Albany High School - Thronateeska Yearbook (Albany, GA)

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The Thronateeskdy 1Q2J EVELYN Hl’IE “She is just the quiet kind whose nature never varies.” Evelyn joined us in our Junior year and very soon acquired a particular fondness for the A. H. S. Although she lives farther away than any other Senior, she is the first to arrive in the morninp and seems loath to leave in the afternoon. We don’t blame you, Evelyn, the old A. H. S. is worthy of your adoption and affection. MARY LEILA DAVIS “A quiet, shy, unobtrusive little maiden.” Mary Leila still calls Cobb home, but she. too, in her Junior year decided to eive her heart and her hand to the Albany Hiph School. She steadily pursues the successive tasks of each day, and is a splendid example of the maxim. “They think most, who say least.” Once having known her, you are a more fortunate person than you were before. Page Twenty-right

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The Thronateeska, Q2I ALENE BROOKS “Fair as a star when only one is shining in ihe sky.” After completing her course of study in the schools of Baconton, Alene came to cast her fortunes with the best school on earth, the Albany High. In one short year she has become a loyal supporter of the Orange and Green, a good friend of every member of the class, and of one in particular. One of the inseparable, irresistible Trio: Mutt, Weena and Alene. Rah! Rah! Rah! ROSELYN COHN “Dark were her eyes, yet how softly they gleamed beneath the brown shade of her tresses.” Just step this way if you wish to hear the last echo from Paris, for Roselyn is in style all the while. She is a girl of striking personality, obliging and agreeable. Her special interest is Domestic Science, in which she has shown much skill and originality. Possessing an oriental type of beauty that is most attractive and a happy deposition, Roselyn is a general favorite. Page Twenty-seven

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The Thronateeska, 1Q2I A View from the Summit After three long years of unflagging zeal since matriculating at our beloved High School, we were ushered into the sacred portals of that classroom indicated by the magic word, “Senior.” Joy filled our hearts. We had attained at last the chief aspiration of all under classmen. Although the rugged pathway from the Valley of Freshman to the lofty heights of Senior was one requiring the su’-e footedness of the Alpine climbers and the dogged endurance of the sons of old Erin, with seemingly insurmountable barriers constantly before us. we traversed it safelv and arrived on time. September the fifteenth, nineteen hundred and twenty. But here we find that our troubles are only begun, and instead of seeking rest from our arduous uphill climb, we must be constantly on the alert, lest the weak-hearted grow dizzy by the rare altitude, make a misstep, and plunge into the dark abyss called failure. The thought creates fear in the hearts of the strong, and yet it has a certain alluring fascination for the weak, in the knowledge that once having taken the fatal plunge, all care, work and worry will soon be forgotten. Like veterans, we have come through as a unit, bravely meeting and vanquishing every impediment to our progress. In so doing we feel that the word “Senior carries with it a deeper meaning than the mere proud consciousness of victory, that it is the crowning glory of work well done. As we come forward on the night of Commencement to receive our diplomas, with our confidence unshaken and our spirits undaunted. triumphantlv we resolve to go always onward even to the topmost pinnacles of fame. Long live the memory of the Class of Twenty-one. —KATHRYN PATE. Page Twenty-nine