Abbeville High School - Wildcat Yearbook (Abbeville, LA)

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FREDA PROVOST The very pink of perfection. MELVAN RICHARDSON I have more zeal than wit. MILDRED ROY Thy eternal summer shall not fade. VELTA ANN SORBET Her stature tall—I hate a dumpy woman. KENNETH TAYLOR He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceed- ing wise, fair-spoken, and persuadina GENE RICAUD It is a great plague to be too handsome a man. DANIEL ROMERO Blessed be agriculture! if one does not have too much of it. SHIRLEY SAVAGE Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt; And every grin, so merry, draws one out. UNA STELLY And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after. JOHNNY N. THEALL I have no superfluous lei- sure.

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RAYMOND NOEL His nature is too noble for the world. DONALD PALOMBO His worth is warrant for his welcome. CARL PETRY In thy face I see The map of honour, truth, and loy- alty VELTA LOUISE PREJEAN A very riband in the cap of youth. ORIS PRIMEAUX I am sure care's an enemy to life. DANIEL PALOMBO The ladies call him sweet; The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet. EUGENE PEDIGO He was ever precise in promise-keeping. BARBARA POTEET And gladly would she lerne and gladly teche. VELTIE MARIE PREJEAN As merry as the day is long. RUBY PRIMEAUX It is not night when I do see your face.

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L. B. THIBODEAUX A man polished to the nail.'' PEGGY TRAHAN I never knew so young a body with so old a head. MELVA EVA VAUGHAN A happy soul, that all th« way To heaven hath a sum- mer's day. BETTY JOYCE VIATOR Thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin. LLOYD JOHN VIATOR Here is a dear and true in- dustrious friend. HAZEL MARIE VIATOR « Could I love less, I should be happier now. NEDIA VIDALLIA I am not only witty in my- self, but the cause that wit is in other men. SAWYER R. WHITE His speech was a fine ex- ample, on the whole of rhetoric.