Lawrenceville High School - Sentinel Yearbook (Lawrenceville, VA)

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I I The Fotir Leaf Clover Class ipocm IVE fair maidens and one handsome young lad, Started separately on their journey so hopeful—yet sad; But encountering the same obstacle ere they’d begun, They formed a strong union—Six in One. Now banded together with vows binding fast, They felt so much stronger to fight to the last; So beginning anew their work grew much lighter, Fears seemed to vanish, and the future grow brighter. So onward and upward this strong little band. Went gaily and patiently, hand in hand ; For joined as they were, in heart, mind and soul, They could reach much easier the long-hoped-for goal; Though sometimes misfortune and labors seemed hard. They still look upward and trusted in God ; For all who are trustful, obedient and true. Will merit reward whatever they do. Now see what a change has come over each face. Lines, not of doubt, but of joy, we may trace ; For victory is theirs, they have conquered at last. Now they look back with pride to the toils of the past. Bessie Tyler 13

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The Four Leaf Clover composition from our weary pens. Thus, on a whole, our studies were harder because of the nervous strain brought on by the struggle for our graduation in sight and then to fail—Never! Thus the work and strain. On January 19th Miss Bettie Short was elected President of the Class and Miss Indie Griffin, Secretary and Treasurer. Then began our real Class spirit, the realization that the long hoped for day was near at hand. The struggle was renewed with greater vigor and all strife and contention laid aside. But for the pleasures that came to lighten our minds, the bur¬ dens would have been too heavy to bear. Fortunately the social part of the session was the most enjoyable one ever experienced. The faculty was each and every one pleasant and agreeable, doing much to add to our pleas¬ ure. The pleasures of each other’s company did much to relieve our heav¬ ily-burdened minds, We fully understand each other and our faults and failures were known along with our good qualities. Some differences have occurred, but Peace and Harmony prevailed and the troubles are forgotten. Our different social functions have done much to please us. Hallowe’en, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, April Fools Day. The Junior Recep¬ tion, the public meetings of the Literary Society and the play given by the Dramatic Club, have been enjoyed and are preserved in our memories. Thus endeth the lesson with the exception of a few words not relating directly to the History. Here we stand to-night as Seniors and Graduates of the L. H. S. Our History has been simple and unpretentious; not marked by any great event but by a continuous and honest struggle against the difficulties of the High School Course. To use Prof. Parrish’s pet expression “We have risen upon the stepping stones of our dead selves to higher and better tilings.” All that we are has been accomplished by hard work and in this History I have endeavored to impress the fact that work is required for success. The campaign is ended and the contest gained. The Saratoga of our education has been won, let us press on for Yorktown. Jack Shell

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The Four Leaf Clover IPropbcc? of the Claso of 1910 jO gift of divine prophecy has been transmitted to me. I would that it had been so that I might have foreseen the future of this, the most illustrious cl that has ever passed out of this institution. But friends, if you will bear with me, I will relate to you a dream—not all a dream—for the future passed before me as though it were a stern reality. I was in one of our Western cities wandering alone. I saw carriages of the most modern and costly make, filled with men and w omen of wealth aud prominence. I drifted unconsciously with the tide, until I stood in the mansion of the chief execu¬ tive of that state. Never before had I seen such elegance, never had light shone over fairer women or more gallant men. I would have been, indeed, lonely had I not been filled with admiration. Standing in one corner of the room was the Gover¬ nor, a man of the most striking appearance and the hero of an admiring group. He came near me and leaning on his arm was his wife, a woman of dark hair and eyes, beautiful beyond description. As they came nearer, his wife smiled and lo, I recog¬ nized Bettie Short, the President of our Class. A change came over the spirit of my dreams. I saw a lonely little cottage almost hidden by. a magnificent grove of lofty oaks. On one side was a dear old- fashioned flower garden, brightly blooming with flowers of the olden times such as marigolds, hollyhocks, lilacs, heart’s-ease, and peonies. Being interested in the surroundings, I wandered toward the back of the house, where I saw a tall, slender maiden lady dressed in finery of by-gone-days, slowly descending the steps with a pan of chicken feed in her h ands. As I gazed upon her, L thought how beautiful she must have been in her younger days, and how many devotees had worshiped at the shrine of such beauty. As soon as she reached the ground the chickens flocked around her as did also a number of cats. As she forced her pets aw ay, speaking to them affectionately by such names as Frank, Jake, Wrenny, Richard, Robert, and Barham, I recalled some of the former suitors of Fannie Belle Spatig and as I watched her, I recognized our popular and much admired Belle, the Valedictorian of our Class. I was not much surprised to see Belle an old maid, for she always said that for her part, it would be single-blessedness instead of double-cussedness. A A change came over the spirit of my dreams. I was in a spacious ballroom, beautifully decorated in palms and cut flowers, and filled with people of fashion and elegance. In the center of an admiring group, in most elegant attire, was one, whom I recognized as a member of our class. I pressed forward to extend my con¬ gratulations to “The Belle of the Evening,” for the internationlal fame she had won as a poetess. It was the one whom we had often heard complainingly say that nobody loved her ; but Fate had decreed otherwise and Bessie Tyler seemed indeed to be the most beloved and most admired by all present. A change came over the spirit of my dreams. I was standing in one of the vast halls of Vassar surrounded by many volumes of scientific research. I glanced up at the sound of light footsteps crossing the room and beheld the thoughtful yet sweet face and neatly dressed figure of one of the instructors of this splendid institution. 14