Sumter County High School - Cat A Wah Yearbook (York, AL)

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W9 ' 00.0 10 THE CHANTICLEER 1930 vols aw knowledge. We were fast learning that we had only a background for knowledge and that a high school education only prepares the way for the true lessons of life. At the end of each month the Seniors were subject to fits of depression and discouragement, we felt we were falling along the Wayside. But not for long did We have the blues We would again find courage to start anew, resolving to study diligently. And only by the un- tiring efforts of our teachers we have at last come to the end of our first real accomplishment in life. CARL HARMON. 2 ,liiilfti-' .- l' ,Q -if-V-ff L wh- .4304

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wo - - 'N 1930 THE CHANTICLEER 9 ,454 - IW ,Senior Glass Cyfistory N a bright and peaceful September morning in the year 1926, the ap- pearance of the present day seniors was seen in Sumter County High School. To us it was a memorable occasion for it marked the exit from Elementary School to a coveted enrollment in High School. The Sophomores, the Juniors and the Seniors, sincerely believe it their duty, at the beginning of each year, to provide the first disciplinary methods for the Freshman. They are ever prepared to give the new recruits a warm reception, and in our case they made no exception. The girls are always accepted without any preliminaries, but not so with the boys. The belt line was formed for us and as we passed between those two lines of belts and boys, we wondered why we couldn't begin as Sophomores. Being newcomers to this school, we were unaccustomed to the daily routine of work provided for us. After being made acquainted with the customs, habits, the rules and regulations, we were as much at home as anyone else. At length after a few encounters with the Sophomores and frequent admonishments from the teachers, we completed our Freshman year. In our Sophomore year we were beginning to feel we were a part of this great organization known as Sumter County High School. This causing us to work harder and to endeavor to please our teachers. As Freshmen we felt more or less as onlookers but as Sophomores we were a definite spoke in this wheel of knowledge. Then, came our revenge at the belt line. But we remembered when we were Freshmen and relented at the last moment. The Juniors and Seniors, however, did not prove so lenient. When we became Juniors we had our first close association with the Seniors. The effect of this association was to inspire us to greater efforts to realize our ambition, Seniorhood. We began to feel that graduating from High school was not something to be merely dreamed of in our leisure moments, but could really be accomplished. The mist around our castle of dreams was fast clearing. We could see the end of the Way just ahead. As we traveled on to our goal our egotism increased. We revelled in the nickname conceited Juniors, using every opportunity to flaunt it to the world. . At last our dreams became a reality, we were Seniors. We became pos- sessed with a dignity which even the Juniors respected. Feeling our su- periority we remained aloof from the lower classes. But after settling down to real work, we forgot our dignity and superiority in our search for QQ!! Jo'

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V53 - ICU 1930 THE CHANTICLEER 11 VM- MV ,Senior Qlass 'Prophecy ROPHECY often is the logical continuance of the known into the un- known, and with the present knowledge we have of these Classmates of '30, it should be an easy matter to prophesy for about 25 years ahead. Since the prophet does not have to prove that he is, right and no one can prove that he is wrong, I consider it safe to plunge headlong into the future. Now you will just imagine that it is a fine day in the year 1955, and I will tell you how I found my classmates occupied. I was doing my best to concentrate on my astromonical work, but my thoughts continually wandered in reverie to my old classmates. In the midst of my very ardent study of Mars, the lens of my huge telescope would suddenly blur, and the silhouette of my friends would become visible. I cleared the lens impatiently, wondering at the strange phenomen. I was resolved to continue my work, but after constant repetition of fantastic vision I resolved to see it through. I considered it merely a temporary fault of vision, but being in a sentimental mood due to recalling friends and incidents of school days, I took my seat at the base of the telescope. Noth- ing was visible but Mars, grotesque in the powerful lens. Then a slow mist began to roll towards the mouth of the telescope, blurring Mars till it became invisible. Wondering, and with some misgivings, I held my gaze fast to the ocular illusion. The fog milled slowly about and then be- gan to disappear leaving a scene, startling in its clearness. First, is our president, Sammie Webb, twenty-five years from now. He is running busily along his way attending to the affairs of a large bank on Wall Street. Many of his patrons are coming into the bank to confer with the president. They find him as we have in high school days, always there when you want him. Next Carl Harmon, our vice-president, has become Governor of Alabama. The only reason he was elected to the office was that no one could get a word in edge ways when he was around. He has taken the state by storm with his garrulous ways. Everette Cobb, having settled down in York, has taken over the bus- iness of his father, known as Cobb Ka Company. He is making about a three hundred per cent profit on all his wares and is the same old Everette, for he could always get the money if there was any to get. Enola Peters is the head of the Department of Literature at the Univer- sity of Chicago and in her leisure moments she reads The Tale of Two Cities, her favorite pastime novel. 'NA -' . on