Soddy Daisy High School - Trojan Yearbook (Soddy, TN)

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MISS HARTLEY ASHLEY Geometry, English Soddy, Tenn. MRS. GLENN BARNES English, Public Speaking Soddy, Tenn. MISS HELEN BARNES Secretary Soddy, Tenn. W. H. BELL Agriculture Daisy, Tenn. MISS GENEVRA CRAWLEY English Rt. 5, N. Chatta., Tenn. ERNEST ELDRIDGE Science, Civics, B. B. Coach Daisy, Tenn. MISS ENNA FORTE Home Economics Soddy, Tenn. FRANCIS GATES Industrial Arts Daisy, Tenn. FACULTY MISS CHRISTINE GRAHAM Physical Education Soddy, Tenn. PERCY GRANT Chemistry, Science, Algebra Daisy, Tenn. MISS ERCELLE HUNTER Latin, Bible, English Daisy, Tenn. ANTHONY MATUSEK Biology, Physical Education Football Coach Daisy, Tenn. MISS MARY VIRGINIA MCBRIEN Music Rt. 5, N. Chatta., Tenn. MISS BESSIE NIPPER Typing, Shorthand Soddy, Tenn. JACK ROBERTS Band Soddy, Tenn. JAKE SEATON Industrial Arts Asst. Football Coach Daisy, Tenn. MISS REBA SHROPSHIRE Home Economics Soddy, Tenn. MRS. ROSE N. SMITH English Soddy, Tenn. KYLE SNYDER Algebra Soddy, Tenn. MISS RUTH SWINGLE History, Biology Soddy, Tenn. MISS FANNIE B. WALLACE French, History Soddy, Tenn. MISS MARGARET E. WALLACE Librarian Soddy, Tenn.

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BOARD OF EDUCATION Hamilton County MR. J. P. BROWN MR. MARSHALL CLARK Chairman Superintendent Mr. John H. Allen Dr. E. S. Blair Mr. George Forbes Mrs. Will Shepherd Mr. John S. Wrinkle Mr. E. Y. Chapin

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OPPORTUNITY They do me wrong who say I come no more When once I lcnoclc and fail to find you ini For every day I stand outside your door, And bid you vvalce, and rise to Fight and vvin. Wail not lor golden ages on the wane, Each night I burn the records of the day, At sunrise every soul is born again. Laugh lilce a boy at splendors that have sped. To vanished joys be blind and deal and dumb, My judgments seal the dead past with its dead, But never blind a moment yet to come. Though deep in mire wring not your hands and weep, I lend my arm to all who say I canlu No shamfaced outcast ever sanlc so deep But yet might rise and be again a many Dost thou behold the lost youth all aghast? Dost reel from righteous retributions blow? Then turn from blotted archives ol the past And Find the luture's pages white as snow. Art thou a mourner? Rouse thee from thy spelll Art thou a sinner? Sins may be forgiven, Each morning gives thee wings to flee from hell, Each night a star to guide thy feet to heavenl -Walter Malone