Timmonsville High School - Tihisco Yearbook (Timmonsville, SC)

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FLOY ALSIKE WIIITK “For if she will, she will, you may depend on it, And if she won't, she won't; so there's an end on it.'y HLOSSIE l as been true to every trust placed in her. She is imbued with the spirit of good fel- lowship and is never found off the job. “Quiet but wonderfully agreeable” is the verdict of those who know her best. Floy giggles quite a bit, and for this reason we imagine she is Joke Editor on the Annual Staff, and has also been assigned jokes for the final day—Commencement. Author of Class Twinkles; Joke Editor of Annual Staff; Member of Literary Society.

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HENRY WHITE ••The xtrout corkint hand lx the sfronf working brain.' —y MB IT! OX- that is really his name. When every 1 I body else is playing and enjoying life at recess, Henry is sitting by the window studying. He is the Historian of the Class. Just ask him a question and the whole class will turn around to see him rise and speal forth his answer. He not only has these good traits, but he is a good athlete and an excellent farmer. Member of the Literary Society: on Foot- ball Team for three years; Member of T. II. S. Military Company. JAMES R WHITE “So profit grows, where is no pleasure taken— In brief. Sir, study what you most affert. —I'AMES is the Artist and the Poet of the Class. L He seems to take a special interest in drawing when Miss Wright is in the room. Some day we expect his name to be. distinguished in these skil fill arts. We wonder if the initials, E. A., were left on his desk by some of last year’s pupils or whether they have recently been inscribed. We always know when James is around because everybody is chewing gum. Member of the Literary Society: on the Football Team for two years: Second Lieutenant of the T. II. F. Military Com- pany.

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 afutaforp HRIENDS, Comrades, and Classmates: We are glad that you have assembled here to lend inspiration to the exercises marking our graduation from the Timmonsville High School. You have heard the tattoo of our feet passing your doors day after day for a decade, making a trail of purpose leading to this glad hour. We stand, as it were, in the dawning of a new day, and it is in this spirit that we greet you. We invite you to share with us the joy that we feel in hail- ing the New Star that has arisen with the day. The Star of Hopes for future achievements. As the poet has so beautifully expressed it, ‘‘We have left our outgrown shell by life unresting sea and we intend to strive to build more stately mansions.” We are fifteen in number, battle-scarred but purposeful. Each girl to herself, and each boy to himself, is the word of the past and present, and the true word of immortality. No one can acquire for another, No one can develop for another. The song is to the singer, and comes back most to him; The teaching is to tin» teacher, and comes back most to him. So whatever measure of success we have reached thus far, was first con- ceived and developed by our honest efforts. We bask in the radiance of the effulgent glory of 1920, the year when our nation is free from the legalized liquor traffic; the year when childhood rejoices in its new freedom from ills imposed upon them by alcoholics. We breathe a new freedom, the freedom of helping the helpless as they rush from all quarters of the globe, seeking liberty and freedom in their pur- suit of happiness. It is our privilege to extend the glad hand and teach them American principles. Our opportunities are as broad as the world and high as heaven. “Somewhere above us, in elusive ether, Lives the fulfillment of our dearest dreams ’ Had I the gift of prophecy, I would mention some of these that, when clothed in reality, would not be recognized. Each of us, no matter how prosaic, may find the truth and follow it for “Great truths are portions of the soul of man; Great Souls are portions of Eternity.”