Parry McCluer High School - Parrimac Yearbook (Buena Vista, VA)

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To Mr. Kling, whose interest, work, and co-oper- ation have made our last three years in P. M. Hi happy and successful, we lovingly dedi- cate this volume of the Comet.

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THE COMET NINETEEN THIRTY Senior Class Flower; Red and White Rose Colors: Red and White Motto: “We can and we will” OFFICERS Jor Gass . HELE ANTHONY . N ete % Tuomas McCormick . « « « « » President Ae oat Bm fe Vice-President . Secretary-Treasurer Class Poem We have studied long, we've worked hard, We shall follow where Destiny guides us, With grief and sorrow we have had our fill; Her boys and girls are we; But we've borne it all with happy hearts, For “We can and we will.” We'll not forget our dear old school, Nor our schoolmates and teachers, As we march away to face the life To which graduation leads us. We hate to leave our town and school, We've enjoyed all their fun; But throughout our coming years, Greater victories must be won. Library, class rooms, auditorium, and “lab,” Each and every cherished room, Well remember, as though it had been Our own beloved home. And when Sir Business needs us Prepared and ready we'll be. This is for what we have struggled, And this is what we have won; So we are ready to face the world, And finish what we've begun. Just begun! and after so many years! Yes, classmates, just begun; Commencement is but a signal Of the race that’s to be run. Let us run this race so that No matter where we pass, We shall always reflect great credit On our P. M. H. S There must be a Lawyer and a Colonel, A Preacher, good and true; and some of us must follow A Teacher’s profession, too; There’li be doctors, merchants, and farmers, And those who will follow the sea; And perhaps one from our little band, A future President may be. Then glory to our Alma Mater, Though ‘tis only a small high school. Our brains have been the structure, It has been the tool. Now that our brains are almost built, And our teacher's work is done; We must all permit the future To carry on what our school has begun. No night shall e’er be auite so great As this, the night of nights; For from now to the end of time, We must struggle for our rights; Not as formerly, our class united; But how distant! ’tis hard to tell. So with sinking heart and tear-dimmed eye, I say, “Classmates, farewell.” —HELEN M. ANTHONY.