Meigs High School - Maveron Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

Page 7 text:

4? .. I . I .Q IIIIIQQV ' CONTENTS I DEDICATION .... 'llllllll , any 'F ,IX I l' ADMINISTRATION . . . FACULTY . . . SENIORS .... J UNIORS and SOPHOMORES .... CLASSES .... A JUNIOR HIGH . . . 11 NI. A Q 'X ,J rn ' . J W J' I ,.. . 4 igztgigggf A A .Y ORGANIZATIONS A Qi 4. fl ,iw 19 Lf ..: L--1 ATHLETICS . . . X- L '17 XTR X X I X X XL ELEMENTARY AND PRIMARY X f PATRONS and ADVERTISEMENTS . . . X 3

Page 6 text:

Let all hearts burst forth and tell thee Meige Our Dear Old School Within the pages which follow will unfold a drama--a story of our lives. Within the boundaries of this volume, one will follow the growth of a being. Our hearts overflow with thoughts, ideas, and memories which we seek to express, both verbally and picto- rially. When the years have gone before us We'1l still sing thy song A melody rings within us. It is a song of joy, hope, disappointments, hard work and pleasure. Its verses are filled with memories of our classmates, our teachers, and our parents. Its refrain reminds us that even though we are at a higher level in our educa- tional achievements, the hills have only been reached, and the mountains lay bold before us. We cherish the time that we have spent here at Meigs and hope that though this annual, you too, may feel that ray of joy that has kept us growing. Meigs, You have been an inspiration with your lessons, true. 2

Page 8 text:

LLV. , ,..., A K D A TRIBUTE A poet expresses his fellings in his poems, the song writer in his songs and we the Senior Cl I 1 1 355 of 66, express our feelings by paying tribute in our yearbook to a grand lady. Not every woman is called a grand lady, but OUR LADY is' Not every woman is ' d . so misse , but OUR LADY is! Not every woman is so lovin 1 l k d g y oo e upon by so many young people and adults alike, but OUR LADY is! We are sure the poets and songwriters must, at sometime, have trouble with expression. We too ha thi b ' ' ' I , ve s pro lem. For m honoring so fine a person, the needed words are in absence. We know, however, that along with the memories of our senior days, will forever be, the memories of OUR LADY. So, the Senior Class of 1966, with unreserved proudness and admiration uses this medium to honor MRS. LILLIE DRAKE BOWMAN.-