Holston Valley High School - Criterion Yearbook (Bristol, TN)

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ju .fqoloreciafion . of the sterling example of leadership set forth by our principal, Mr. Spahr, We Wish to say that his ability of assembling facts is unexcelled, and that his style of expressing ideas is unequalled. At times his ideas may not coincide with ours, but we can never fail to recognize his skill and charm with which they are presented. His language is supple and at the same time precise. We regard him as an exceptional man. Always do we find him quite understanding to our wishes and needs. His patience with us reveals that he is our friend, that our troubles rest heavily upon his heart, too. The welfare of the entire school is ever in his mind and heart and stands out conspicuously in all his actions. He puts first things first, and to him who has contributed much in making our Alma Mater a better and grander school, do we dedicate our second edition of THE CRITERION of Holston Valley High School.

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ALMA MATER Let's give a rah for Alma Mater, And let us pledge to her a-right, Others may like orange and crimson, But for us it's Black and White. It's Holston Valley now and ever, And ev-er shall it rule. We'll shout and praise our Alma Mater Known as Holston Valley school. CHORUS It's Holston Valley, It's Holston Valley, The pride of every girl and boy, Come on, you old grads, Join with us young lads, It's Holston Valley now we cheer! Now is the right time, To get in the right line, No matter where you are today, For there is none so dear as our school here, So hail to Holston Valley, Hail. CLASS SUNG Dear Old Holston Valley High, To you We soon must say good-bye, With hearts that ache, And tear drops in our eye. Every day we spend with you, Adds to our memory fond and true. O' Alma Mater, we love you. Though we are leaving, You may be sure we're grieving, Parting from those we love so well. Every day we'll remember, Starting here one September, And the time we spent until our GRAD-U-A-TION Dear Old Holston Valley High, To you We soon must say good-bye, With hearts that ache, And tear drops in our eye. Every day we spend with you, Adds to our memory fond and true. O' Alma Mater, we love you.