Tennessee High School - Cadmea Yearbook (Bristol, TN)

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Mary Evelyn Harmon Post-Graduate Girls’ Chorus. Literary Society. Mary has proved herself to have the deepest consideration and appre- ciation of others. This is her main characteristic in dealing with every- one and it is the quality that is most to be admired in her. Mary always has a pleasant smile for everyone and her words are marked by cheerfulness and brightness. Leston Curtis Parks Post-Graduate “Parks” Literary Society. Hi-Y Club. His cheery good nature; his reasonable attitude toward things in general; his readiness to give or withhold advice as seems best; his sterling ivorth and altruism have caused Leston to become one of the class’ most esteemed friends. 31

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Samuel Miller Vance, Jr. “S” Football ’20. Basket-ball ’21. Baseball ’21. Boys’ Chorus. Assistant Art Editor Annual. I iterary Society. Hi-Y Club. Here ue have one of the class’ best athletes. He, with some other ■members of our class, was instru- mental hi carrying the victory over Virginia in football, and in helping our basket-ball team. If he tackles anything he is sure to win. In making his goal he has won many lifelong friends, who wish him the best of success. Hazel Beatrice Walters “Billy” Literary Society. Even though there is a certain reserve about Hazel, we feel that behind this reserve there is worlds of humor, which when once given the needed stimulus might become one of her most attractive features. She is a quiet, lovable girl. 20

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Senior Class l istorp I have often wondered why jieople persist in saying school days are the brightest days of life. I even ventured to cjuestion the truth of the statement. Tonight I agree with those people, for tonight I understand. The past four years of High School are gone, they are now a part of yesterday: “A yesterday that is gone forever. Bound in a sheaf, which God holds tight ’ith glad days and sad days. Which never shall visit us more With their fullness of sunshine. Their shadows of night.” In our memory there is a place set apart, and held sacred to us, that of High School days. I shall now repeat a magic verse, after which we shall re-live our golden days, in the land of memories. Backward, turn backward Oh, Time in your flight. Again make us “school butters,” Just for tonight. We were ushered into the newly finished High School in the fall of 1917. This marked the first epoch of our High School career; the first public appearance of the insignificant bit o’ humanity, called “the Ireshmen.” We all agree that we were no monstrosities nor yet pyg- mies, but we had never realized that there existerl such an i npleasant sensation, that of feehng so small. The tragic and cruel part of the situation vas that every time that we attempteci to assume one degree of importance some teacher would remind us of our insignificance, thereby injuring our pride but succeeding in lowering us to humility. To illustrate: We were told that vae, the Freshmen, would Le permitted to have charge of the chajjel exercises on a certain Monday morning. We pracciced long and faithfully under the supervision of Miss Nellie Angel Smith, whom we recall as one of the rarest of persons, a teacher, comrade and friend. At last the designated Monday arrived for us to prove our brilliancy. We filed onto the platform with much solemnity. The ceremony, similar to the one when the farmer’s wife tried