Girls High School - Halcyon Yearbook (Atlanta, GA)

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66 !, 8 In-MJ! Cfeale a WUI' J . 0 A vision in filmy white, gliding down a long path, surrounded by smiling relatives and admir- ing friends-graduation and the consummation of three years at Girls High School! But that is not all that we seniors of the class of 1946 will remember when we think back to the happy years spent among the traditions of 89 graduating classes before us. The first step down the aisle will recall our Hrst steps in Girls High. Those were timorous, hesitant steps, the steps that Severed the Cords of childhood from the tangled threads of Growing Up . Our first step down the aisle will lead usinow to the outside world, where we shall prove the worth of our education, and the ability to take our responsibilities in our swiftly- changing world. Our second step down the graduation path, with the daring bows of our graduation dresses swishing as admiring glances pass our way, has already calmed the excitement of graduating. We know that we are headed in the right direction. Perhaps that is the way we felt as juniors, when we realized that the metamorphosis was in its last stages, and that we were in the midst of all the life of Girls High-its sports, its drama, and most of all, its school spirit. What are we now, walking with triumphant steps and dignified mien? We are a composite of all the history of America, of all the hopes for a tolerant peace, and of all the dreams of youth. We are the products of a machine vibrating with the warmth of three years' friendships with students and teachers in an atmosphere of idealistic tradition. We must NOT fail to do our work well in the world, we cannot be returned marked K'Unfit . The world waits for us. We are the hope of mankind. On us is the burden of building the permanent foundation of peace. Through education we must build tolerance of people and of nations. Each poignant, but carefree, memory recalls to us our three years of character building. Re- member Aggonie, the senior mascot? And can you forget the dramatic club crow, his black sheen speckled Widl the dates of the Winning classes? Our dates, '44, '45, and '46, shone in our faces, for we were the only class to win the crowd three years in succession! We are one step nearer to our diploma, but we have a feeling of unreality that we aren't these girls. They must be other girls, from other classes and other years. But, no. We have assembled together to bid farewell to another part of our lives, and again we are severing the cords which narrow our vision , we shall again undergo a metamorphosisv, this time adjusting to the responsibilities of heavier demands. We must create a world based upon mutual friendship and tolerance. Remember the senior play, the athletic hikes, the mascot monkey, the glee club and class songs, the bulletin boards, the campaigns and drives, the work, the teachers, the girls, and know that education is not what we know, but how we use it. Each memory of friendship and service is a step nearer the goal Good Citizenship. We are a guide for those who will come after us, we are the hope of those who came before us. 24

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