfnt Body at I1 Sjlfwirll fllerting in the Providence of Almighty God our beloved principal has been taken from ns by the hand of Death. We are conscious that in such an extremity human consolations do not avail, but we desire to spread upon our records some expression of our affection and esteem for our devoted leader. He was a scholar of rare attainments, a preacher of eloquence and power, and his deliver- ances in our chapel were of the noblest influence in molding the lives of his hearers. He was a teacher by instinct and training. He kindled the flame of learning in the breasts of all his pupils. He was an administrator. He took his decisions with unswerving courage and carried them out with unfailing courtesy and tact. A He was a gentleman. He embodied the virtues of his Puritan ancestry, supplemented by the traditional graces of the best manhood of the South. He was a Christian. If we were to define Christianity, we would do well to say: Chris- tianity is the way Professor Weir lived. He was our friend. The world will never know how often individual members of this body went to him and not in vain for counsel and encouragement. Therefore, be it resolved, That this faculty and student body hereby record its sense of per- sonal bereavement and official loss in the death of Wilford Franklin Weir. And Be it further resolved, That we extend to the members of his family our deepest sympathy in their loss. A 34- K an fig -1 D' W

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Vx 'Q ,i 1 QI! ' 5 4 .tl-0.' Tl' a mu m : su m m mn n u m: The Boob Clhullb RALPH VFALLENT ..... Chief Big Boob WILFRED NIXON . . - - President RICHARD C. VVILBUR . . Chief Goofy Boob ROBERT Kino . . . . Vice-President ROBERT CRAWFORD . . . Chief Krazy Boob BEN PURSER . . . . Secretary Song: Just A Colors: Red and Auburn ' a Bunch of Regular Fellows. Flofwer: Sunflower Slogan: Woman is a plague to man. ROLL JAMES VVOOLLEN DONALD REED HAROLD MCPHERSON LEE CHDEON MAXWLEL LANCLEY lb0RMAN VVELCH NEWELL SHELTON AUDLEY GRAVES Oius DENTON R. J. STOUT JERRY PURSER JAMES DUCGAR l'IALI. UNDERVVOOD The honor members of the club are the ones who have been disappointed in love. VVe all are honor members. RULES-I. No one is allowed to join the club unless he has been in at least three love tragedies, and he must have scars to show for all three. 2. He must believe firmly in our slogan, and give at least five reasons why our slogan is true. 3. He must meet all classes once in a while. 4.. If a member falls in love he immediately loses his membership and is an out- cast of the club. 5. If a member of the club is caught Hashing his eyes in the direction of one of the weaker sex he is fined from f-ive to fifty cents by Chief Big Boob. The club meets every VVednesday night in some secluded spot away from women. The club house is beautifully decorated with Lipsticks, Powder-puffs, Toilet Articles, etc., and the mem- bers sometimes get rough enough to drink chocolate milks. A number of Stag Parties, Theatre Parties, and Mystery Parties have been given this year. Richard Langley, a former member of the club, was kicked out because of his failure to keep rule four, and it looks as though our Chief Goofy Boob will be the next to go. DONALD REED, The Grand Gosling. The Seniors Fifty-three Seniors, Awe, Happy as ran be, For .the lessons fwe hafve gotten llfill not efuer he forgotten. Fifty-three Seniors, we, Sad as sad mn be, For fwe'lI miss our schoolmates here In the future years, fwe fear. lR.C.H tnlpologies to lVhittier.j Blessings on thee, R. C. Il. S. Of all sehools, thou ar! best. Ilfilh thy rooms full of girls and boys Making lots of fuss and noise, Teaehers here, teaehers there, Tearhers almost everyfwhere, Teaehing from their knowledge pool, 16 Fifty-three Seniors, fwe, Grateful as ran be To our teaehers good and hind, Who hafue helped our -work so fine, Grateful Seniors., fwe. Fifty-three Seniors, fwe, Say goodbye to thee, Dear old R. C. H. S., llfe'll ne'er lofve :hee less, Grofwn up Seniors, Awe. AUTHOR UNKNOWN. .S. Pupils :whose thoughts are out of school. Our Prineijlal gets eross then gets kind, But his superior you -will not find. Sehool thou art-For efvery nation, Not a better in ereation. Nofw in sehool sbirit, thou art best. R. C. H. S. EVELYN ELSEA, Senior, '3o. Blessings on thee, H u -- -is i' H ea