Rockingham High School - Rocket Yearbook (Rockingham, NC)

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e'l'ime... Remember the pang you felt when you first realized, Gosh, this is my last game-ever! And the choking feeling when you walked out on the field to say, Good game, fellows, tough luck! Remember our hilarious triumph when we found we had passed our exams and boasted, Well, it ain't easy! Perhaps you remember most of all the chapel prog-rams we ended by singing ln the Evening by the Moonlight for our special Lady in Blue. Remember how excited we were when our first HI-LIGHT issue came out? Remember the hushed silence when someone would say, This time next year . . . For some of us, the sands of time have run out-for others, the hour- glass has just been turned. As the Seniors open this book, the 1950 ROCKET, the hands on the clock will actually stop and we will be hurled into the past. For the underclassmen, time will not mean so much until you find that there is so little time in which to do so much. You, the students of Rockingham High School, turn the pages and remember--Remember the time of your life!

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emember As the old clock in the hall slowly ticks away the hours, the days, and the years, history is being made-your history. Moments of laughter, excitement, disappointment, and pathos, which you will some day wish to recapture and relive, are being written down in the book of Old Father Time. The time passes very slowly at first, but as it runs into years, we find that it is passing all too quickly. We long to stop the hands of the clock and go back into time to repeat the things we aren't satisfied with or to do again the things we enjoyed most. As the sands of time run more and more swiftly, we let our minds wander back remembering . . . Remember the time you tried to get rid of the butterflies before the curtain rose on your Senior play? Remember the terror that swept through you as Hamlet led in a football tilt and the wild joy afterwards when we made the final winning point? Remember the corny annual snaps we made on the circle-oh, yes, the circle-the most beloved of gathering places in our spore moments.

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There is a gracious lady whose presence pervades the halls of Rockingham High School. There is an enthusiastic sports fan who cheers our victories and consoles us in our defeats. There is a youthful spirit whose Irish wit can match our gaieties and whose heart can understand our problems. There is a staunch defender for any boy or girl who has ever attended Rockingham High School. To her we offer our l950 ROCKET-a small token of the love and gratitude we feel for our Lady in Blue.