Glencoe High School - Glen Memoir Yearbook (Glencoe, AL)

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MRS CATHERINE CAMPBELL A B , Howard MISS IOSEPHINE BOOKER A B, Momtevallo MRS DESSER ROBERTS BLS , Iacksorwrlle MISS ELLA STREET 7 BS, Iacksonvrlle , E Q2 S f MISS LORAINE WHORTON Iacksorrvrlle MISS BERTHA IOHNSON BS., Auburn MRS TILL BREEDEN IacI4som'rIIe MRS TINNIE STEPHENS SNEAD MISS LONA STREET B S, Iacksorwvrlle MISS IRMA STEPHENS B M , Sherwood Music School

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MR E S RLUNCKETT AB, jackwmrlle -MRS SARAH CHAPMAN C,u:IfCl'd Lomgmr re Schocl cf Commerce MR C XV. XVARD B S, Auburn MRS 1. W, FLOYD jacjksorwrlle Ulf: MARY C F' E Q , Etrb jgrvfg .WS E H EACWEL A F L ,Qr3'1, i' X'-'gcaffa MRS S B NELSCN c Q , jadfecmrrle M433 CARRIE ICHNSON B S , Auburn EEE

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0 Q44 Poem Classmates, rest we here a little While our life is yet at morn, Pause and voice the new emotion That of this glad hour are born. 'Tis the time which all has led to, Since we heard the first bell call, Summoning us to meet together ln the now familiar hall, Dear Old Schooll l-low much our day Here slowly led us on to know, l-low much then undreamed of Knowledge we are taking as we go. Faithfully we have toiled and Striven, pressing on with higher aim, Cravely eyeing with each other, Emulating men of fame. Here about the grounds we've Wandered, talking over all We've read, thinking thoughts Too deep for utterance, Dreaming what must ne'er be said, When we leaped into a future, Far as human brain might see, Saw the visions of our lives and the Wonders that might be. O Commencement! What ending That it seems to all our strife, But the gates that open Outward to a bigger, broader life! Classmates, may the crescent Promise of our spirit never set, But the fount of inspiration Cush through all our fancy yet. Wheresoever life may lead, a Long farewell to school we say, And to principal and teacher, Nevermore to point our way. Theres a blessing in my soul, Friends, welling from its deepest Part, gathering in its hold the Deepest, truest, throbbing of my heart Let it fall on our dear School And ever old friend, as we know Creat we must clasp each hand and Whisper, Good-bye, Classmates! as we go -CAYNOR ABLES, jllVIMY HAMBY