Rome High School - Roman Yearbook (Rome, GA)

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THE ROMAN 21 OLIVE -KEITH WATSON THE BROKEN CHAIN CDedicated to Olive Keith Watsonj A golden chain of youths and maids, Toiling and working away, To win for themselves a treasured prize In June, the Commencement Day. Joyful and gleeful with hearts so pure, They strove in harmony sweet, And dreamed of the day-the wonderful day, When their hearts in song would meet. One houndred links in this chain of gold, One hundred youths and maids, A perfect chain that meant so much, But ah! The picture fades. And broken now is the chain of gold, One link most clean and pure, Is lost, our hearts are very sad, Gone! gone! is one maid so demure. A fair maid of radiance and sunshine, As sweet as the heart of a rose, She rests now 'neath the peaceful sod, In quiet and blissful repose. The chain now falters-'tis heavy now, No heart is full of song, The joy that once had burst into bloom, Was shattered by Death's cold gong, The chain now falters-'tis heavy now, No heart is full of song, The joy that once had burst into bloom, Was shattered by Death's cold gong. But we must not mourn nor weep the loss With courage anew we must climb, To carry the part of the missing link Representing us in heaven, sublime. -Elizabeth Wright, '29

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THE ROMAN Sara Elizabeth Wright Sebe Phi Sigma Chi, '27 5 Usher at Commence- ment, '27, Sigma Tau, '28, League Basket- ball, '28, Preliminary Contest, '27, '28, Scribblers' Club, '29, Poet Tau Phi Phi, '29, Poet, Senior Class, '29, Cheer Leader, '29, French Club, '29, Roman Staff, '29, In spite of all life's' hurts, while you sur- vive, You tell the world 'tis sweet to be alive. Julious Halley Wallace Spanish Club, '28, Tau Phi Phi, '29, A rare compound of intellect, good hu- mor and ambition. John Paul White Pablo K. K. D., '28, Spanish Club, '28, Tau Phi Phi, '29. The purest treason mortal times afford, is spotless reputation. William Marion Whittenburg Will Tau Phi Phi, '29, Spanish Club, '28, '29. Sober, steadfast, 1oyal. George Ishmael Williams Ish Football, '28, '29, NR Club, '28, '29, Track Team, '28, 29, District Pole Vault Record, '28, Four-Letter Club, '29, Spanish Club, '29, Tau Phi Phi, '29. Silence is more eloquent than Words. Delmas Younkin 'KYounk Football, '26, '27, '28, '29, French Club, '27, K. K. D., '28, Tau Phi Phi, '29, Boy's Quartet, '27, Glee Club, '26, '27, They say there are better men than I, But I'll have to get my glasses.

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THE ROMAN THE QUEST CApologies to Tennysonj Nay, sir! What phantom? I exclaimed The cup, the cup itself, in which the sages Have melted learning of centuries past and gone. The glimpse of which is coveted alway, By those most wise and thoughful today. The cup wherein lies for each who sees, His highest-his greatest usefulness to man. But who has seen the wondrous thing today? Those by whom, I answered, we were told- Our teachersg and if ever a wise hand Could instill our hearts with highest aspirations, A wise band, They saw the cup, and told to us Their vision-how they saw it come. And as they told a mist rose before our eyes, And in the mist, there smote along the wall A beam of light seven times more clear than dayg And down the long beam stole the Wondrous Cup All covered with a luminous cloud, And none might see who bore it, and it past. But everyone beheld his fe1low's face As in a glory, and everyone arose, And, staring at each other like dumb men, Stood, 'till one found a voice and swore a vow. He swore a vow before us all, that he, Because he had not seen the cup, would ride Forever and a day in a quest of it Until he saw itg and many among us sware. When came, in June, the beauties on the hill, When all the ground was covered over green, And new-born flowers sprung around our feet, On the enchanted hill of all our fondest dreams We left the beauties of our Alma Mater, We left her quiet, and strangely still and lone, We took our swords-our diplomas-and we rode Away to search the Wondrous Cup-to keep Our vows-to follow and to gain our Quest. And oft along the road we travelled far Our hearts within us murmured low: The Quest is not for thee -oh, faint heart We often were-and faint of mind and soul. The flowers we'd left upon the hill, we saw No more, and even the gleam grew dim and far away The pleasures we had once enjoyed and dreamed Were not for usffor us who took the vow. The satisfaction of whimsical desire