Austin High School - Comet Yearbook (Austin, TX)

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Page 23 lin Memoriam MARY FLORENTIN E FI EGEL She was for ten years teacher of Latin in the Austin High School and in spirit yet ahides with us. XVise, kind, devoted, she loved boys and girls and to them gave in unstinted measure of her priceless self. BRUCE LABENSKI Clzxssmate and friend.

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MRS. MARGARET SHARP . B. A., University of Texas. Biological Sciences. Miss ELSE TRENCQMANN N B. A., M. A., University of Texas. ' A University of Berlin, I Geiinian. j- MR.'HERBERT B. WELLS i B. S., -Colorado Agricul- tural College. Science. MR. HARVEY S. WILLIAMS University of Texas. University of Wisconsin. Bradley Polytechnic Insti- tute. Industrial Education, Dept. Head. .'iR MR. J. W.AlBiiATTY Vocational Training School, France. , , Indvtstrfial Education. L. Il., I ll i Skirts f r il ' 1 if 'A'.w ,la , TMI s....,,, g ss. ,P MR. WILLIW E. CAIE A Is. s., .T.VC. U-f.i' ' . Indus u tion. I RQ. MRS. DARTHULA D. STOHL B. A., University of Texas. M usic. MISS EDNA voN ROSENBERG B. A., M. A., University of Texas, Phi Beta Kappa. Mathematics. MISS JANIE RUTH WHATLEY B. A., University of Texas. English. MR. E. A. TAYLOR B. A., M. A., University of Texas. M athematics. M R. NEWMAN CASEY Graduate of N. T. A. C. University of Texas. Physical Education. MR. JOHN LEWIS KEEL B. S., University of Texas. Physical Education. Page 2

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Song of the Seniors We enjoy emancipation, To our labors comes cessation, Now our praises to the four winds Let harp and timbrel blare. Most of us have got the small head, VVe will never, never be led, We are noble, regal seniors With our noses high in air. Of course we're not presuming That we'd dare suggest consuming The money that the other classes VVorked so hard to earn, But 'twould be a gesture pious If some halos they would buy us, That of our austere presence All creation then might learn. So with every neck a-craning And a deathlike silence reigning, Let everybody bend the knee And bow the menial head. We are heaven's restitution. To this learned institution: We are haughty, icy seniors Sovereigns merciless and dread. -JOHNNY JOSEPH. Farewell 'It's pretty hard to leave the halls You've helped so long to fill, It's hard to know that when you're gone The school will go on still. It isn't fun to eat your lunch ln some downtown cafe, When always here there was a crowd To chase your blues away. No, everything you'1'e leaving Seems so precious and so rare,- The lockers where you left your coats, Small things, but still you care. That's why your hearts are filled with love And happy cheer, for you Remember, when you miss these things, The old school misses you. -JOHNNY JOSEPH. , - f' ' A 's 'x -, Nr X XV rl ,,. AJ Q Q Y Z fied jrfr- Nj is A T J 4 ' iff? -ss-f L - ,. in T47 521' . - ,f-3E g'fT' -, ff- A 6.411132 'ff. iii: f-1-2' - - Y i i 1 N,.,f,.,A,, g- M-, 2 ,JW .-fs-. .1551 - .- , , -- -1 ., -7,4 Page 24