Ball High School - Purple Quill Yearbook (Galveston, TX)

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Qfass 0 1Q42' Row upon row of straight, proud people clad in dignified caps and gowns pass into the auditorium. There is a trace of sun tan across some of their noses. But upon every countenance is a look of happi- ness, a great feat has been accomplished and now the victors take their places as thousands of others who have preceded them. Beneath the mortarboards and quivering tassels, we turn back to reflect over the past three years in high school. As sophomores we met the usual trials and tribulations. However, that year marked the coming of several changes. To begin with, we had a new principal, Mr. Davis Hill, who came to us from Canyon, Texas, full of new ideas and willing to support the desires of the pupils. The Student Congress was organized. Then We became juniors. NVe could beam down upon the poor, innocent sophomores and watch them squirm. Ah-h, it was delight- ful, however, this satisfaction was slightly marred by the introduction to the unfathomable depths of theorems in geometry, the metric in physics, and European history. September, 1946, found us enjoying the triumphant feeling of being seniors. Sorrow befell the school in Qctober when our Superintend- ent of Schools, Mr. Sam B. Graham, died. Mr. Hill became the new superintendent and Mr. John VVoolford McFarland became acting principal. Gur student life moved along with the speed which ac- companies every senior year. Punctuating the fleeting months, a semi-monthly newspaper, the Ba11Hi-Lights, came into our midst. And now, after we've seen our last high school football and basketball games, dusted off our ballerinas for one more dance, frolicked at pic- nics, and laughed at banquets, we come to our final step. The words of the speaker now seep through these thoughts, and we hear warnings and precautions about entering this post-war world. VVe are going into a world of strange competition, because colleges are over-crowded, and by the time we complete our education, this great mass of educated people will have gone into the business world before us. Thus we must fight just a little harder for what we wish to win. VVe will not be discouraged, however, for we are just on the threshold of life and still have faith and courage. Then we hear our names being called, and slowly the dignified fig- ures in caps and gownswthe class of '47-move forward to receive diplomas. So we move toward the future, and it's a grand feeling. by Elinor Olson 6

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Mr. Sam B. Graliaiii f i . . Jecftcafzozzl Kindness Forget each kindness that you do Remember every kindness done As soon as you have done itg To you, whate'er its measureg Forget the praise that falls on you Remember praise by others Won, The moment you have won itg And pass it on with pleasureg Forget the slander that you hear Remember every promise made, Before you can repeat itg And keep it to the letterg Forget each slight, each spite, each Remember those who lend you aid, sneer, And be a grateful debtor. Whenever you may meet it. -Author Unknown Editor's note: Mr. Graham presented a copy of the poem above to each member of a recent graduating class, inscribed with the words offered as a light to help you land safely. Now, we realize that the thoughts expressed here put into words the undefined code he followed through life-a life of service and kindness, dedicated to helping others land safely. 5

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