State High School - Analyst Yearbook (Terre Haute, IN)

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ROBERT M'cFALL President Hi-Y '41, '42g Camera Club '40, Analyst Staff. 0 lF HILDA WILLEN Secretary Blue Tri Council '43, '44g Blue Tri '41, '42, '43, '44g G. A. A. '41, '42, Glee Club '41, '42, '43g Orchestra '41, '42, Mixed Chorus 441, '42, '43g Art Club '41. TAI-lllE S E N I O R S WILLIAM HARRIS Vice-President Sec. Jr. Classg Pres. Soph. Classy Jr. Prom Coin. Cb1'.g Gen. Chr. Sr. Carnivalg Co-Editor Analyst, Stu- dent Librarian. '44 JANECE LE MASTER Treasurer G. A. A. '42, '43g Glee Club Analyst Staff.

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WALTER I-I. WOODROW On behalf of the Senior Class and the whole school, we, the editors, wish at this time to pay tribute to a member of the faculty who has served our school faith- fully for many years. He is, as we know. retiring from teaching. Many of our par- ents and teachers were under his guidance While in high school. His unique method of teaching classes has been not only edu- cational, but inspiring. His dry wit and intelligent hunfor has often given us mo- ments of hilarity. His philosophy of life, which he has expressed throughout his many years of teaching, has been a great in- Huence in the broadening of our minds. We do not have words to express our gratitude and appreciation of having known and studied under Mr. Woodrow, therefore, we say, Thank you, Mr. Woodrow, we shall miss you here at school. THE CYCLE From the slime of the tidal beaches, At the line of the land and sea, From the ooze of the salt-marsh reaches I have come at last to me: Thus spell geologic pages In incontrovertible lore How I left the abyss of the ages, And clambered upon the shore. In a colloidal cell in the sea-mire- 'Twas there, I am told, I began, As a worm, then a fish, then higher, I passed on the road to man: Thru reptile and mammal ascending- It matters not when nor how, Nor what in the future is pending- I am come to what I am now. What sword o'er my head is suspended I'm much too happy to mindg Or if by Omniscience I'm tended, Or a Heaven that's deaf and blind : Each hour brings joy, tho its fleetness ls hastening life to its closeg Each breath comes laden with sweetness What matters it whither it goes? For me, no past is unpleasant, No future can bring me dismay, Such rapturous throbs fill the present, Such delight 'tis to live but today, That when life's fever assuages, I've neither request nor demand, Though I should return for the ages Where the sea rolls up on the sand. Walter H. Woodrow.

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We have thus far in our lives been guided skillfully by parents and teachers. We now go forth into the world, undaunted, unafraid. The world we face is not a normal one, in- stead, it is acworld of chaos and war, into which we are thrust to take our respective places and carry out our jobs to the best of our ability. We shed the protective cloak of youth which has thus far sheltered us and take on steel and armor, our cloaks of the future. We know, however, that in the far future, beyond the abyss of war, there waits a world of peace for all. It is this thought that we must keep in our minds to carry us through the dark days that lie ahead. , The Editors. THOMAS ABBINETT BETTY JO BAILEY-Jr. Class Pres., Vice-Pres. Blue Tri '44, Blue Tri '42, '43, '44g Council '43, '44. BETTY BIGGS - Bowling Club '43. CHARLES ARCHER-Glee Club '43. BE STRONG Be strong! We are not here to play, to dream, to drift, We have hard work to do, and loads to liftg Shun not the struggle-face itg 'tis God's gift. Be strong! Say not, The days are evil. Who's to blame ? And fold the hand and acquiesce-oh shame! Stand up, speak out, and bravely, in God's name. Be strong! It matters not how deep intrenched the C wrong, How hard the battle goes, the day how long, Faint not-fight on! Tomorrow comes the song. Maltbie Davenport Babcock.