Harrodsburg High School - Harrodian Yearbook (Harrodsburg, KY)

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Page 22 THE HARRODIAN 1941 TWENTY CREDIT PUPILS Lois Gordon J. W. Sims Andora Brown Jimmy Kelghtley Valoise Terhune C. B. Yates Anno Mary Simms Chester Scott Virginia Balden Billy Smith Mary Catherine Hopper Kenneth Mitchell

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1941 THE HARRODIAN Page 21 SENIOR HISTORY On September 3. 1937, a covered wagon loaded with green freshmen started on the first lap of a four year journey through the land of high school. As we started out we were all excited and did not know just what to expect, but our confidence grew as the end of the first lap of our struggle drew near. All in all, the first lap was a great success and one to which we point with pride. Many of our classmates excelled in scholarship, athletics, and dramatics, some promise of better things was given by a few. In September, 1938, we boarded the steamboat which was to carry us over Sophomore River for the next few months. After everyone was aboard, we found that three of our number, all being young ladies, had fallen off into the deep sea of matrimony. We were saddened by the death of one of our best liked boys as he left us to journey on in that better world beyond. This lap of our journey was smoother and easier than the previous one since we knew what was to be done and how to do it. We had boys on the football and basketball teams. We took part in all the school activities, including a play, dramatics and acting of different types. When we left the steamboat to board the train which was to carry us on our Junior Journey, we looked back on our two years in High School Land with pride. As our train left the station we took on new duties and responsibilities, the greatest of which was to give the Seniors a reception at the end of the year. In order to do this we worked hard all year, editing a school paper, selling soft drinks, and giving the Junior Play which was a great success. As the third lap drew to a close and our train drew in at the station, we looked back and found that we had successfully accomplished all our tasks and were now ready for the last quarter of our trip. In the modern transport plane. Senior Days, we started on the last lap of our thrilling journey which had already given us so much pleasure. We decided to make the Senior part of our journey the most outstanding in choosing our class officers and members of the annual staff. Each member of the senior class attacked his duties vigorously. The football and basketball team worked hard to give us their best, our class officers lead us well, the annual staff showed great ability in producing the yearbook. We had some excellent scholars and our dramatic club made good records in school days and in tournament competition. Our Senior Play was even a greater success than our Junior Play had been. As our plane glided gently to land at Education Field, Harrodsburg, Kentucky, May 30, 1941, we were sorry that we had reached the end of our journey, but there were other duties waiting for us as the citizens of tomorrow. Yes, our voyage is over, but what memories it leaves! What a world of strength and wealth it will be to us; what a guide and foundation it will be in choosing our life’s work. It will be a pride and joy to us forever. We must leave now, but in days to follow we will never forget our High School days and those who have made them possible. To our parents and our teachers we owe a great debt of gratitude and to them we give our sincerest thanks. To the world before us we say, “Hello,”; to those who follow us, Best wishes for the same joys and successes that we have had.” And now a closing thought: O Classmates! My Classmates! This happy voyage is done, The bell I hear, The port is near. The people all are shouting A glad and cheerful welcome to the Class of ’41. EVERETT NOEL.

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1941 THE HARRODIAN Page 23 In this our parting song, We say to you, Though we were right or wrong. We fought for you, And in the future years We ll do the same we know There’ll be a thousand cheers Where’er we go. We thank you Harrodsburg High For things we know And it is with a sigh We have to go, And in this world we face We never can erase The fun that was the best At H. H. S.