Robert E Lee Institute - Rebel Yearbook (Thomaston, GA)

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OFFICERS: ,lvanvllc Thrcfamlgill, Treasurerg Ann Kinflvr, Secrctaryg Me-lvin B4-ntlvy, Pre-sinh-ntg Sandra Huygoocl, Vice President. Seniors

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v- .V -W W.,--Y.. -QW.. -W -v...-..-f YYYV .W 717 Y. ,,.,,,,,, , . SENIOR PAGE TO THE CLASS OF 1955: The necessity to bid you farewell is an annual and painful duty. It is difficult to state briefly a message befitting the times, especially ones like these when days move so swiftly and are so frought with fear, instability, and clashing ideologies. Yet there is one thing, it seems to me, superseding all else for us, the inheritors of western society: principle or integrity. This is an age of expediency-in education, politics, social life, and religion. Group thinking or getting along with peoplew determines moral values. Morality is a matter of popular sovereignty. This is a shocking condition. The mention of Lincoln, Jefferson, Galileo or Luther indicates the error of such thinking. Ebb and flow, of course, are now new to history, and the present state will pass, but so will generations and great ideals, these ideals will have to be reborn in pain and intellectual upheaval. When I was a sophomore in college, I studied in American literature a story of a man's search for the unpardonable sin. The author was, I think, Nathaniel Hawthorne. A young man, disturbed by the times, set out to discover this sin. He studied diligently and travelled the world. He acquired great learning but failed in his quest. Many years later he decided that the uunpardonablev sin was for a man to permit his intellectual attainments to outstrip his moral development. This dis- covery is valid for us today, perhaps one of the greatest tragedies of life is the man of great learning but without moral scruple. KENNETH J. MOORE CLASS POEM CLASS SONG A road that appeared unending, Ulune: Secret Laval A horizon of variety and life, I The question of toil impending, But rewarding for all our strife. For many years of our young life, Now our hearts our mem ries bind . . . And true, our young years are longest . . . Our happiness we cannot find We've toiled, joked, aggravated, and envied H To prove to the world who was strongest. Though our days be very few We thought no regret could shadow these months We still will love and cherish you Of dignity lmportance, and bliss, To our home of yesterday But now that they're here, this doesn't seem clear We bow our head and homage pay Alas! SoInething's amissl Chorus Melancholy creeps in and tweeks at our heart, Our future looms so lu-llllautly ahead Remember those Seed times We had? Because of you our paths will be well tread And how when Lee lost that big football game, Of thee, who guided all our Ways. We went Stafkmevmg mad? We bow our heads in humble praise The picnics, the parties, the homework neglected, By ANN KINSLER And you must not forget all those dances! How strange it seems to turn back the clock, And smile at our old romances. No regrets, no failures . . . that is to say, No regrets or failures everlasting . . . We realize now as parting grows nigh How few were never-lasting. Indeed, 'twill be good to sit remembering The many years gone past, HOW eaeh event to Come COLORS: Lavender and White Seemed more important than the last. FLOWER. Violet The school years at Lee . . . the formative years of youth MOTTO: We have Opened the door to knowl goifsillfetfelgaiiggaie dock edge, but the stairs are still to be climbed Have clicked away the time. By ANN KINSLER ..,..- ...W ,A ,. Once we knew these days with glee And thought how joyful we would be

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MARJORIE SUE ABERNATHY Susie Entered from Marietta High 19543 Band 3, 4g Tri-Hi-Yg Drarnatics Club 3g Folk Dance Club 3. RUTH ADAMS Tri-Hi-Y 1g Pep Club 2, 3g Folk Dance 1, 2, 35 Basketball 2. 3. ,aqui RONALD CECIL BARFIELD Vi MYRTLE CHARLINE BARKER Choir 1, 23 Folk Dance I 2g Science Club 2g Rebel Staff 4.