Timmonsville High School - Tihisco Yearbook (Timmonsville, SC)

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We are now in the Springtime of life. Let us plow deep, turning the stubble of adversity into the furrows of prosperity and sow with a lavish hand deeds of kindness and helpfulness that those who reap may bless the sowers for “The tissue of life to be We weave with colors all our own, And in the field of Destiny We reap as we have sown.” Mamie Ham, Salutatorian.

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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.”

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'jfyxetoxp Cfosa of 1920 EN YEARS AGO the Class of 1920 started to school, each member a T being led by his or her mother and wearing nice, fresh clothes. We entered the school house, and seeing such a crowd caused us to become very timid. Some of us even cried, but we soon overcame our timidness, and when the bell rang for us to go in, every one tried to get in line. When we got into the chapel a man got up and talked a long time, then another man got up and talked a long time, and still another and another, until we were all very restless and wished they would stop talking. Some- body said they were preachers, so that's why they talked so long. After such a long time we were dismissed from chapel and were led into the first grade room. The teacher treated us kindly. She took our names and gave us a slip of paper with the names of our books on it. We were then dismissed and went home. It was about the middle of our first year that we left the old school building and came to a new one. the one we now occupy. I remember we went to the old building that morning and marched from there to the new building. Ye didn’t like this change so much because in the old building about four of us could sit in one of those large desks and now we have to sit alone in the little new desks. When we that were promoted went to the second the next year we had a wonderful teacher. She would take us in her lap and was so good to us. We studied hard and each one would try to keep ahead of the other in headmarks. The teacher would put stars by our names on the blackboard when we knew our lessons. This caused us to work very hard. Again, when the year was over those who had studied were promoted to the third grade. By this time we had gotten over our timidness thoroughly and we were inclined to be smart and to try to say funny thinks. AA e got along fine until our teacher got sick and we got a substitute. Our substitute teacher was a teacher who would have order in the room. When she left the room, of course all of us would talk. We were always punished for talking. It was in tlu third grade that we began to have “head and foot in spelling. T his caused us to spell well enough to stand where we wanted to—that is, l eside the girl we liked best. AVe would hate to turn her down just because it was she. I reckon. Then we went to the fourth grade, and our teacher was again a good one. although she believed too strongly (I thought) in punishment, but we boys who received most of the punishment, whether we needed it or not. were des- tined to find out in a few more years what punishment really was.