Tabb High School - Bengal Yearbook (Tabb, VA)

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1 1 i I Poinf The golden years are almost over at last. Somehow they have slipped by a little too fast. None the less the end is near And we look forward to it with some happi- ness and fear. For when we graduate and say good-bye Unwantedly but inevitably many good friend- ships shall die. And as we look at each and every friend We wonder why it has to end, But we realize the time has come to go And when we receive our diplomas a few sentimental tears will flow. For as we look back on the past four years We share many happy thoughts and joyful tears. As the ceremony comes to an end, we’ll each go our separate way. Hopeful that we’ll meet again someday But even if we don’t we shall possess an eternal tie That is our fondest years of the great class of 1975. Mike Loding V.. y Counferpoinf When I think back on all the years I spent within our school, 1 stop and think and wonder how 1 could be such a fool. Oh, granted that good times we’ve had; but one thing I must say — The time we most looked forward to was going home each day. So I am asked to write this ode to praise good old Tabb High And though I view this task with dread I can do naught but try. Mr. Markoff, I agree, the parking lot is small. If you’d just make the teachers walk there’d be room for us all. Mr. Cherry teaches us to get to class on time, And from the way he cracks the whip you’d think it was a crime. Our principal we can’t forget, no matter how we try. On him we must rest the credit and the blame for old Tabb High. The faculty deserves our praise, they’ve done a first-rate job. From peaceful students we’ve been changed to an unruly mob. The food they serve at school each day is good without a doubt. However, you’ll be better off if you can do without. Our football team was four and six, our basketball just died; They might have given up the fight and no one would have cried. Tabb High made us appreciate the joy of goofing off. The art of doing not a thing which we used to scoff. Tabb High made us appreciate the joy of going home. The luxuries of Alcatraz, the decadence of Rome. From three years here 1 must conclude that this school bears a cur.se. I thought my old school pretty bad but Tabb High’s even worse. So as we leave with tear in eye, for next year’s class we fear. And laugh behind our hands Ixcause they’re stuck another year. Mark Adkins 19H WRAP-UP

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%| ' v l We are standing by the crosscoads Take a side and step along We ace sailing away on a I’ivei to the sea Maybe you and me will meet again J. Taylor 200 THE END