Henderson State University - Star Yearbook (Arkadelphia, AR)

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r Henderson-Brown’s Honor Roll Louis Agee Wesley Crowder Lee Huches Byron Allbauch Grady Culbreath Robert Jackson Paul Allbauch Joe Dawson Key John Orro Allen Floyd Day Roy John Dewey Beals G. B. Dean Henderson Kaufman Benjamin Bell Horace Doak Ed Kent Earl Berry Erskine Dollarhide Aubrey Key Frank Bland Gus Dollarhide Freeman Key Georce Boone l lERDEkT DrENNON Marcus Key Willie Bcoker Lester Duke Charles Kyle Judson Bradford Ned Echols Nick Kupferle Fred Bradley Arthur Edmondson Will Lee Georce Bradley Grover Encland Robert Licon Virgil Broach Morris Few Carl Love Cy Brown Robin Few Locke Love Graham Brown Homer Fletcher Floyd Lumley Gus Brown Dale Foster Leigh Mann Hal Brown Richard Fowler Elmo Marsh Jerome Brown Luther Franklin Glen Martel William Burforo Rufus Garland Clack Martin L. J. Byrd Cecil Gee Henry Martin Charles Cace Earl Golden Melborne Martin Frf.d Caldwell Hamp Goodcame W. C. Martin Joseph Callaway John Graham Harry Mayo Clair Carcile Horace Greene Curtis Meade Warren Chamberlain Warren Gullecce Oliver Meador Olin Chambers Lucie Hall Carl Mehaffy John Chidester Thomas Harkins Charles Mehaffy Frank Chowninc Evans Harrell Olin Mills Andrew Christie Charles Haycood Fred Moore Robert Clark Nelms Y. Henry Harvey Moore Tom Clark Georce Hiccins Van Moores Herman Clements John H. Hinemon, Jr. Clyde Morehead Edcar Cloud John O. Holliday SCRIVEN MULDROW Jerry Collins Tom Huddleston Frank McCarroll Clarence Croswell Walter Huff Harmon McCarroll Clyde Croswell Walter McCarroll (8)

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To Our Dead E were denied the sad privilege of placing flowers upon the casket of our dear young friends or of dropping a tear upon their graves. Probably there were no caskets and we know not where their graves might be found. We only know that they sleep somewhere in the sacred soil of France, a soil made sacred by the hallowed dust of those who died for us. For all the future the very word, France, will have for us a new, sweet meaning. It will no longer suggest the home of follies and frivolity, to us it will be the land where our heroes bled, the land where our loved ones died. For us evermore the flowers of France will have a richer beauty and a sweeter fragrance, for they are watered with the blood of cur loved ones, and the French music will have for us a new note, it will remind us of the glory of those who gave themselves for the holiest cause for which man ever died. France is no longer the exclusive possession of the French; it is ours, too, bought with the blood of our own. To her warm bosom we have committed our sacred dead. May her breezes blow softly, may her dews descend gently where they sleep. “O blessed sleep, that will not break For tears, nor prayers, nor love’s sweet sake, O perfect rest that knows no pain, No throb, no thrill of heart or brain. Rung by rung our young friends were ascending the ladder that was to lift them up to broader fields of usefulness, when lo, they heard a cry, a distress cry, a cry from across the sea. It was the cry of human liberty with the bloody hand of a despot at her throat. Forgetting themselves, their hopes, their ambitions, their all. they answered the call; they made the supreme sacrifice. Liberty again walks untrammelcd upon the earth; Freedom sends her glad shout across the world; Peace in all her smiling beauty sits enthroned and the loving Heavenly Father, knowing no richer reward, has bestowed upon our boys a mansion in the skies. Do we weep that those so young should die? God docs not measure lives in length of days but by service done. He lives most who runs best in all things, great and small. But, dear boys, you have earned it well. For your life’s battle; arc o’er; for you life’s crown is won. Over the stars of blue that represent your names upon our service flag we have placed stars of gold. The rich yellow to symbolize the harvest time, the gold to symbolize the richness of the gift you placed upon the altar, and the star of blue as beacon lights to us. We do not say good-bye; we shall see you again and say a glad good morning. (7)

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Tom McQuace I Iako:.d Norris Dewey Owen Emmett Parker Sam Parker Tom Parks Clayton Patterson Doyle Phillips John Phillips Harry Pinnix John G. Pipkin Vance Posey Paul S. Powell F.rnest Powlezce Jesse Pumphrey Robert Ray Lloyd Reed Reuben Reed Charles C. Reed. Jr. Cecil Riccin PiTr Riccin Robert Richarlson Bunyan Riley Hencerson Rocers Clem Rorie V. T. Rowland Herman Runyan Paul Russell Abner Sage James D. Shaver Harrison Shepherd Auerey Sloan Grady Smith Robert Smith Frank Steed Will Stepp Edwin Stitt Claude Stone Audrey Strait Georce Taylor Clint Thcmfson Cooper Thweatt James Thwf.att Albert Tidball Jack Tieball Robert Tucker Dudley Tull Lyle Turner Webster Turner Percy Turrentine Roy Turrentine Harry Vetter Ellis Wace Victor Wallace Eric Walsh Marvin Warwick John Warnock William Weicemyer Lesta West William White Will Whiteside Lee 'Widener Howell Wilson Walker Wilson Edwin Williford John Woods James Workman Charles Wricht Frank Wricht Lafayette Wricht James Young (9)