Menifee County High School - Wildcat Yearbook (Frenchburg, KY)

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Mrs. Ann Adams has taught 25 years in the Menifee County School system. Mrs. Adams is loved and respected by all the students and is highly regarded by the entire faculty. We want to take this opportunity to say thank you” to Mrs. Adams not only for the knowledge gained in her English classes but also for all the extra time that she has so unselfishly devoted to extracurricular activities. 5

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DEDICATION We, the students of the Menifee County High School, dedicate this yearbook to Mr. Hiram C. Walters, our superintendent, and to Mrs. Ann Adams, one of our favorite teachers. Mr. Walters has spent 21 years of untiring service in the Menifee County School system. He has served as our principal and is now our superintendent, but even more importantly, he is our friend. He truly cares about the children of Menifee County. We want to say thank you to Mr. Walters for the interest he has shown in us. 2

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IN LOVING MEMORY This poem written by Lynn Morris, one of Mr. Adams’ students, expresses the feelings of those who knew him. Mr. Ottis Adams died on October 5, 1981. He is greatly missed by the students and faculty at the Menifee County High School. Mr. Adams taught Kentucky History. Children loved to hear stories about Daniel Boone. To the right is a portion of a poem about Daniel Boone that M'. Adams wrote and which he read to his students many times. When death approaches, People face it in many different ways. Some greet it calmly As do the aged. Ottis Adams was a wonderful man At the age of fifty-five. Some would say He was the greatest man alive. Even though he had no children, He had hundreds of us and more His wife and family Which he did adore. Death comes to everything that lives All must die one day. But, God has taken him to Heaven above For there he is to stay. He may be departed, But in our hearts, he’ll never be gone. He left us with pleasant memories To carry on........ Daniel Boone stood five feet eight. He came to Kentucky to find his fate. He built a camp on the River Red. He hunted each day and found his bed. They rebuilt your fort, Daniel Boone, Two hundred years and none too soon, They built it high on top of the hill, Where you can hear the song of the whippoorwill. We remember you in our history book Where you left without a backward look. We give you credit where credit is due, In the land of the sun and the sky of blue. 4