Parrish High School - Sel Ala Yearbook (Selma, AL)

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were in Senior High at last. Neither is there a way to picture the humility we felt in The presence of Seniors. The only truly great feat that is worth mentioning concerning our early years at Parrish High is that we managed in various ways to pass second year algebra. As Juniors we began to attain a sense of importance that we had not felt before. We ordered our rings. We entertained the Seniors with a Junior-Senior prom--the first that had ever been given at PHS. Then came our Senior year, the culmination of our many years of school, with the Senior pri vileges - though unwritten, observed, the numerous parties, and a strange sadness at leaving old familiar things behind. As we near the end of our school days, we realize that what seemed to be the chief end of existence, graduation, is really only a beginning--that the twelve long years of school are only a preparation for the bigger and better things in the future. Estelle Rou ntree, Historian Page 123

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CLASS lll 'l'llliY ESTELLE ROUNTREE Class Historian You may not believe it, but the new care-worn, worldly-wise Seniors of '48 at one time had quite a different aspect on life. About twelve years ago these same people were happy-go-lucky in- nocents, entering school for the first time. Little did we know at that date the trials, triumphs, tears, and smiles that were to ensue during the next dozen years. For six years we worked and played lmostly the latterl in grammar school. Pearl Harbor and Defense stamps will always be linked with our grade-schools days. Shall we ever forget the exciting marble games, the mid-morning lunches, and trips to the iail iiust visitingl? Yes, throughout our lives there will be a soft spot in our hearts for the first school we ever attended--grammar school. As we entered the seventh grade we were beginning to realize that life was not lust a bowl of cherries, however, we were learning to take the bitter with the sweet. In Junior High our specialty seemed to be running the teachers wild. The fact that we got to be very good at it can be seen by noticing the number of teachers who resigned the year we left. In the eighth grade we showed our initiative and iournalistic abilities by beginning a school newspaper, The Snooper, which is still in publication. Feeling that we had lingered long enough in one school, we reached out for wider horizons and Parrish High. There is no way to describe the exalted feeling we had when we realized that we Page 122

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CLASS PllllM lt's hard for us to realize That the long awaited day For which we've striven these twelve long years It just a breath away. For now that time is running out, Though dignity prevails, Our hearts begin to ache And our courage starts to fail. To leave these halls and classmates We've learned to love so well ls a thought that makes us wonder It we're happy, as we tell. The paths of lite that we shall trod, The future, with its hopeful light, Are stretching out ahead And dawning brightly on our sight. And now in caps and gowns so solemn, With slow and hesitating feet, We leave these halls with memories That through the years stay sweet! Page l24 PATSY SEYMOUR Class Poet