Park City High School - Kalendar Yearbook (Knoxville, TN)

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-ww ..- Senior Class History E now have the cream of the class that, four years ago, knocked on the High School door for admission. The first year was spent very quietly and studiously. Vllhen I IIOVV think of us as Freshies, I am reminded of quaking aspen trees, just always quivering and quakingf' As Sophs we had grown used to the surroundings, and had become less timid. It was in this year that Mrs. Comfort took the chair, and since that time we have been under her capable guidance. In this year our social life began by entertaining the Seniors and Faculty, with a tacky party. Like all Junior classes we were very prominent in school affairs. We entertained the Seniors and Faculty this year with a Christmas party, and had a goodly share in the work of pub- lishing the Kalendar. At commencement we decorated for the Seniors. Finally, the time has come for us to be entertained, and have the Juniors decorate for us. This year we have been extremely busy, having ta.ken all the responsibility of publish- ing the Kalendar upon ourselves. We have given several en- tertainments here at school, and a dinner at the Gas Hall, to make money. Although surrounded by work, we have had time for our usual fun, and, possibly, a little study. During our entire High School course, we have looked for- ward with longing eyes, to the time when we should graduate, and now, when the time has come, we do not think of it in joy, but in sorrow, for the time has come when we must all say good-bye and enter other fields, some of which will be fame, and fortune and hard work. And always before us, as a guid- ing star, shall be our motto: Forward every Backward never. Louise Luttrell Galyon, '15. 27

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wzqwrfw ' y Class Song QTo the tune of Schumann 's Happy Farinerg 1-10.1. A band of boys and girls are We, The jolly class of five times three C'l5bq We're grave and reverend seniors now, With High School laurels on our brow. Our hearts are gardens of delight, That bees and butterflies invite, We plant blue bells and lilies fair, And hide our choicest treasures there. Beyond the hills where dreainland lies, Where fairies weave cloud-mist for skies, Romance invites with love 's dear song To ti11ted lanes where June-stars throng Where hopes and fears weave threads of gold, The fates our destinies enfold. 'Tis there the pipes of Pan are heard, And nature thrills with bee and bird. To school days o'er with joy we sing, To books farewell our song we bring, To teachers true our love extend, Farewell to all-each student friend: Professor Lowry too We greet, May long preside at learningls seat, A band of boys and girls are we, Rejoicing, happy, pure and free. 26 7 'A. E. R. '15

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