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

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THE YELLOW JACKET If von can wait and not he tired by waiting, ( r being lied about don't deal in lies. Or being hated, don’t give away to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor too wise; I f you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools. Or watch the things you gave your life to. broken: And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools; If you can walk with crowds and keep your virtue. Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run. Yours, is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—what is more, you’ll l e a man. And—what is more, you’ll be a man. my son! Raciiei. Pace. Twenty Two

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THE YELLOW JACKET prosperity of even tin lowest form of humanity. But as it stands at present, our political system is rotten, and every body knows it. N'o wonder, look at the public servants who are able to sell for bribes, hundreds of millions of dollars worth of public property. We can drive from our continent this poltical corruption, that comes like a thief in the night, bv honest efforts to save the nation from sorrow, sin and degradation, by the help of your brave, ambitious manhood and womanhood. Mother America needs you today as never l efore. for the world is running mad. running t » God knows where, with the undemocratic political leaders as the guiding wheel of life, that steers you under its corruptive banner and then it’s too late. You cannot turn back you’re going fifty-five miles to the hour and just bcyoncl, only a hundred1 feet from you is the precipice that ends that which you thought worked so well. What the force of wind and rudder is to the ship, our varying emotions, ambitions, aspirations, and passions are to us. These are the tilings that constitute tin- power of human force, which can influence all types of humanity better than a teacher can influence her pupil. Ibis power differs in different individuals, as the winds on the ocean differ to the ship, hut by the power of human will we can steer our little boat of Politics safely to the Island of Reform situated in the middle of the Political Ocean. One of the most desired human passions is ambition. Phis human force of ambition with a Lincoln’s conscience to guide it. saved a republic, but with the same force guided by Benedict Arnold, it sought to Ik tray the nation. f.et tts consider ourselves launched on the sea of life, we may go slowly at first, hut gradually we grow stronger, we quickly gain control, feeling that we’re at last going in the right direction. The wind may blow a gale, and we feel, as many do. that we cannot control our emotions. But if that comes, let us have courage to take in sail, to fight the storm and instead of going willingly to destruction brace up and try again, and this time strangle to death America’s horrible, most dreaded and determine beast. Political Corruption. We. the Class of ’24. standing eventually on life's threshold, ready to plunge into life's work a mighty ambitfon; we as future men and women of America will probably never enter this grand old institution again, because life is beckoning to us t » become famous, t«» capture old political corruption and wipe out his memory and we will, for we have that determination that knows no defeat. Then you can write on our epitaph this our motto: “We worked to shun the word Evil and to win the name Paine!’’ And with this our guide: I f you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs, and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting too; Twenty One

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THE YELLOW JACKET Prophecy 'Hie Min had cast its final beams over the earth, and a deep silent hush stole over all. as darkness began to envelope every living creature. It was just a few minutes, until the crisis in my life was to occur. The next few hours, meant everything in the world to me. success and honor or the alternative, failure and disgrace. I was staging my latest production. “Madam Butterfly, as I was now a star in the theatrical world. Only ten brief minutes and I was to meet triumph or disaster, when my maid thrust into my hands a letter hearing a foreign postmark. Eager to know the contents. I hastily opened it, and lo. to my great surprise and unutterable joy, who should tt ! e from, but my dear friend and former teacher. Mr. Taylor. He congratulated me upon winning a place in the theaterical world and sincerely hoped that my every effort would be a brilliant success. He regretted very much that he could not be present, but promised to call on me within a short time. In this letter, (which was very lengthy.) was news of my classmates, the dear old class of '24. First, was news of one of my old pals, Rachel Pace, she now occupied the pinnacle of fame in the musical world, having made her dehut at the Metropolitan Opera House. She had sung before some of the mo t notable personages of the world, among which were, the King and Queen of England, and the President of the U. S. There next came news of one of my college friends, one of the dearest in the Class of 24. Marguerite Tvsinger. She was now occupying the Chair of Mathematics at Maryville College. Since her entrance into that noble institution, much good and splendid influence had been felt. But the most thrilling incident was that of another of the Class of 24. was also occupying an honorable position as Dean of the College. It was none other than Eugene Reeder. I read the fact that he. (Mr. Taylor) wouldn’t he surprised to hear at any time soon, of a prominent marriage. Here Imping them all the happiness in the world I learned that one of the sweetest in our Class. Margaret Weed, was now the happy and contented wife of one of the State’s most prominent bankers, Elbert McClinton, who is making a wonderful success in the business world, and who is now living in as luxurious home as could be desired. I always knew that Margaret would make a splendid wife for Elbert, for they were quiet and demure. 1 read on, and discovered that Hugh Hickman was one of Alabama’s most prominent lawyers. He was deeply interested in the latest divorce case. The divorce case was that of another of the Class of ’24, Utla Higginbotham. She had had two husbands and desired a new one. She could not he satisfied keeping house and so had secured a position in Selma’s leading hank, and that was the reason her name was in the Courts. Then came news of one of the quietest of our class, Sallic Smith. She too was a teacher, the English Instructor in the Jefferson County High School. She was much beloved by her pupils and others, for her kind, loving disposition. Turnty Threc