Bethel High School - Beacon Yearbook (Bethel, MO)

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY Nineteen hundred and thirty-four was a big year for this old world. Hitler was increasing in power. That year was the second of Franklin Roosevelt's first term as President of the United States, and the graduating class of 1946 was start- ing to school. That was twelve long years ago, but many remembrances come back to us of our old grade school days--such as, leaving home at eight o'clock in the morning and plowing through snow knee deep to reach the old country schoolhouse. On cold days we often had to sit by the old barrel stove for warmth. However, we had many happy times there, too. The first eight years of our school life passed rapidly. In 1942 a bewildered group of five green freshmen found themselves in Bethel High School. The class members were as follows: Norma Smoot, Barbara Swisher, Marzetta McPheeters, Richard Smoot and Junior Smoot. Mr. Birney Collins and Mr. Luther Rauer respect ively were our advisors during the year. Marzetta McPheeters deserted us during our freshman year to enroll in the Hunnewell School. The remainder of our class has been kept intact throughout our Sophomore, Junior and Senior years. Mr. Rauer was our sponsor during our Sophomore year and Mrs. Rauer during our Junior year. Being small in number we chose as our motto, Small but mighty and we have sincerely tried to live up to it. We have found the last and twelfth year of our school life very short. Under the guidance of our sponsor, Mr. Ballance, we have participated in many school activities such as: basketball, publishing the Bethel Beacon, year book, negro minstrel and the Senior play. As we complete our school work in old Bethel High, we shall never forget the kind cooperation that we have received from the faculty at all times. Now with the words of our school song ringing in our hearts, we say good bye to our Alma Mater, Dear Old Bethel High. BY Junior Smoot

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T I gf? I SENIOR CLASS POEM Our happy school days now are done, And as We part from schoolmates everyone A feeling of gloomy sadness steals on-- A longing for the good days that have gone. A gleam shines through the gloomy mist A call for duty one can't resist. Life flings a challenge to us all. Seniors, Be ready to answer that call. Be not the one who Will run and hide, Accept the challenge and stem the tide. Show the World you're on the winners side Even though you fail, be sure you've tried. Our motto is Small but Mighty . Accept the message not too lightly. Its might, together with brawn and brain That will carry you safely over life's main. Let us be builders, strong and true, Be. among those that have work to do. Give your best to the World you see, And the best will come right back to thee.