Huntington High School - Huntingtonian Yearbook (Newport News, VA)

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JOHN G, HARRIS As a fond mother, when the day iSO Er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor, Still gazing at them through the open door, Nor wholly reassured and com- TOLLeu. By promises of others in their stead, Which, though more splendid, may not please him more; So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so cently, that we go Scarce knowing if we want to go or stay, Being too full of sleep to understand How far the unknown transcends the what we know. -- Longfellow Iu Memtrwum Softly the stars are gleaming Upon a precious grave, Where sleepeth without dreaming One we loved but could not save. He bade no one a last farewell, He said good-bye to none, His loving heart had ceased to beat Before we knew he had gone. God gave us strengthito faces And courage to bear the blow; And what it meant to lose him, No one but God will ever know. -- Unknown DOLUIE Dyes Lut

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“THEY SHALL NOT GROW OLD AS WE THAT ARE LEFT GROW OLD: AGE SHALL NOT WEARY THEM NOR THE YEARS CONDEMN. AT THE GOING DOWN OF THE SUN AND IN THE MORNING WE WILL REMEMBER THEM. -- BENYON ISAAC HARPS In MEMORIAM

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OLD MAIN ENTRANCE A GROWING HUNTINGTON With the ever-increasing enrollment in the schools of today, it becomes even more important that adequate pro- visions be made to meet the demands of the society. Hunt - ington, in fulfilling its edu- cational obligation, has stretched her boundaries from 30th to 35th Street and from Orcutt to Wickham. COMMERCIAL AND INDUSTRIAL EDU- CATION DEPARTMENTS. SHIPYARD COMMUNITY CENTER