Red Bank High School - Roar Yearbook (Chattanooga, TN)

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in memory of . . . . . . Emmett Butch Stahlman, graduate of the class of 1951, we lovingly dedicate this page. Butch will always be in our thoughts of Redbank Valley High School because he was an integral part of it. Active in sports, co-operative in spirit, friendly to everyone, Emmett Stahlrnan passed from this life to one of eternity. Someday we will meet him face to face, and tell him all the things we would like to say now. There is not one of us who will ever forget him or his shining ex- ample of true friendship. 62

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Left Top: lVLr. Jones and Caroll Wells discuss crepe paper problems. Center Top: Here's the Way the mousetrap works! Right Top: Our symbol of freedom. Left Center: King and Queen smile on their subjects. Right Center: Joe Keck gets the rough treatment. Left Bottom: Mix it well, boys! Right Bottom: This make-up will age you twenty years, 61 rvhs hi-likes

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the poets' corner The poems below, written by students of Redbank Valley, attempt to capture mood, imagination, and emotion. The little things of life that we so often ignore are called to our attention by the lilting lines of poetry. We hope you read and enjoy them, and that you, too, will try to write verses of your own someday. WINTER MAGIC Glistening, glistening, glistening, Like tiny white, soft feathers falling down To the earth, and under the dim lights it glistens, As tho' a burglar had passed and lost his stolen jewels, People go hurrying through the snow covered with white. As tho' they were miniature snow men Who came alive during the night. Soon the sandman comes, The snow keeps falling on, and on, Dawn comes, and then you find An unknown city all made of white. -Ruby Smith RAIN Did you ever hear rain singing a song As it patters away on an old tin roof? It sounds like the prancing of restless hoofsg It sings you to sleep and you sleep very long, And when you awaken the rain has gone. -LeRoy Hepler 63 r THOU MOUNTAIN You are like a woman, Thou Mountain beyond, As I stand here gazing to have it just dawn That to me you are different, Not rugged, but graceful, Something more feminine, something more faithful. You look not forlorn to one who can see The feel of love you express by your lee Unto those who need thy band To bind their strength, To grow, to spread, to be at length The power, the wisdom, the enactment of lifeg As I said, to spread the glory, the strife. So you see that the mountain. Something great. something strong, Is a picture of a woman guiding us on. -Ronald J. Klimek THE SEA As I sit and watch by the water Of the roaring sea, It makes me feel like jumping Right into it to see How far that it will travel: How deep that it can beg How many people watch it Just like you and me. -Anna Mae Gallo