Tubman High School - Maids and a Man Yearbook (Augusta, GA)

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li -Q s P LEOLINE LOUISE BLACK il If to her lot some errors chance to fall, Look to her face and you'll forget them all. ESTELLE BLUM What's gone and what's past help should be past grief. SARA BOLGLA I'm sure care's an enemy to life. MARGARET JEAN BRADDY u If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries I would give no man a reason upon com- pulsionf' MARGARET ELIZABETH BROOME Ai Let gentleness my strong enforcement be. Page Sixteen IU! fin 7 ,W 'N ,K X J x JJ W 52 VIOLA LAFAYETTE BROWN Blest. with that sweet sim- plicity of thought So rarely found and never to be taught. BETTY THERESA BRUGGEMAN Bid me discourse. I will en- chant thine ear. MARY EDNA BUSCH We meet thee like a pleasant tlvougl1t. DONALD BUSSEY I shall never be ware of mine own wit till I break my shins against it.

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L. E- ESTELLE FLORENCE ANDERSON n The milclest manners and the gzentlest heart. EMILIE CATHERINE ANDREWS A tender smile, our sorrows only balm. MIRIAM ARNDT Why should she study and make herself sad? MARY VIRGINIA AVRETT Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart. IVIE HENDERSON BAGGS Oh, how full of briars is this work-a-day world. 7. Ki: i T' ,Gs ilggfh SARA SEDWICK BAILEY Her feet delight in dancing. LIZZIE MAE BARNES She hath a daily beauty in her life. MARY ANTHONY BARNES True as a needle to the pole, or as the dial to the sun. I DORIS ELIZABETH BENTLEY The first great work la task performed by fewj Is that yourself may to yourself be true. Page Fifteen

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u MARTHA BURGAMY True humility, The highest virtue, mother of them all. LOUISE BURTON sa He's armed without that's innocent within. CATHERINE CALLAWAY SWeetly did she speak and move Whom to look at was to love. EILEEN FLORENCE CHAPMAN But thy eternal summer shall not fade. ELLEN COCLIN 'Silence that spoke and elo- quence of eyes. A CORRIE ELIZABETH COLCLOUGH Candor is the seal of a no- ble mind The sweetest charm of woman. ww- FLORENCE CONSELYEA Youth-full of grace, force. fascination. MARTHA LOUISE COOPER Do you not know I am a woman? Vllhen I think I must speak. ANNABEL RAGSDALE CORLEY Thy modesty's a candle to thy merit. Page Seventeen