Valley High School - Viking Yearbook (Valley Station, KY)

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Miss Lonq Miss Iones Mrs. Luyion Mr. Lcxyno Mrs. Dobyns Mr. Lewis Mr. Brown Mrs. Iosper Miss Wilson Mrs. Owings Miss lessee Miss Gczrriqon 8

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WTF' , ' , ai, ,Z -- , .4 ,eff '- 2 ff A ,, iltemintnrrnrr fn ug- . bf! is , , 1' br' ' 6' - A- - xmf A IE, 55, Yes, now is the time for remembering- Remembering, and smiling, Recalling, and crying, Pondering, wondering Laughing Sighing. Now, while we wait to leave behind us Memories that shall always bind us, Shall e'er remain, shall e'er remind us Ol days- Of hours- Oi years That have raced by present into past. O! how We hoped for them to last! In each heart a silent prayer That Time and Space would meekly dare To stop, and thus fulfill our deepest yearning- To stay these years, these times of learning. Ours was a vain and selfish hope, Not fair, not logical, not sound, not true, But very wanted. And we with matters worldly tried to cope, To broaden viewpoint, to widen scope, And the moon shone, and the sun through skies still blue Marched on undaunted, Until we found, with falling heart, The end. O, not the end of lite, or Time, But the end oi an era, a stage, The melancholy finis to an age Of joys, of happiness, of sublime Innocence, puberty, young manhood, Or young womanhood. Slowly, surely, the door had closed Upon us, And a stark, grim reality imposed Upon us, Our lines were said. Our roles were dead. And now we remember- We recall the first meeting held by our cast, To others, a mere repeating of the past- To us, it was the launching Of an escapade, The curtain raising of a new and yet old drama In which we played The leading parts. Recall how we traversed these learning marts With doubt, fear, Anxiety, near Frustration. And how we hastily took our cues With over-exactness, And expounded greatly, like all ingenues, Forgot the gift compactness While showing the director that we deserved our lines. Bring back the memories- Memories of when our play had run A while, and we bards had then begun To strut our part upon the stage, To show the world our keen and sage Demeanor. No longer in the novice class As time went by, it came to pass: We took our place as actors, then, And in keeping with the trade, We lived in awe. But even these times not stayed, And on, on marched the moon and stars Into the endless gap that holds All the yesterdays, and grimly bars Them from returning. Alas! we knew the time was nearer coming, And in our ears the deeply humming Voices. Voices of actors who had worn The costume with which we now adorn Ourselves: Warning, advising, telling, Caustic, informing, compelling. And still we closed our eyes and dreamed. Our cast without a part? It seemed Impossible! And yet we knew That it was true. We faced the final act with courage rare, And as the lines we had to bear Developed into pages, And pages into scenes, Deep, deep inside us rages The battle of the subdued thought, As it wrestles with our wishful thinking. And as all the formerly checked fury wrought By it envelopes us, We finally know our plight. At last the cruel reality l-las struck with such fatality To penetrate the fog that has surrounded usg And now our hopes grow disconsolate As they feel this dreary parapet- This tangible result of the fear that has hounded us Since first we learned our lines. Now we walk upon the stage With weary step, Dreading the final curtain, Fearing with a certain Unknown fear. Wondering what will follow in its wake, What the mocking playwright, Life, brings to take lts place. Playing our parts With nostalgic hearts That smile on, as many have smiled before us And yet- A certain joy is flowing in our soul, Throbbing, Faint, but still there. A happiness that takes in our whole Being, And gives a little savour To this life of bitter flavor. For we know, even though unable To relive these days, years, and hours As the reaper overpowers Them, Deep within, where we hold what we cherish These days we are leaving shall never perish TOMMY HUDSON