Hillsboro High School - EL Aquila Yearbook (Hillsboro, TX)

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l V A, M. FRAZIER FLETCHER W. WILLIAMS BERNICE BEAVERS Secretary JoE W. PATTERSON C. C. STUBBLEEIELD CLYDE TOMLINSON C. C. TITTLE President q3OCLFd off CE',d,LJ.CC1 Lou TO THE STUDENTS OF THE HILLSBORO JUNIOR COLLEGE AND HIGH SCHOOL: Greetings: The road to success is no rougher, no harder. no more painful than the road to failure, but there is a dilferencez we voluntarily choose to bear the pains of success, While the pains of failure are thrust upon us. The pains of success are mental and physical, as are those of failure. . All of us know men who want to succeed. but we know they will pay the penalty of failure: they cannot avoid them, although they think they can. They will pay and pay hard. The penalties of success are suffered, for the most part in early years. The penalties of failure are reaped in later years, when the rewards of success are being plucked. We would have you comprehend this fundamental law of life. W. M. WILLIAMS Mas. Roy CROMWELL Bookkeeper

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Qfbphom oros JOHN GRAHAM TURK .7,7.,.. ...77. P resident Student Council, Little Theatre, The Chieftain, El Guiador, Glee Club, DeMo1ay. MARY ELIZABETH SWINDELL ,e,e. Vice-President CFall Termj The Chieftain, Choral Club. ROBERT LEWIS ,,,,,,,, , ,, ,,,Vice-President fSpring Termb Student Council, Little Theater, The Chieftain: President Sophomores '34, DeMolay P. Nl. C., Tennis .IONNIEMAI EDMONSON ,,,,,, ,,,,, S ecretary- Treasurer Student Council Miss MARIAN DESHAZO ,,t,,,t,t t,., S ponsor DR. RALPH STEEN ........,.,. ..Sponsor SONNET TO SHAKESPEARE I shall not read you yet. CSome say I should.J I cannot ask for more than I possess: I know a girl whose slender body could Not hold an atom more of lovelinessg' I know a boy whose cool, proud head is fair, Whose mouth is firm, eyes-cold: I know starshine: Bleak days: black nights. For you I do not care. Lest I become like him with too much wine. Ten years from now I shall much wiser be: Of panting eagerness much less shall I know: Then I shall be the blind man made to see To find the wealth you offer me. This so- I'll save you 'til this now within me dies: I'll read you when I am mature and wise. SARAH ALICE HOWARD.