Big Island High School - Islander Yearbook (Big Island, VA)

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MARY ELIZABETH REYNOLDS CHARLES EDWARD SANDERSON Happy-go-lucky, and carefree too. Without him what would the girls do? A most petite and black-haired gal. To all who need her she ' s a pal. ALICE CLEOLA WILSON Sure to make, a loving wife ar t lead him through a happy life. f - 8 -

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ELORY WAYNE CORNELIUS A true friend whether needed or not. Big Island High will miss him a lot, JAMES NEAL FURR A ten o ' clock scholar, though lazy and witty. We had a hard time thinking up this ditty. PATSY ANN MITCHELL Roaming the halls and skipping classes. She ' s the receiver of all the boy ' s glances. - 7 -

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JOYCE ANN COLLIER Very quiet. And quite artistic. In this world. She ' ll go a long way with it. Senior Class Poem We ' re leaving our school, our teachers, and friends. On our childhood we ' re closing the door. We seniors are entering a new phase of life. Taking with us our memories vast store. We ' ll always remember - how can we forget, ' Tho our days be a hundred and one; Our joys and sorrows, our failures, successes. And the satisfaction of jobs well done. We remember our shyness that first day of school When everything was strange and new. The trouble we had with our ABC ' s And the pictures the dunces drew. And on through the years like the leaves of a book. How fast the time seems to fly! We remember how envious we stood and watched As seniors of that day went by. So now WE are seniors - our goal has been reached; We ' re proud we ' ve come through with a will. But we ' ll cherish in memories our deam Alma Mater - Our school that stands on the hill. Yes, we ' ve come a long way, since we started that day. But we ' ve come through with colors a-flying. And this goes to show what we want you to know That there ' s really nothing like trying! So we ' re turning our backs on Big Island High - We ' ll each go our own separate way. The path of the future stretches wide for us. Which leads to a brighter day. - 9 - Joyce Collier Class Poet