Springfield High School - Gold and White Yearbook (Springfield, TN)

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jim ,sa lj THE RAMBLER, 1926 1:1 2 - .t - , Faculty Knocker Miss Foy Dell Carver, her Dignity tries to teach, But when it comes to Math, she really is a peach. She's a gentle-bred lady who uses no slang, But when she gets angry she's certainly a Whang. Frisky, Froggy Conn's the captain of Our ball teams, He acts the big bully tho he's not what he seems. He's just I-T in the crowd, but Nay! not at home, For this poor Hubby must list to the w1fe's saxaphone. At first sight Miss Warren is very, very rough, But when she rolls her eyes you know it is a bluff To compare her to a Latin jack would not be absurd, And she's a prima donna who sings as a young mocking-bird. On Mr. Homer G. Lindsay our vengence we would wreak, For his bearing's high and mighty tho he tries to be meek, But when you speak of Shebas there's where he's weak, For in Springfield High, he's our Preacher-Teacher-Sheik. Miss Lilleene Wiygul is our Southern girl from Mississippi, Who looks so proud and haughty that she couldn't be Hippy, She's an expert teacher and a pretty good maid, In love with a Memphis youth of the dental trade. Professor Whitson Overcash appears very regal and bold, If you do anything wrong he'll surely get you told. ln class he's as staunch as a war-time fort, But when out with the ladies he's some more sport. Miss Mary Ellen Wright's the wielder of the school baton, Who plays a major part in our orchestra and song. With all of her instructions We would like to keep step, lf we could just hear something but Pep! Pep! Pep! Superintendent Cy Young's little but not so very old, And has the sphizeringtum to truly knock you cold, But he'll show a gentle disposition if you only speak of love, That'll set him crying like a gentle turtle-dove. Miss Fair's our little Yankee from Trente, Missouri, And I can conceive of nothing whatever to cu'er From tilting her head as if it were hung on a rack, And using the slang Go Sit On A Tack. HELEN STARKS. Page thirty-two

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W .gi y f 1:1 THE RAMBLER, 1926 1:1 mill :Ei Fill AT The scene changed, and I saw a cozy little studio, and in it I saw Fannie Watson following her favorite diversion, for she was giving a tiny tot her first lesson in expression. There was no doubt in my mind, that she would coach the child until she was quite a finished reader. Cnc of my schoolmates is a girl who can do anything. If you want a song sung, call on Mary Gilbert, if you want an accompaniment, Mary can play it, if you need help along any line, Mary can give it. Then I wondered where I should look for her in future years, and suddenly the curtain rose, and I saw her in a cozy little kitchen, preparing a meal. A second party entered and told her that today he is happy because they are owing nothing,-but still they will be Owen always. The Greatest Grocery Store in the World. , This sign over a store attracted my attention, then I decided that I would walk in and see who could be the owner. The first to greet me was Percy Humphrey, and I learned from him and others as well, that he was not only owner of this store, but the owner of a chain of more than one hundred stores bearing the same name, and situated in the largest cities. It takes men of all professions to make up the world. I was Wondering what my friend, Sam Eddy, was to make of himself when I saw a laboratory equipped with all kinds of modern, electrical devices. Sam was to give forth to the world his opinions, which would prove very valuable to the interest of humanity. I had seen the future of all of our class save one, and of course I was tense with excitement to learn what the future held for me. But to my disappointment the hand that had chiseled the fate of the others failed me, for just then I awoke. But even though my fate I had not learned, I rejoiced in the fact that all of my friends would be happy, if dreams were true. ANNIE LILLIAN BINKLEY, Pruplfelarf. wkrglff cgi Sago

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WM? , III THE RAMBLER, 1926 I1 in W e .Els E villa il Alma Mater Our dear old Alma Mater, With you We've tarried longg We've had our daily battles, But We'll miss you when We're gone. We start upon life's journey By paths which end in mistg But by the lamp you gave us, We trust t'vvill end in bliss. What ere of fame or fortune Into our lives may fall, To you our Alma Mater, To you-we owe it all. To our school and faithful teachers, Grateful hearts for ere We'll raise Loud re-echo through the ages Songs in Alma Mater's praise. CATHERINE TOMERLIN Page tbirzjf-three