Brevard High School - Brevardier Yearbook (Brevard, NC)

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CLASS POEM -k Four long, weary years ago Our ship set sail one day, VVe weighed our anchor, dared each foe And slipped from the harboring bay. First we battled the Freshman Storm, And then the Sophomore Sea, lrlfith bright hopes we rounded the junior llorn And found Graduation on our lea. Tonight we have struclt the wishedelor shore. But do Ive rest here for evermore? Does this mean the end for our gallant harlt? N 'lt Or shall we sail on through the night so dar r VVe've had our troubles in the wartorn world, But drvdoclas weve never seen, For we've sailed a bark of friendship With ideals of noble esteem. Our aim has been high in the world, VVe've sailed with an eager yearning To lxeep our proud banners unfurlcd And the lamp of knowledge burning. Now we come to the end of this day, And we pause for a glance at the past. The ship that weve sailed in a gallant way, Seems to shout This isn't the last. Nor shall it be last, or beginning of end. But only the first-the start. ln this world together we can surely blend Lasting friendship in each Seniors heart. Tonight we go on, but the ship is returning To take on another crew. As we leave this port with the torch ever burning, Vve bid Brevard lligh fond adieu l PHILIP PRICE, Class Poet

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SENIOR SUPERLATIVES MUST POPULAR MOST LIKELY TO SUCCEED Eh-u1io1'King 3 ' - A ' ' ' I Y 'Q Pat Austin Johiuiy Summey I Yi.-il6OCiO1'G Czirianci BEST ALL-RUUND 'Carolyn Kimzcy MOST ORIGINAL Dot Guiiowziy Philip Price VViHium Tlimmison Alice English - W Y - 1..

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY 'A' As the curtain is drawn aside and the scene opens, 130 students wake up with a strange feeling on the morning of August 27, 1941. This was to be our first day in High School. VVQ sauntered down the hill that was soon to become so familiar, wondering what was ahead of us. After first going through the belt line, we meekly entered the door of knowledge. After some difficulty in finding our respective homerooms, we then tried to follow our schedules. VVe were dazed students lost in a maze of upperclassmenl llowf er, as the days passed we became familiar with the routine of high school. XVC werent ones to be slackers. Some of us joined the band while it lasted, others became members of the various clubs: Athletic, Glee, Commercial, Dramatic, Red Cross, and journalism. During this year the dark clouds of war descended over our country. To us, who had never known war, it did not seem real. The second act of our history opens as we once again make our way clown the hill in the fall of forty-two. Only this time things were different. VVe knew what to do and where to gofafter all we were seasoned veterans! Vve could even snub the freshmen. With the various warftime drives that were made, we thought more seriously about the war. Our competitive sports-football and basketball-were given up: articles that we desired were no longer to be found in the student storeg and Physical Education and First Aid were introduced as new subjects. Another change was having chapel during the last period instead of immediately before lunch time. Qui' plodding down the hill in the fall of forty-three opens the third act. With the coming of this year, we found we had more privileges and honors and held more responsible positions. VVhy shouldnt we, since we were juniors? But we were going to be different. After a year's absence we were once again thrilled by having a football team even if we didn't win any games. VVhen the time came to give the junior Play, we gave three one' act plays- The Florist Shop , The Travelers , and Henry's Mail-Qrder Wife -instezid of the traditional three-act play. ln the spring we entertained the seniors with the junior- Senior Banquet, which carried out the circus motif. Above the noise of a rain storm beat- ing on the tin roof of the hut, we carried out the program of this banquet. This year the war seemed very real to us. Several of our boys left the class in order to join the armed forces. The boys who remained also felt the results of war as they drilled and took calisthenics. As our fourth act opened in the fall of forty-four we trod down the old familiar hill a month later than usual because of the poliomyelitis epidemic. However, we got right down to work from the very beginning. But again we missed the familiar faces of sev- eral of our classmates as they either joined some branch of the service or went to college where they could finish school sooner. Our ranks had decreased to 58. Strange as it may seem, we didn't feel as we thought we would when we became seniors. Vve didn't really feel like seniors until in the fall when we received our rings, which bear the seal that we longed to wear. Again we had football-only this time a successful team that won five out of eight games. Several of us were on the Broadcaster staff, the Brevardier staff, the Student Councilg some held ofiices in student organizations, while others receiv- ed important honors. As a reward for our struggles we reach our final goal in high school when we receive our diplomas. Wlith graduation, we end the last scene of act four with sorrow in our hearts. After the curtain has closed on our four acts and we have traveled down the hill for the last time, we still won't forget our high school and what it has clone for us. We may at times have thought high school was of no use to us, but the future will tell whether that is true or not. VVe thank all our associates for their help in moulding our lives, and in return we, the future of America, hope in years to come to build a better world. PAT AUSTIN, H istorian.