Harrodsburg High School - Harrodian Yearbook (Harrodsburg, KY)

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PUPILS WITH TWENTY CREDITS MARTHA COMINGO GEORGE EDWARDS CHARLES WADE GERTRUDE PARSONS VELOIS S1NKH0RN RICHARD JOHNSON BILL SULLIVAN RENA W LAWSON MARY E HOWARD LOUISE DAVENPORT MARY E. TYLER -21- iV

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY May we pause for a brief rest on our journey to review some of the main points of interest in our travel during the last four years. The differences in circumstance and environment had made each year a little tour in itself. While the way we were to follow was well marked out, we have found it necessary at times to detour; and again we were not able correctly to interpret the road signs we would encounter. Every road had its ups and downs. At times, cheered by the radiant sunshine and songs of birds, we traveled smoothly along the high places. Again we dipped into gloomy valleys whose pitfalls we avoided only by accident or extreme effort. Four years ago seventy-seven boys and girls enrolled in a roving, frolickliig company. Green? Yes - - still enjoying the bliss of ignorance save for the vexations often afforded by those who were more advanced than we. We lingered along the little footpath without care or ambition, just wondering where our exploring around the next bend or over the hill would lead. Before we reached the first stopping-place at mid-year, however, we had joined other tourists in their various activities and felt that we were indeed one with the company moving steadily toward a destined goal. After a brief rest, during which we took an inventory of our stock and trade and found that the assets exceeded our liabilities, we pushed on. We rested during the summer and resumed our journey in September. Our guides of the previous year had opened for us a gate which led into a long winding lane which we found to be easier to follow. We had grown used to travel by this time, and the mountains of the last year seemed only mole hills. Of course, the destination of all was not the same; and by this time each member of the company had decided at what place he would stop. The activities of the party were the same as last year, and with greater effort we were able to travel farther and faster besides taking part in recreational facilities afforded at the different stop-ping-places. In the distance we could see two companies of people going in the same direction whose superior knowledge of the road kept them far in advance, and we knew there was no possibility of our over-taking them because of the handicap of one and two years. We ventured to ascend quite a long hill and turned into the macadamized road bearing the sign Juniorville.” Our change from lower to higher ground was a unique experience for us. Since the road was so different and we were not seasoned travelers by any means, we found many problems, one of which was the making of arrangements for an entertainment at 8 beautiful inn for those just ahead of us who had completed the journey. We succeeded, after resorting to many different means of raising the necessary funds. This event closed the year and we found ourselves possessed of great dignity and much wisdom. After our usual summer’s rest we entered the broad, paved highway marked by a very small road sign. A joyous crowd we were—leaders of a long procession plodding toward a coveted goal. Our watchword may well have been, “One for All and All for One,” fo-r a more congenial group never passed this way before. Perfect harmony prevailed until the question of commencement costumes arose, and it seemed a battle between the “ayes” and “noes” was not only probable, but as many thought, imminent; but four years’ consideration for others and forgetfulness of self triumphed, and an amicable decision was reached. The coventional white dress with roses outnumbered the scholarly caps and gowrns, and peace once more prevailed. As we drew near our journey’s end. our spirits rose higher and higher, and we were prone to forsake the beaten path for the pleasant byways; but the gleam which we had followed for four years beckoned, and keeping our eyes upon it, we pressed on, for we knew that there was the trail’s end. At the urgent request of some of our fellow travelers, we paused for one last evening of frivolity, through which ran an undercurrent of sadness, for we realized we had reached the parting of the ways and the time had come when good-byes must be said. Some of us. no doubt, will choose to go on farther on the road that leads to fame and fortune; while others will be content to follow the sequestered vales and pathways. But neither the blaze of distinction nor the dim light of mediocrity can obscure the memories of those who led and those who traveled with us—the faithful, conscientious leaders and the thoughtful, generous fellow'-travelers who were instrumental in crowning our efforts with success and happiness. VELOIS SINKHORN. -20-

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FAREWELL OUR DEAR H. H. S. Words and Music By Joe Daugherty To the white and the blue, We have tried to be true, Through our short years with you. And as we go our way, We feel we must say, Farewell, our dear H. H. S. We’ve had our hardships. And we’ve struggled on each day. Though we hate to leave you now, We have to go our way. So we’ll just say adieu, We will soon be leaving you, Farewell, our dear H. H. S. We can say we are glad, For teachers we have had, And all our classmates, too. When the Juniors take our place, May they keep our learning pace, To save our white and our blue. We’ve reached our goal at last And leave for separate ways, Memories of fun in school Will last through all our days. Now we leave and we say, As we go our many ways, Farewell, our dear H. H. S. -22-