Timmonsville High School - Tihisco Yearbook (Timmonsville, SC)

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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.

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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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In the fifth grade we boys spent most of our time in the cloakroom (for our teacher would send us in there every day). This was her means of pun- ishment. One day she decided that we liked that too well, for she had found out that we were bringing all kinds of things to eat while in there. She began sending us to the office. We despised this, for we had heard many sad and woeful tales from the older boys who had been sent in there. We did not cherish this at all. 'I he first time we were sent in the office the professor only gave us a talk and a promise of something worse the next time. So the sixth year came and went without much incident, for we had decided to behave ourselves and to study real hard. Then we came to the seventh grade. During this year we were sent to the office more frequently and in larger numbers than ever before, but in some unknown and mysterious way we never received that which had been promised by the professor the next time we misbehaved, or at least that's the story all of 11s related. How true it was, I don't know. I hen the next year was our eighth year at school. The years had passed so rapidly that we could hardly realize that we were in High School. We received the initiation into High School. We got what was promised in les- sons as well. We began studying Latin this year. It was something new for us, but we managed to pass. In the ninth grade we began looking forward to graduating the next year. It seemed hard to see how those dignified Seniors looked down upon us. Of course, this fact made us strive harder each day to pass on all of our studies so that we could be a member of the graduating class the next year. We all declared that we would not be so haughty, even though we had a right to be. Any one who has been through part of “the mill of knowledge” as we Have had a right to be proud. And at last we are here—“graduates. Many times, as we toiled on through geometry and Caesar, our diplomas, the goal for which we had been working for ten years, seemed far away. Ilut. at last, after probably our happiest year of school life, we are stand- ing on the border of “No Man's Land, the vast unknown world before us. But ten long, happy, profitable years lie behind us in the T. H. S. Mei.vin II. Purvis, Jr. Class Historian.