Selma High School - Sel Ala Yearbook (Selma, AL)

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r 'T 3 glam in l H, me S 11 L-ALA, El - H 1 , E' 5' S -.. - 4 X il V I J F llwlx .mg A ' mi l 4! y.L - Mya: ,... .. , . . ,,,, ,, .... ,.,,,,,,,, And friends, like roses, shattered all Have heard the tender heaven call- Within my heart I'll keep the gleam Of every hope and every dream Every sadness and every joy, The face of many a girl and boy You loved and knew 9 societies, And contests warm, sweet ecstasies When love was young, exams, And hurried, arduous crams, And scores of other things, I'll keep To make you smile and cure your weeps, This child of vision, love, and jest, Now greets its friends from far and near, It's not the worst, nor yet the best Just Sel-Ala, your friend so dear. Virginia Foxworth. Ulf!! with profuse apologies. to Kyoling If you can write a theme D On any subject, And go to class and bravely read it through, If you can merely Take a glance at Halleck, 1 And make Mrs. Howard think you study as some dog If you can go to Home Ec. And wash dishes, And burn and cut your fingers and still smile, And then, forthwith, Go dumbly on to history And not let what you don't know cramp your style, If you can go Each day quite unprepared Yet bluff through all the classes that you hate, You'll never have A reason to be scared And, what is more, old dear, you'll graduate! Rosa Reynolds. 4179.-,'N. il.-H H -'I 'wr-2-. N 1 N li'I'liliN lpvf' TH I 11 'rv ftllf' T 5 1