Booker T Washington High School - Cornellian Yearbook (Atlanta, GA)

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Freedom s i f 'eapons

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Page Fourteen Twenty years! Twenty years! Yes, but it seems as yesterday when Hayes, Childs, Peters, Buchanan, Saxton and Owens started weaving the strong sinews of Washington High School. The School has a personality that is of the essence of the souls of those who served in it. . . . When I think of Charles Bonner, Julia Stanfield, Charles Gaines, Almcta Hill and many more who were students here and the contributions which they are making it is imperative that I deal in personalities. Two decades ago, we came upon these grounds, a strong and stalwart band. Many years have passed since then and many of them have passed beyond the IVY WALL. Mrs. Peters was a cultured, gentle woman, as fragrant in personality as a lily and her gracious greeting is remembered by all. She was the first head of the Home Economics Department. Mrs. Hayes, a lovely character, gave us the model home where our girls practiced domestic arts. She was a devout Christian and her motto was 'Carry your Sunday School lessons along with your secular work.’ Mr. Saxton, a minister of the gospel, a scholar of the classic type, appreciated gardening and taught his boys to share this love of the soil. We remember his growing plants in the school room as he lectured. Many of our gardens were started from plants given to us by him. . . . Mr. Childs was a unique personality. His benigan smile showed the joy of seeing beauty in nature. He first beautified our campus and one of the finest rose beds anywhere was on the site of our cafeteria. The annual rose shows instituted by him were classic. His interest in biology was such that many students were inspired to bring their own animal and plant specimens. . . . Miss Buchanan, exact, scientific, conscientious, bore a tender heart concealed beneath a calm exterior. Few knew how many pupils received financial aid from her or how physical pain was endured while lingering after school to ground boys and girls firmly in mathematics. Requirements had to be fulfilled; there was no getting by! 'Mr. Owens came as a young man, worked for a brief spell and passed, all too soon. His quiet reserve would melt the most frigid and bitter. Twenty years! Don’t you remember, Atlanta, the magnificent fashion revues staged by Miss Lucy Reeves at the City Auditorium?—the big active Hi-Y Clubs sponsored by Mr. Cornell?—the monument and stadium drives seen to successful conclusions by Mr. Harper?—the research spirit in chemistry shown by Mr. Holliday? We have come a long way since the 'Washingtonian was founded and essay writing grew from a small to a large, varied program. From bare walls, no books, pianos, or full-time music teachers grew 'Washington! O Washington!’ My own contributions were made here, and I am proud to say that I think that I made some. Recognition has borne that out. . .. Twenty more years? We have produced noble men and women who arc making contributions everywhere as far as land and sea extend . . . they will carry on. —Mrs. I.. D. Shivery Alma Washington! O Washington! Thy name shall be our guide, For learning, fame, renown and gain, Our gratitude abides. As long as God’s eternal love Shall hold their portals wide, l or God and man in every land. We’ll live for Washington. Washington! O Washington! Thy name shall never die; Our hearts are thine, thy fame shall shine, O’er earth and sea ansi sky. Thy halls shall echo memories. Thy precepts reign sublime; Where’er we roam, where’er our home, We’ll live for Washington. Dear Alma Mater keep our hearts In dear old Washington, band of loving schoolmates, we Will live for Washington. Mater “Vincit que sc vincit,” The lesson thou hast taught; We trust the future may perfect, The work thy hands have wrought. Washington! O Washington! March on to victory. For honor bright ‘gainst wrong for right, Spread learning everywhere; Truth Purity, thy white and blue. With banner held unfurled; Great deeds we’ll dare; Do each his share. We’ll die for Washington. CHORUS Washington! O Washington! Thy name shall be our guide; lor God and man in every land, We’ll live for Washington. Words by Mrs. I.. D. Shivery Music by Graham W. Jackson

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IF ho Are IFief Wc arc what makes America tick. We are what American men and women are dying for on the battlefronts. Wc arc the hope of tomorrow . . . Who arc wc? Wc Arc Young America!! It is for us that Uncle Sam rations his foods—that wc might have plenty. It is for us that our nation has risen to arms against tyranny and injustice, not for our parents' or grandparents' sake, for they have lived or are dead and gone; but for Young America, so that we might never have to live again through the horrors of war. Wc are very definite strong weapons rolling off Freedom’s Assembly Line. We, as graduates of high school, have been forged, tempered and shaped and polished on the line. Education, Knowledge, Truth arc our secret weapons. Wc arc now fully armed to fight side by side with our brothers and sisters on the war and homefronts. We will fight a winning battle with the guns wc carry. The zero hour has come with the sounding of the graduation march. We go forward to receive our diplomas as the signal for attack is given. Wc must use all our skills to fight this battle, for the enemy is cunning and will not be caught napping. Who arc wc? . . . Wc arc Young America and have risen to cast our lot with all the Love and Brotherhood in the world. Wc will win this battle for Right, and when the din and noise of strife is o’er, who then shall dare say that Youth has been negligent of its duty? Rebecca Marie Jackson, President, Senior Class, '44