Bethel High School - Key Yearbook (Bethel, NC)

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time transformed into small sparkling jewels. We felt the time drawing near for us to leave old Bethel High School, but in our hearts her name shall we enthrone. We shall forever cherish and honor her. Memories of her will make sweet the joys that here we know . For us new paths are opened and new duties will fill our days, but as we leave these dear old walls may our lives be an honor to her fair name ! Now we feel a sadness that will never pass away, for we know we shall never return a sstudents to her dear old walls again.

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The survivors were a little tired when vacation came, and we thought that if all came back and worked as hard the next year as they did in their sophomore year, we would have a class to be proud of. The session of ' 19- ' 20 found the class of ' 21 plugging away on the third run of the journey. As juniors we couldn ' t help but look back with pleasure and forward with anticipation. We no longer had to receive the abuses lavished extravagant- ly upon freshmen. As juniors we felt ourselves very import- ant and did not fail to rub it into the newish. There were no hard feeling, of course, but at this step up the ladder of knowl- odge w e felt puffed up with importance and knew, or thought wo know more than the seniors and faculty combined. All of our members except six had fallen by the wayside, for different reasons, and these s ' x stuck fast and were, at the end of the term presented with the privilege of entering seniorland. We had come thus far and we had come in a run ; soma of us out of breath, but we determined to grit our teeth and finish in style yet. , Of the fifteen members tha tentercd as freshmen in ' 17 there were now only seven dignified seniors. Our vac; ' .tioii had pass- ed quickly and we returned soon and claimed the name of ' Seniors. Only a Senior knows how to appreciate that title. Red Andrews honored us with his presence this year. Among the numerous achievements of the Senior Class was the organ- isation of the Overall Club, which Red Andrews had the iionor of organizing. Physical training appealed to many of our members rather than mental. Red, deciding that he preferred the mill to French and English, fell f-om our i anks. Also, later on, one of our most active members, Helen IJullock, fell from the yacht of Seniorhood into the sea of matrimony, and the senior class draped our Dew Drop Inn private office in black for one day. We had at last come to the top step of the ladder, and now we had undergone the ■ ending process for so long that we felt we were by th ' s

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CLASS SONG (By Clarence Whitehurst) (With apologies to Stephen Foster) Gone are the days when we were fresh and green, Gone is the time as Sophomores we were seen, Gone Junior year and Senior all so dear, We hear the voice of High School students no more here. Out in the world we go to take our place, And meet our trials with a smiling face ; Though sad we are to leave this hallowed spot, With heroism we meet our task and take our lot. As years go by in duty ' s path we ' ll stay, Our motto grand we ' ll follow day by day; And to our school our hearts will e ' er be true, I ' ntil life ' s work is ended and we live anew. CLASS POEM (By Clarence Whitehurst) The years of toil have fled at last, As thru the high school we, have passed; Seniors now, who bore ' mid toil and strife The many cares of high school ' life. In freshmen days we saw the light Of Senior glory gleam clear and bright; The four weary years seemed hard and long, But we mounted our ladder with a song. Oh, stop, the gay world said, and rest; Don ' t bother your head with quizzes and tests. But with our aim ever in sight, We toiled upward thru the night. And now we have reached the.longed-for day, Tired, but proudly happy and gay. While up in the sky, serene and far. Shines our own unfailing star.