Covington High School - Puffs and Patches Yearbook (Covington, VA)

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Eisturp nf the Glass uf 1924 --QQ HE art of preserving history is one of the old- est sciences. Before any process was evolved L for its preservation, history was kept alive by tradition. It teaches the earthly reward that awaits valor and victory, or courage and cowardice. But, it is my purpose tonight to recount to you the his- tory of the Class of '24, After many tedious years of application, a harvest of vast possibilities was sown in the year of 1920 by thirty- two green laborers who were called the Freshmen of C. H. S. During that First season the thirty-two laborers enjoyed all privileges that ever attend Freshmeng the reaping of the harvest seemed to us far distant. Although we were eager its coming, we did not miss the pleasures that came our way. Then in our Sophomore year, under the intiuence of the coalition of our instructors and our own efforts, the cultiva- tion of the harvest progressed, although our numbers had been increased to thirty-nine. XVe felt our destiny to be marked out and we were striving to eliminate the tares, in order to fulfill it. Not fearing the outcome, but living up to the ideals set before usg not forgetting the immediate duties while planning for the harvest. VVe found on entering the third year that to thirty-six of our number was left to us the completion of the work we had started together. Although with fewer numbers, our steadfastness was not diminished. VVe felt the first throb- bings of the desire to realize the fulhlling of our efforts. VVe sensed the nearing of the end, and so persevered through the remaining months.

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QBur Glass uf '24 The hour has come, dear classmates, all To bid a last farewell, Cnr parting ways bring unshed tears VVhen on the past we dwell. VV e stand upon the Future's brink 3 Our High School days are o'er. W'e leave today the past we loved, Our Class of '24. W'e've breasted many a steep incline, lVe've trod the beaten pathg Rough-hewed the way for coming years, Knew no such word as fail. XVe've stood together rain or shine, For four long years and more. VVe'll start upon life's voyage now Our Class of '24. VV e know not what the future holds Out on the boundless seag Our ship may touch in many a port, Distant each port may be. Keep bright the colors gold and blue As we've tried to do of yore. To the future class we throw the torch, Our Class of '24. -Rum blmz Hfwsiz, Class Poet '24

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The sands in the hour-glass of Father Time seemed to trickle through faster. NN'e found ourselves in our Senior Year, with mixed emotions we realized the magnitude of our undertaking, more so, as we could remember the seasons that had passed. They have passed, but the effect can not be obliterated. X-Ve could now discern clearly, not only the harvest, but also what its culmination meant to us. The reward of all of our struggling, for We have won through our vigorous endeavors a fair heritage and it is ours to make or mar. The knowledge acquired and associated with interest- ing details will be indefinitely retained. The times that have tried our souls are over, the harvest is reaped. VVe stand today upon the threshold of newly-made ambitions which will carry us into the struggle of the World around us. It may carry ns into the world of letters or into the limitless employments of the business life. The dangers are more subtle and menacing, but if our ideals be worth the struggle they need not affright ns. Undaunted we await what' lies before us in the untried fields of life, never forgetting the painstaking labor of our faculty who have freely given us such valuable instruction. VVe, the Class of '24, have not set our ideal too high, we have done our duty and an abund- ant harvest is ours. -EVELYN A. PEDIGO, Historian. :if v f'--'M Niece, - 'sis pflrvw we K' G63 - ffgijires QQ Qsgtgiir- . 6x,'1 H ,ffogU 1g39ggQ9.' L 105 Qi if 3 Avi