Hartsville High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Hartsville, SC)

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 CLASS POEM I am thinking today of the years that have passed Since our class started in school together, Of the frolics and fun, of the hard tasks we’ve done And struggles in all kinds of weather. When I think of the patience, justice and truth, Of our honored teachers so kind, I’ll forgive that they ordered this poem I write, And attempt it through great stress of mind. The class that has finished in this school today Is large in its number, odd forty; May good luck attend us throughout coming years Though at times we all have been naughty. We’ve fallen far short of what we should have And we admit that it gives us sadness, But the thought that our teachers forgive and forget Fills our hearts with great joy and gladness. If we all profit by the examples we’ve had In cheerfully doing our duty, Though we stand high or low, be rich or poor, Our lives will be filled with rare beauty. Now, good-bye, we say, and pass on with strong hearts, In the race that we each of us must run, We all are equal now—may we find us a place Of great service ere life’s work is done. 19 Sara Howle, ’27.

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Debaters. Our negative team, of which Rachel Miller was a member, won second place in the State. In athletics we, too, played a great part. Six girls and seven boys from our ranks made the different athletic teams and were awarded block letters. An Honor Society was organized in our school this year. Our class was intensely interested in this society and look forward to the influence that it will have for good in the school. Before we leave our dear old school, we wish to thank the entire faculty for what they have done for us. Three words can express our sentiments —“we are grateful.” And now' the history of our high school career ends. We look back over the events which have composed it, and give a thought to the experience that is to follow'. And now, when wre are about to leave the school that we have loved so long, W'e think of pleasant happenings, and perhaps of some misfortunes, of some things that w'e should have done differently or should have omitted altogether, and of some in w’hich w'e find complete satisfaction and joy. Hereafter we will each go our own way. But never will we forget old Hartsville High School, our beloved Alma Mater! Dorothy McDonald, ’27. 18

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THE WILL OF THE SENIOR CLASS We, the Senior Class of 1927, in forty individual and distinctive parts, being about to pass out of this sphere of education, in full possession of a crammed mind, well trained memory, a strained energy, and almost super-human understanding, do make and publish this, our last will and testament, hereby revoking and making void all former wills and promises. First. We do direct that our funeral services shall be conducted by our friends, our superintendent and his wise faculty, who have been our guardians for so long, only asking that our funeral be carried on with all dignity and seriousness that our worth, attainment, and position as Seniors, must certainly have deserved. As to such estate as it has pleased the fates and our strong hands and brain to win for us, we do dispose of the same as follows: One. We, The Senior Class, do will and bequeath to our Superintendent, Mr. J. H. Thornwell, and our Principal, Mr. J. C. Hungerpiller, our sincere affection, our deepest reverence, our heartiest gratitude, and the whole unlimited of our eternal memory. It shall be their’s to watch every step of our upward and onward flitting, to note each trial, each attempt, each victory, each success and honor that we may achieve in the arena of the world and to accept for themselves, as interest on our deathless debt, every ounce of the praise, every iota of the honor, knowing that it is all due to their faithful instructions. Two. We give and bequeath to our dear Faculty—who have been our instructors in all the wisdom of the ages—a sweet and unbroken succession of restful nights and peaceful dreams. No longer need they lie awake through the long watch of the night to worry over the uncertainty of whether this one is doing her night work or that one will have his math for the morning class, or the other one will remember every ironclad rule of compositional technique in the preparation of her essay. It has been a long strain on them for Seniors are said to be at all times, and under all conditions, difficult to manage. But they have all done their duty, and verily now shall they have their well earned reward. We also give all amazing and startling knowledge and information that we have furnished them from time to time in our examination papers. Three. To the Freshmen we leave our utmost sympathy. Four. To the Sophs we leave any overlooked mounds of gum that we may have left adhering to the underside of desks, banisters, or any likely or unlikely places. We have sometimes had to rid ourselves of them in too much haste to be able to pick and choose the most desirable means of disposal. Five. To the Juniors we leave our dignity, and our Senior privileges. The following may seem but trifling bequests, but we hope they may be accepted, not as worthless things lavishly thrown away because we can 20