Cleburne High School - Santa Fe Trail Yearbook (Cleburne, TX)

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MEMOIRS OF CLEBURNE HIGH SCHOOL I Claude L. White All men counted with him. Fred Winsor He was not here to play, to dream or to drift. Bernice Bayless Her looks were like beams of the morning sun. Alice Scott All orators are dumb when Beauty plcadeth. Earl Russell Still water runs deep. Udell Gray She walked in the fair land of dreams. Mattie Lou Cooper Had a twinkle in her eye Always as she passed us by. Jane Margaret Barlow A milliona-'re cf mirth. Ray Flatt He holds his noblest ambition On earth is to live as a man. Jewell Campbell Beauty lives with kindness.

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MEMOIRS OF CLEBURNE HIGH SCHOOL ..--ii i’ Farewell Chant o’ the Seniors Four years ago when as tremulous Freshmen we entered C. II. S., the color green predominated, hut now that the years have passed, we have taken wisdom for a mate, leaving our youthful foolishness behind. We are graduating seniors! There is nothing ahead but the world for us to conquer and what is a little thing like the world? Did not Napoleon say “There shall be no Alps” (and while all that Napoleon said ain’t in the Bible, still an il- lustration is an illustration.) Besides if we lose materially there will always be the gratification of our culture. No one can diminish that. When we get lonesome we can translate a chapter of Virgil, work an original in Geometry, or deliver a lecture on “Work and Win” for ainus ment. How great are the possibilities before us! In all seriousness, however, we leave Cleburne II' h, which we cherish so dearly, fully conscious of the “Hills Ahead.” But with confidence, which we trust does not approach conceit, we feel that “the hills ahead look hard- er than they are.” For this is in keeping with the opti- mism of our school. With applied and diligent effort, we feel that we may attain the ih’ngs worth while, just as we acquired our High School education thru these mediums. As to the future we join the Cheerful Brother in saying “Here's Hopin’.” Our journey thru Cleburne High School was we ry at times, but now that we are leaving for tgood, there is both joy and sadness in the departure. There is joy in having completed the task, coupled with the beauty of being able to look forward. Sadness comes in the thought that there days of youth, of dreams, of spring, and of love, are receding into the shad- ows to dwell in the memories of the heart. )—

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10 MEMOIRS OF CLEBURNE HIGH SCHOOL Ethel Sanders I would not know too much— —too much to smile Leon Flatt He («ime up smilin’, good fer him! Willard Streetman I have bargained with life for a penny. Mary Ellen Westbrook What is beauty? ’Tis the stainless soul within That outshines the fairest skin. Louise Hartzog To be without pretense or sham, Exactly what men tlrnk I am. Olia Harrell This is my creed: To shun the sloughs In whi h the foolish wallow. Marie Chamber! A heart unspotted is not eas- ily daunted. Robert McDonald Honest, patient, brave and true, Doing what he found to do. Cecil Riley Always had a gentle smile And a kindly word to say. Elizabeth Meacham Gladness is the tenant of her heart.