A L Brown High School - Albrokan Yearbook (Kannapolis, NC)

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Senior Class Song Tune of “There’s a Long, Long Trail.” We’re the dear old class called “Seniors.” Oh, how we all love the name, The dearest class in K. H. S., High school fame. There’s a long, long day awaiting Until our dreams all come true, ’Tis the day of graduatirn, Then our high school days are thro’. Shelby Dost, ’26. Senior Class History It is rather hard to believe that at last we are really Seniors, the dignified pupils that we, as Freshmen, looked upon these who had at last come to the end of their High School career. Four years ago, we started in High School as “little green freshies,” as be- ginners are referred to, “chug full cf ambition.” Although there were many obstacles, we managed to overcome them and even to have a good time on several delightful outings. When the end of the year came, we felt that we had made a good start on our journey. Feeling a little less “green,” we began our Sophomore year with more deter- minatirn. Although we had lost some of our old classmates, we still struggled on to win our fight. After passing through our Freshmen and Sophomore years most successfully, we came at last to our Junior year. “Wise Old Juniors” we were, for hadn’t we passed through hard and trying years ? But we were not discouraged by our struggles, but proud of our successes and eager to continue our journey. So we have at. last finished our journey. It makes us sad to know we have to leave the old school where memories, laughter and good times abound. But we’ll try not to care, although we know others will take our places and this the “Spirit” that K. H. S. inspires will live on. Dorothy Antley, Historian.

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Senior Class Poem As we began our journey in 1922 We determined to win success, And on this voyage — as Freshmen We found hard work, but also happiness. In the second year of our high school career We struck harder with each tap, Until we had covered half our distance By carefully using our compass and map. When we were in our Junior year We worked even harder then, For we realized the end was near And we must work to win. Then we discovered we were near the shore, We had journed many a mile And now we must prepare to face Our last and hardest trial. And now as landing Seniors We have much before us to do, But everyone’s happy and useful ’Til alas! We’re too soon thru. Thanks to each teacher who has helped us Just one step farther on, And best wishes to good old K. H. S. Which is dearest next to home. Now let’s keep “Rowing, Not Drifting,” Always doing our best, Striving to teach and help others; And we’ll reach our goal at last. Idelle Collins, ’26. Twenty-three

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trrOTT The Senior s Ship When Pilgrims left for Plymouth In the Mayflower, the story is told, They sought for worship’s freedom Not silver, nor brass, nor gold. In like manner, we, the Seniors Of the class of ’26, Have struggled hard for four years To learn with the world to mix. As Freshmen, we began our journey, Knowledge was our home; And we rowed our boats safely ' Till one-fourth of the way was gone. Sophomores, we renewed our journey, The waves seemed harder to ride; But still we kept on going, Determined to win our fight. But now we were wise old Juniors With only a little ways to row. Almost certain of our success, Having glimpsed a brilliant shore. Seniors: Dignified Seniors! We’ve reached our goal at last, We’re ready to start all over In the new world of success. And so the ship sails on forever, Beckoning us on ’till the last; ’Till over the horizon it disappears In the solitude of the vast. Twenty-five