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

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TIIE YELLOW JACKE1 Laft Will and Testament We, the Senior Class of McAdory High School being of tender hearts, and realizing that we must soon depart from this student existence, wish to dispose of our possessions that might he beneficial to the remaining students, therefore we declare the following to 1 e our I.a$t Will and Testament: First: To the meml ers of Senior 2 we give andMiequeath our remaining dignity, also the undisputed privileges we enjoyed so much while we were dignified Seniors. Second: To Senior 1 we leave our bright and shining examples of being successful in every thing we undertook during our high school career. We hope they will be studious, tor it pays in the long run. Third: To Junior 3 we will all the disappointments as well as the many pleasures that come during the four years of high school, and the information that by inquiring at the Lost and Found Desk the girls might secure combs, mirrors, and compacts which arc used by all girls during the Fickle Age. Fourth: To Junior 2 we want to leave a word of advice, “Love your teacher and keep on the good side of them, if you expect to get good grades in High School.” Fifth: To our beloved and highly esteemed principal, Mr. King, who tried so hard to teach us History, we leave all our American Histories, which we beg him to keep as a souvenir of the brilliant Senior Class of 24. Sixth: To Mr. Taylor, we will all Chemistry Notebooks, hoping that they may bring him happy memories of the close associations with the Chemistry Class of 24 . Seventh: All Geometries and Algebras we bequeath to Mrs. King and we hope that her future pupils will find them as intensely interesting as we did. Eighth: To Miss Slone, our Home Economics teacher, we will all scraps of cloth and hope she will save them for future use. Ninth: To Miss Latimer, who never failed us in trouble, but lightened our burden by her sunny smiles, we leave our love and appreciation, we feel sure that after learning poetry and writing long stories, we will be great writers and speakers in the future. Tenth: To Mrs. Ambrose, our sweet dignified teacher, we leave our thank- for the great influence she exerted over us by her sweet disposition. Eleventh: To Mrs. Pond we will our love and all musical ability of the Senior Gass. Twenty Seven

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THE YELLOW JACKET Valedidory The time has arrived when we must bid each other a sorrowful farewell. We are proud to occupy our places here tonight, yet blended with our joy is a bit of sorrow, for we sadly realize that never more shall our footsteps echo and re-echo within these walls’ W e are here before you tonight with many smiles, yet underneath our smiles are heavy hearts. The thought of parting has weighted our hearts with sorrow. ()thers are ready to occupy our places and wc must go forth as warriors to take our place in the world. Each of us is destined to occupy a niche in this world and our niche is waiting to he filled . No one but us. ourselves can occupy the place for which the Almighty intended us. Wc have run our race and the victory is won. The guerdon is gained, the reward of it all. W c were ever fighters and we must now begin to battle with Life as we have never Ik fore. Though all of us have not been privileged to he together the past four years, wc are bound together with a brother!) and sisterly affection. We realize, as never before, that we shall never be together as we now are. a united body. As time goes on. new conditions shall arise that shall demand our best attention else-wherc. Time shall break the last remaining link of our friendship in his swift passage. Ever shall we treasure our associations, whose memory shall ever grow dearer, as students at old M H. S. To our ever faithful teachers and counsellors, we must bid farewell. I hev have aided and encouraged us in every worth while undertaking. Their cooperation was not from a selfish viewpoint, but to prepare us for life by giving us their best. When the years have flown and our memory shall drift back to golden school days, no picture recalled to mind shall be more precious than that of our teachers. Perhaps we cannot now see the breadth and depth of the influence our teachers have had upon our lives, but as we gain the wisdom of the passing years, we shall be able to more fully realize it. Wc have met with many obstacles and temptations during our High School career, but they have now faded into the past. We have always tried to show an interest in our work and to accomplish the necessary tasks to the best of our ability. We have always been honest and truthful in our every undertaking. We have begun to realize that the unpleasant things of life have to be met with, as well as the pleasant. We have realized that there is more to Ik dealt with in life than frivolity. We have put away our l ooks with many regrets and sighs for we realize that one chapter in our Life’s book is forever concluded. In our text-books arc to be found words that serve as mementoes to bring back to us memories of past events. Ever shall wc treasure the memories of the last lesson that were recited in '24. We are beginning another Chapter in Life. We did not. four brief years ago. realize how speedily time was passing. It has flown so rapidly, until wc can hardly realize that we are now ready to take up Life's burden. Now we must push onward and upward until we have gained the coveted goals: Success and Honor. So let u; remember that: Not what we have, but what we use Not what we see. but what we choose. These are the things that mar or bless The sum of human happiness.” Maroueritf. Tysi nger ”24” Twenty Six

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THE YELLOW JACKET Twelfth: To Mr. Yeager, our ever faithful Custodian, we leave our sincere thanks and appreciation, for he worked so hard to keep our building comfortable. Thirteenth: So now to classmates and teachers we must tell The sad words of farewell. W e loved each other with all our hearts. And ’tis so sad for us to part. W'e shall long remember these days in school Ye shall oft let our thought wander And they shall e’er be fonder As we think of the happy days spent here. And of the departed classmates dear. But we will always be merry, happy and gay As we journey onward day by day. For this is our motto. “Smile. Smile, Smile. For worring is too trifling to be worth while. Lillian Smith “24 Twenty Eight