Hayti High School - Council Yearbook (Hayti, MO)

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Ducimus Alii Sequantur The motto of the Senior Class is, “we lead, others follow, and in all respects it is true. We are the first senior class to graduate from the Hayti High School. Four years ago the school was un- classified and we have seen the school advance one step each year uhtil now we have the honor of graduating from a first class school. A school which, though comparatively young, ranks among the best in th'e State. We, as the first graduating class, have determined to set an example to be followed and to inspire all classes to follow. Upon our judgment; fell the selection of a suitable class pin, a pin which will not needtto be changed; one, of which, we may well be proud and in which no succeeding class can find fault. Wp t.hp crrhd liat.i nor oIqoc chnll mil n.-i flir, .Ur... «A The first commencement to be witnessed by the people of Hayti |ntb ours. These days of High School life are our best days and we intend that our commencement shall be a suitable climax to our - ■ •■'(schooUife. For our baccalaureate sermon we have secured Rever- end William J. Williamson, a gifted and able man. Manly J. Mum- ford will deliver our commencement address and one more suitable for the occasion could hardly be found. Last and one of the most important things of which this class is the first to do, not only in this school but in this part of the state, is the achievement of an annual which will represent the best efforts of our class and school. An annual, which we hope, to make worthy of our school and town, to justify the confidence placed in us and to gain and hold the support of all patriotic citizens and boosters. 1

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Class Prophesy Many, many years had passed since I had left the old home town, and I was no longer young. Now I was going back, if only for a few hours, on business. And my thoughts were going back to those friends of long ago, wondering if this one had changed; where that one was; or if others were still as happy as they had been. Suddenly the train stopped. My reverie was broken. Look- ing out of the window I saw a gang of surveyors standing and sitting near by. Several started off and one of them turned and shouted: “Hey! You, Ikey! Come along with that chain!” A man of medium height, heavily built, and with bushy, curly V. hair and beard, slowly arose, picked up the chain and followed the others. Not until the train started did I realize that this chain carrier bore a resemblance to Isaiah Paris. But, then, perhaps the name, “Ikey,” had suggested the resetnblance to me, for Isaiah had once said that he intended to be a civil engineer. As the train entered the suburbs of town I saw a newly built house, very rudely constructed, and which looked out of place in its surroun d- ings. A fel- fellow passenger, noticing my interest, said: “That is the new hospital, and there in the corner of the yard is Nurse Sprayberry, its founder.” I got only a glimpse of a tall, rather fleshy woman, dressed in a nurse’s uni- form. I wondered, if, by any chance, it could be Lillie, for her ambition had always been to be a trained nurse.