Stapleton High School - Purple and Gold Yearbook (Stapleton, GA)

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THE CLASS HISTORY The Senior Class started off in the fir st grade with thirty pupils. Our teachers for the first seven grades were, Miss Johnson, Miss Cowart, Miss Caver, Miss James, Miss Pullen, Mrs. McDonald, Miss Walden, Miss Pennington, Mrs. Lofton, Mr. Cook, Mrs. Kilgore, and Mrs. Adams. We entered into High School in the eighth grade with fourteen pupils. Entering into the Freshman year of High School brought new fields of thought in working toward the Senior Year. The Sophomore year brought the writing of short stories and the exploring of higher mathematics. The class spirit which had been gradually increasing, manifested itself in athletics. The Junior year we joyously accepted the responsibilities of higher classmen. The most thrilling adventure found us preparing for the Junio1'YSenior Banquet. June found us preparing responsi- bilities for the Senior year. The Senior year started off with twelve pupils. We lost two. one marrying and one quitting. Of the thirty pupils that started in the first grade, only five will graduate together. 9

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ALMA MAT ER You are A wonderful high school. Dear old Stapleton High. You'll hold a spot Down deep in my heart Till the stars no longer shine. These days will live on forever Down in my memory For there'11 never be A high school to me Like our own dear Stapleton High. O CLASS MOT T O But to act, that each tomorrow Find us better than today. -Longfellow. CLASS COLORS Green and White CLASS FLOWERS Larkspur and Queen Anne Lace 8

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CLASS POEM WE GRAVE AND REVEREND SENIORS We grave and reverend Seniors, Who thought the years so slow We spent in acquisition Of things we had to know, Are filled with wild excitement: At last the goal is won. We gaze in admiration Upon the work we've done. The courses we have taken, The stiff exams we've passed Would indicate intelligence: With wonder we're aghast. The faculty, they tell us, Are equally surprised, For when they found us passing They scarce believed their eyes. Perhaps it was their wisdom That dragged us up to grade, And so we're saying, Thank you, For good advice and aid. How often we have counted The time till holidays, And wished the hours were shorter In education's ways! But now we may discover What old folks say is true: Life's working day is lengthly, And holidays are few. Still armed with high endeavor We'l1 meet fate with a smile And strive with heart undaunted, Remembering the while That life, despite misfortune, ls but adventure gay, And death's a friend that gives us A last long holiday. 10