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CLASS POEM Alma Mater , the Mother of us all, whom we ' ll: always obey, Eagerly have we waited and worked four years for this day. It has been a steady, but pleasant toil we can say. Now that it is here, our hearts are filled with dismay. We love you, Alma Mater, Dear . Memories of you always will linger near. Your campus, halls, faculty and staff have given us so much cheer That we are reluctant to leave; but with the courage that you have given us to be brave and stout-hearted To our duties we go without fear. It never can be farewell to you; Never can we forget you; how can we? We are certain the skies will not always be blue, But for you, your portals we shall forever see. When shadows of sorrow have all passed away When our youth has been stolen by patches of gray, At the end of a perfect day; May we recall the sweet memories of yesterday? Dear Lord, we pray. Nefferritte Fisher Delma G. Sanders CLASS SONG To you, Alma Mater, the school of our hearts, We pledge Thee our loyalty true, For the work of Thy teaching and Thy loving care, Which has taught us to know and to do. Here within Thy walls, four years we have toiled, For the knowledge that we have obtained, We will love you forever and ever shall prove, You alone in our hearts will e ' er rule. As your dear sons and daughters go out from Thy walls, Your true Spirit shall with us remain, For Your Name we shall praise and Your Banner we ' ll raise, ' Tis Your Glory we ' ll always sustain. Alma Mater, may you forever long stand Crowned with honor as none in the land, As we go from Thy Portals we ' ll ever be true, Dear Shaw U, we bid Thee adieu.
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CLASS HISTORY On September 22, 1943, our class entered Shaw University to start on the long, hard journey to higher education. Unaware of the many obstacles to be encountered, we started this trip with joyous plans for four years of entertainment interspersed with a few hours of classwork. Our general idea of college was just another high school with the addition of dormitory life. Many changes were to take place in our group of ambitious youths, however, before the trip was finally completed. The first days of our college life were spent, for the most part, in getting acquainted with our roommates, learning the different buildings on the campus, and learning the new rules to which we would be subjected during our stay at college. The upperclass- men were most willing to help us and, within a little while, we began to feel at home in our new abode. The next days, however, were quite different for, by this time, most of us were suffering from extreme cases of nostalgia, but we managed to go through the line of registration and to fill in the yellow cards which were to play such a vital part in moulding our future. Soon classes began and we realized that our carefree, idle days were over. We also learned that failure is easier to achieve than is success. Several of the students were un- able to withstand this obstacle and dropped along the wayside, leaving the most ambitious ones to travel farther. As we settled down to study, we looked forward to the holidays. We were anxious to see the Christmas holidays for they would mean the first time that many of us would be going home since we came. The holidays passed and then what happened? See, but it was time for what the upperclassmen called exams . We had been warned of these at the beginning but did not take heed; so now, in a few days, we had to cramb, push and pack what we should have gathered all of the way along. For once the dormi- tories were quiet and we were behind closed doors, coming out only to go to the library or dining hall. Four days of exams (what a headache!) and at last they were over. Those of us who lived close by went home between semesters. Representing our class on the Semester Honor Roll were: Dorman Avery, Lorena Breeze (McBroom) . Dorette Daniels, Thomas Entzminger, Gwendolyn Ligon, Jesse Loftin, John Manley. Dorothy Powell, Edith Prunty, Virginia Raiford and Donnie Williamson. We began the second semester a little more seriously than we did the first. Due to the war there was no football. However, we participated in basketball. On the men ' s team we were represented by Eugene Turner and Thomas Entzminger; on the women ' s team by Doretha Daniels, Mozelle Alston, Rina Harris. Annie Hilliard, Janie Walker and Jessie Johnson. Another week of exams ended our first mile of the way. We had become attached to each other, so with tears in our eyes, dried only by the thought of our returning in the Fall, we parted. In the Fall of ' 45 we registered as juniors, looking forward to the junior-senior prom, which occupied most of our time during the spring. Time came for election of the president of the Student Body and did we feel honored when one of our own classmates, Miss Dorette Daniels, the first woman to hold that position, was elected and accepted readily. My, but how time flew and here we were beginning the last mile of the journey. The old ship which had been sailing through rugged as well as calm waters had sighted land and will soon anchor in the harbor of succcess. Those of us who have withstood the storm feel proud to know that we have just about completed our journey. For some of us it means the end of our school work; for others it me ' ans just a step to higher edu- cation, but, whatever our lot, we fear no trail and will continue to move on. Now, as we stand on the threshold, looking back over our four years which have been pleasurable and painful, we say fare- well to our teachers, classmates and friends. To our Teachers: You have guided and moulded us and we sincerely hope that you feel that you have not labored in vain. To our Classmates: The joys we have shared will linger in our memories to remind us of our stay here. To our Friends: Our chain shall not be broken, but strengthened. So with our motto in mind: The timber lies before us, let us build , we now face the world, and the history of the Class of 1947 goes down on record. Yet for us it is only the beginning and not the end. Signed: Cleopatra Hales Jessie Johnson Janie R. Walker Class Historians.
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