Hartsville High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Hartsville, SC)

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to duty, in the uplift of our neighbors—yea, sometimes, perhaps, in unavailing pain and heartache and tears. There is no limit to the possibilities of our attainments. Let us put our best into life and the best will come back to us. “They say that life is a highway. And the milestones are its years; And now and then there’s a toll-gate Where you pay your way with tears. It’s a rough road and a steep road, And it stretches broad and far; But at last it leads to a golden town Where golden houses are.” Mildred Miller, ’27. 28

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VALEDICTORY Dear Friends, Teachers and Classmates: Tonight the little boat bearing the Class of 1927 rests at the bending of life’s stream, and we pause awhile to draw in a deep breath for the task that lies ahead. We have come thus far together, enjoying the smooth waters, struggling in the rough weather, laughing with the sunshine, sorrowing with the rain. As we reach this bend the deep and unknown channels of life’s voyage loom suddenly before us, frightening us so with their windings and turnings that we are almost resolved to drop the oars and to let our bark drift whithersoever it may. But if we only look back we can see that the distance we have come is short, and that the banks are still close. It would be pleasant to linger here where the waves are calm, where wc are still together. But larger waters are calling us, and tonight we turn our faces toward deeper streams of active life. Before we go from this quiet channel, we must stop to thank our friends and our teachers who have striven so earnestly to make our journey easier, and to turn out real men and true women from the raw material handed them. To our teachers especially we wish to express our heartfelt appreciation for their patience with us, their interest in us, and their kindness toward us. They have shielded us from rough winds; they have warned us of the evil rocks and shoals. Our thoughts of them shall ever be filled with appreciation for their thoughtfulness. Mr. Thornwell, and members of the Board of Trustees, we realize that it is your silent influence at work that has laid the foundation for this hour and has made it possible for us to stand before you tonight. You have given us our compass and our chart and have piloted us through fair and stormy weather. Though we are going into deeper channels, we feel your eyes will follow us ever. May .you see our colors wave ever high as signals of promise and grateful resolution. Classmates, tonight we seem to have reached the end of our course. We have paddled together through the school-waves behind us, but eacli must row forth alone into deeper channels to come, wherever and into whatever they may lead. Let us, as the billows of life force us apart, keep our green and white, with all that they signify to each of us, ever flying at the mast-head; and so, let us face every duty of the unknown waters bravely and boldly, the principles of honor ever turning the pilot-wheel as we sail to success. Our pilots have striven to impart to us some of their high ideals. Now we are going forth to sign our pames to life’s promissory note, “For value received, I promise to pay.” The value we have received in classes, in lessons, in our associations with our friends. Now life is demanding our promise to pay—not in dollars and cents—but in service, in faithfulness 27

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Mr. and Mrs. Hungerpiller Entertain. One of the most pleasant functions of commencement week for the graduating class of the Hartsville High School was the original party given them by Principal and Mrs. J. C. Hungerpiller, Tuesday evening. This affair was held at their suburban home and the guests included the High School Faculty, Board of Trustees and a few friends. The long living room was decorated entirely in the Class Colors of Green and White, the blossoms of the yucca plant and English daisy being used in profusion. When the guests arrived only a soft low light burned in the room but later the many candles were lit which brought to view the table piled with dainty tissue paper packages, and a radio horn in a corner. The first stunt was a burlesque meeting of the Senior Class given by some of the Faculty and Trustees. This evoked much merriment and the class had no trouble in recognizing themselves. Next came a voice from the radio, which wras soon recognized as that of a former High School teacher, Mrs. Charles Kupfer, who now lives in New York. She said she had asked for the privilege of giving this class, whom she had formerly taught, a final examination and would therefore ask each to come forward as his name w’as called and answer his question. The first question was put to the whole body and after that they w’ere called up singly or in groups. The examination was as witty and clever as the original has always been and following the answer a package was presented to the student by Mrs. Hungerpiller marked in Mrs. Kupfer’s writing with his or her name and the word “Congratulations.” Each contained an attractive souvenir suitable to the individual. After extending them good w'ishes the radio signed off and each one present felt as if he had had a call from Mrs. Kupfer. Block ice cream in the Class Colors with cakes decorated with w’hite roses, the Class Flower, was served with mints by the hostess and her little daughters. The Roman Banquet On May ninth the Virgil Class of the Hartsville High School was entertained by the Cicero Class at a Roman Banquet. The spacious room w’as lavishly decorated in Roman style. The guests reclined on couches surrounding the room, and candles burned brightly in silver candelabra. As the guests in Roman costumes assembled, Woodrow Lewis gave the invocation to Jupiter. As in the case of all Roman banquets, the feast began with eggs and ended with apples. The courses consisted of “Ova in Latuca,” “Aves in Pane,” “Oliviae,” “Sicco,” “Neuces,” “Salada Fruc-tus,” “Vinum,” and “Mala Ruba.” Slaves passed perfumed water and tow'els between each course as the Romans used only spoons. The program during the evening was as follows: “Roman Customs” by Margaret Phoebe Reynolds: “History of Our Latin Club” by Dorothy McDonald, President of the Carrollum Forum 1926-27; “Poem On the 29