N R Crozier Technical High School - Wolf Pack Yearbook (Dallas, TX)

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Y . . M - ,,f-i,...-?,,...,.....,......,...,...,.--....., OUR SCHOOL Our school! Dear old Bryan, it seems hardly possible that it has been four years since first you became 'our school g' and yet-how full these four years with you seem, as we look upon them, full of treasured associations of those students and teachers who really constitute yourself. How fresh and green in our memories, even now, are those first few days in which we wandered, bewildered, up and down your time-honored corridors in a vain effort to find our next-period classes before the last fatal 'r-r-ring' of the tardy bell. It was in those days that we learned to know your characteristics and your rules, Bryan. The days in which we learned to love your spirit, however, can not be so easily and vividly recalled, because reverence for you develops gradually, unconsciously, from our increasing knowledge of you, and it requires all four of our high school years to become familiar enough with you to truly comprehend your spirit, for yours is the combination of all the characters who make you what you are. Betty paused and looked up at old Aunt Mirandy: Well, Mammy, what do you think of that as a beginning for my 'appreciation' ? The old darkie shook her head lovingly: Law, chile, Ah don' know half o' what you's talkin' about, but Ah reckons Bryan mus' be a gran' ole school. Oh, Mammy, you can't realize or imagine what a wonderful school it is! Truly, it is superior to any other school in the world, that is why I don't know how to finish this, Betty indicated the theme-page in her hand. All Bryanites love their 'alma mater' too much to be able to say just how much or why. You don' know why? Ah reckons it ain't the buildin', Miss Betty, an' it ain't that room you-all calls '109g' it must be the facility or faculty or somethin' an' all them chil'uns. Oh, Mammy, you do understand! It is they, who really have the indomitable spirit which is so characteristic of old Bryan. Those teachers and pupils who knew our school before our own time established those noble ideals and precedents which we, the present generation, are carrying on, and-let us hope-buoying up, to the best of our ability. Oh, may those who come after us love and appreciate Bryan as she should be loved and appreciated! May they cherish her, lift her, and-above all- save in her that same incomparable spirit which makes us so glad, so proud to be able tof say to all the world, 'This is our schooll' As she finished speaking, Betty's voice was vibrant with emotion and her eyes shone, Aunt Mirandy looked at her with sympathy and perfect understanding. Lor' bless you, chil'g an' may He bless 'our schooll' 3 -,..,. ,., .., T.....,v ,,,,.,,,- .,,,...,..