Amarillo High School - La Airosa Yearbook (Amarillo, TX)

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Robert Wells Billy Wheeler Lyna Maye White Ralph White Grady Wicks Norris Wilkinson Don VVilliams Mary Wilnleth Brownie Wilson Charline Wilson Raymonrl XVincingcr Betty VVingatc Margaret Wingate Merrill XVinsctt Paul XfVolfe Bob XVolfington Opal Wolfington Iunior Vifood Lorene A. Woozl Lorene Wood I. C. Wright john C. Wyatt Iuanita Yates I. W. Zischang Page 25

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Buster Threaclgill Rae Thrush Alice Timmons Frances Timmons lnetta Tipps C. W. Tomlinson Pat Toombs Iean Travis Laurance Trulove Mayo Turman Richard Turner Tom H. Tutt Hubcrtax Umlerwoml Buster Vaughan Roy Vaughan Elvin Vestal Agnes Ann Wagxier Ruth Waldron Alice Walker Madeleine Wallace Iames Walsh Geraldine Warner Ella VVasson Hazel Wedgworth Page 24

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IN MEMORIAM On May 22, 1936, Clyde Scott, a junior, died. He had endeared himself to his classmates by his winning personality, and to the student body as a whole by his excellent interpreta- tion of negro character parts. Though we have missed him this year, the memory of his droll humor and of his bright spirit remains with us. On February 26, 1937, O. A. Blankenship, a junior who was in school last year, died after a short illness. O. A.'s nature was shy and retiring, but he had many friends who remembered him for his lovable qualities. I-le had made for himself a place which no one else can fill. On April 23, 1937, Betty Alexander, a member of the senior class, died of phneumonia. Since she was ill only a few days, her friends were shocked to hear of her untimely death and their last days of school will be saddened because of her absence. She had a chnrniing personality and took a great i11terest in school life. TEARS Wlhen l consider Life and its few yearsw L A wisp of fog betwixr us and the sung A call to battle, and the battle done Ere the last echo dies within our ears, A rose choked in the grass, an hour of fears, The guests that past a darkening shore do beat, The burst of music down an unlistening street- l Wonder at the idleness of tears. Ye old, old dead, and ye of yesternight, Chieftains, and bards, and keepers of the sheep, By every cup of sorrow that you had, Loose me from tears, and make me see aright l-low each hath back what once he stayed to weep: Homer his sight, David his little lad! Lizette Woodworth Reese. Page 26