McAdory High School - Yellow Jacket Yearbook (McCalla, AL)

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and Catherine Andrews. They are now candidates for the mayorship of New York City and their debate is very warm. In a Kreat Cathedral I saw the great John Kendricks, in the pulpit anil heard him deliver an eloquent sermon. Then a quick change in the same cathedral. John is j er-formmg a marriage ceremony Standing before him enveiled and carrying “lillie of the valley,” I recognised Susie with Paul. From this extreme Northern scene. I next followed to Florida, where I saw in a grove under an orange tree our quiet Francis Densmore. By her side sat a fair youth, pleading for her hand, hut Francis remained firm in her decision to he an old maid. Next was shown a very neat little school building surrounded by typical country life. 1 at once began to sympathize with a i»oor little boy who was getting a sene re •lose of a hickory switch. You can imagine mv surprise as I recognized Winifred Mahan to be the stern little school teacher, surrounded by a room filled with frightened pupils. Knowing that I had seen all 16 of my classmates of 23 and realizing that I too Inul a part to play. I couldn't l e idle. I rose to go with a glad heart, knowing that my classmates were numbered with the GREAT. HOLLIE TURMAN Class of 1923. 24

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On a street in Berlin on a dark and dismal day. I passed a motion picture show, and saw on the posters in glowing letters. “SPECIAL TODAY. GREAT AMERICANS!” Since I had been in Germany only two months I was naturally homesick, and the word “America set those emotions in action more forcibly. So this poor piano student con descended to turn, purchase a ticket, ami go inside. Can you imagine my surprise when before me on the sheet. I aw and heard, for these were talking pictures, one of my dear Moved classmates? A very petite figure appeared before this audience. Many people had come to hear the star, who had taken the place of Freda Hcnpcl. It was Grace. The audience was brought to tears at the rendition of “Then you'll Rmemher Me. And 1 must confess I joined in both the tears and the applause. Then the scene was changed, and there was Maude seated on the porch of a beautiful vine covered cottage, awaiting the home Coming of the lucky guy who put “hard in Richard. Then I wondered if Maude's mental capacity had diminished, after all these years of inactivity. The next scene was not such a surprise. I saw a great college building pouring forth a stream of joyous girls, and in their midst was our sedate Bessie Marsh, now their tutor. A scene followed in the same college. The magnitude of the domestic science department was gorgeously displayed. At the head of this department were talkative Ethel Abernathy and silent Cornelia Marsh. There in the lalroratory with shelves all filled with II2S04 and HCL and so on. Tom, our old president, was seen, lie was very much absorbed in an experiment, applying a match to a tube of hydrogen to test it- combustibility. Since Tom is the cxperiincntor an explosion results. After the smoke had cleared. Tom is lying on the floor, with a fair haired blonde. Elizabeth Nabors, applying soothing remedies to his “Busted Head. The next scene showed Florence Wood sitting on the stage weeping. She had a parrot which she was caressing as though it were to be taken from her. When asked why she was weeping she replied that a few nights before she received a proposal from a very distinguished young gentleman on condition that she dispose of her pets, especially the parrot. Although she loathed to part with the bird, she was afraid this would r e her last chance, so determined to sell it at once. In a large hank, I saw my old friend Beuna Waters. She was the private secretary to the President of this hank. I was not surprised for I knew Beuna would some day make a success. A scene that surprised me very much followed. In a noisy hall were Irene Atchinsou 2.

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+■ Valedictory ------- +-----♦ Friends, teachers and classmates: The four years that we have been together has ! ecn .1 time of great pleasure and happiness. Our teachers seemed like parents to us. and the classmate like brothers and sisters. We love one another, and have built a great friendship that shall never be destroyed or torn away from our memories. We learned to love the subjects, and with hard work and deep thinking we became their masters. Sometimes we felt discouraged hut we knew this would not do, -o we strug gled on and fought an honest fight. Ever)' day was pleasant which passed away too quickly. Soon these halls will lie vacant and our footsteps will, echo here no more. No longer shall our happy voices sing in merry glee, and never again in High School -hall we see these bright, happy faces, for the years to come will find them scattered like the dawn of a thistle. We have kissed our text luniks sad adieu, but some of these will lie kept as life long memories, and if some of the books were closely examined we would find little stains of tear drops, which were shed while we were reciting the last lesson, also pressed between the leaves will lie found tiny petals of lieautiful flowers, placed there with love and thoughts of our classmates so dear, ever reminding us that there will never l«- a time $0 sweet in our lives, as the dear old golden High School days of nineteen hundred and twenty three. While our High School days have ended, our live- have just licguri We did not realize how short the lime was. until it is time to part. The hours, days, months and years have passed too swiftly away. Our happy smiles arc covered with tears, and our sad beans beat heavily, for we. in a few moments will lie parted, some, perhaps forever The last link of the golden chain is broken, that in these few years have bound u» together.’ Now. that our school life is over, we must go onward and upward until we reach the goal, which ability and opportunity produces—Success. Fond memories « H kind deeds will never lie forgotten. We shall never cease to think of those noble characters, who have guided us • gently day by day. When time, with its trick ami memory, carries us hack to McAdory High—it will lie a pleasant reminiscence. Some of the teachers and classmates whom we had learned to love have departed, and joined the angels band, but while they dwell with us no longer in liody. they arc present in spirit. Each member of this class has learned to love the members of the Faculty, for their many deed- of kindness, words of encouragement, and never failing aid in time of need. We know that their cooperation was not from a selfish view-point, but that our work would lie a success when we depart and go into the world alone. Our session room teacher. Mr. Lee. has taught so many buys and girls, but never ha- he been loved or appreciated l»y a class more than we. He rejoiced with u» in our happiness and sympathized with us in sorrow, truly he laughs with those who laugh and weeps with those who weep.” He has endeavored to lead each of u to a higher, nobler and liettcr life. To parent , teachers and friends we offer the most sincere gratitude for the many acts of love ami kindness rendered. Good bye. it should not lie farewell, We hope again to meet. Hut happy hours are ever short And days of youth arc fleet. So. Good-bye now, to thee Oh, Seniors of Twenty Three. 25 BESSIE MARSH