Franklin High School - Laurel Leaf Yearbook (Franklin, NC)

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Tin CLASS HISTORY There was a patter of feet along the street and the murmer of many small voices. What could be so important this September morn? Why were so many little children excited? Cause enough I should think! We, the class of ’29, weree that morning beginning our pilgrimage to the shrine of knowledge. Our way was a long and difficult one with many pitfalls. The road led through beautiful valleys called the Primaries; these we crossed happily together. But after leaving the valleys our way led us across the rugged mountain ranges known as Grammar grades. Here, along the rough paths of Arithmetic and Georgraphy, many of the faint hearted fell by the wayside but the sturdier pilgrims marched on. It was a happy group that descended the last slope to Examination Harbor and happier still when they received their passports to embark on the voyage across the High School ocean. This four year voyage is the most interesting part of the journey. Prof. A. L. Bramlett was High Admiral of the fleet. There was some confusion on the flag ship English. She had three captains in succession the third being Mrs. Franks who still commands the English even with Port Graduation in sight. For nine long months the fleet sailed on Freshman Sea, but at last reached Vacation Island. Here Prof. G. L. Houk was put in command of the fleet. We became acquainted with Mr. Houk during the last part of our journ ey across the Grammar Grade mountains and everyone had faith in his unsurpassed ability to perform the duties of High Admiral of this fleet. Leaving Vacation Island we sailed along Sophomore Roads for nine more months. During these months we were saved from being dashed to pieces against the Latin Rocks by our capable pilot, Miss Mozely. We spent three months in Port Summer, where many remained when the fleet again sailed. Our commander led us directly from Port Summer into Junior Straits. Here we found the sailing rough. And it was here that our faith in our commander was justified. For nothing but his indomitable spirit and skillfu management could have ever led us through the maze of hidden reefs and sunken rocks. However, he had the straits well chartered and with seeming ease he steered us through the hazy course of Algebra and and with an ever watchful eye he directed us through the dense fogs of Physical Georgraphy. May our praise for our Admiral ring forever! During our passage through the Straits several of our beloved fellow pilgrims were swept overboard. I have heard since that a few of them were rescued and that they are still working toward their destination, namely, the Shrine of Knowledge. After spending three months at Port Rest we plunged into the turbu¬ lent waters of the Senior Sea. This last days of our pilgrimage was the most difficult of all. W e sailed in the very teeth of a strong History gale and Geometry waves waves swept our decks. Not only this but we barely missed being dashed to splinters on the French Rocks. Forked tongues of Physics tore our canvas to ribbons, yet we pulled the ropes as one man with strength born ot despair and slowly but surely we won our way toward our journey’s end.

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THE LAUREL LEAF CLASS POEM ’Tis eventide, the day is done, High school days o’er—life beckons on, No poignant words hath power to tell, The saddness of today’s farewell. We scan the backward path and sigh, Life’s hills ahead loom mountains high. Dear faculty, each one true blue Should we succeed, all praise to you. Yours was the firm, but gentle hand, That pointed to a promised land, Yours too, the head and heart amain That set us new goals to attain. The lighted torch held high by fame May someday blazon Franklin’s name, The keeper of the future scroll Some name for ’29 unroll Bright future stars, illume our sky, Adieu, farewell, to Franklin High. If down the dim and distant years, We meet with dangers, pitfalls, snares, Keep the faith and falter never, True to White and Gold forever, Let the light from our example shine, O’er those who follow class’29. —Mary Sue Cunningham 4 Page Twenty two 1 929