Simpson School - Echo Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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Junior Class W. i Montgomery, Ramos, Smith. Rock hill. H. Parrish, Ward. Mussey. Thompson . Mr. Greene, McLendon, Miller. F. Parrish. Robb, Massif. A. McKinley. R. Montgomery. G. McKinley. Rogers. Ridout. Virginia Miller. Mildred Napier. Elizabeth Perry, Mildred Smith, Simmons. AT DAWNING In the hush of early morning Behind the shadow’s noiseless flight. Lo! from the cast a rising gleam Breaks forth of amlxrr light. There has been no sound as yet To mar the sacred calm of nature. N'or motion, we could almost say. Of life or any living creature. Suddenly, like a signal giving A warning of disaster. The birds wake to sing melodies Taught them by the Master. John Rogers. Nineteen Hundred Thirty-one

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)-( )-( )-( The ECHO )-( )-( M Junior Class Evelyn Harrison. Lillian Long, James, Josephine Brock. Doliska Brown, Evelyn Carr, Peggy Greene. Lamar. Donnelly. Brown, Harmon. Johns, Lee, Cole, Austin, ppleby, Boatrite. Alexander. Kerr. Boone. Butler, Breedlove. Barber. Connell. Cottrell, Banks. ----□---- IF (Apologies to Kipling) If I could take a pen in hand And record the thoughts in me. And put them down in clever verse. What a pretty poem '(would Ik ! If I could take a brush and paint The Ijcautiful scenes 1 see. Birds and beasts and flowers. What a canvass it would be! If I could paint the sunset. The colors and gentle glow, And trees and distant mountains. 'Twould be immortal. I know. Woodrow Weaver. Xineteen Hundred Thirty-one

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)-( )-( )-( Tltc ECHO )-( )-( H Thoughts on Parting Now our high school days arc over, Now the time has come to part, Memories of joy and sorrow Come to each atid every heart. These four years have passed so swiftly, For our hearts were young and gay; When we entered dear old Simpson Seems to us hut yesterday. But the lessons and examples Of our teachers day by day Should an inspiration give us That will never fade away. We have learned that lives of service Arc the ones which stand the test, And in life, as in the school-room. We should strive to do our best. Though jK-rhaps ’t would he quite pleasant Just to take the dreamer’s way. Idly thinking of tomorrow As we drift from day to day. As we sail the untried ocean In our quest for knowledge new. Wc must keep a goal before us Always clearly in our view. Storms and winds may oft assail us, Let us never turn aside. Always knowing chart and compass We’ll be given by our Guide. May we keep our lives so worthy That when time on earth is past. We may enter in the Harbor Of the heavenly shore at last! Frank Johnson. Nineteen Hundred Thirty-one