Webb School - Sawney Yearbook (Bell Buckle, TN)

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THE OLD GUARD ROW I- Gilbert Gordon, Teresa Gordon, Pam Berry, Bryant Woosley ROW 2- Charlie Whitworth, Knox Haynes, Lindy Judd, john Moore ROW 3- Doris jones, Byron Loyd, George Huddleston, Kendall Hayes ROW 4- Lynn Watson, Lep Andrews, John Templeton The Old Guard is composed of Seniors who have attended Webb four years or more. It is one of the oldest organizations on campus.

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How can I express my feelings about my stay at Webb? Tell you the good times or bad? Or perhaps what I have gained from both. There were many things I hated at first. The hypocritical prefects who were constantly nagging me to study. Going to night school, Mr. Boyd's Modern European History class, or better termed the rolling twenties! Rock's quarter exams. Bell Buckle. For a while I felt as though Memphis was New York. Reading points, if I ever got them was due to my last hour cramming. Mr. Cook's leaving to teach at another school. And of course May 21, 1975. The rules, strict and often questionable, angered me. The pledge, it has always been a unique rule, because when in effect, it prohibits anyone to pause en route from one place to another. Oh, the smoking rules, one place to smoke and definite times when one may smoke. And marks for disobediance, even though I never accumulated many, seemed silly. People constantly got them and on Saturdays were to work them off either raking leaves or tearing down build- ings. I never got into that. To be honest is another thing oneilearns here. I have had many of my best times in Bell Buckle, Harwell and I in C-5, Mr. Cook's apartment for nightly shows and dinner, the night spring break recessed before the district tourna- ment, of our play, ST. JOAN. El Toro, Monteagle, Barbara Edwards, icy ex- pressways, late cigarettes, jay and Bee, Blacksmith's, the bomb, and ulti- mately the invaluable friendships. All these helped me learn in the end what is the best pursuit. ' The knowledge that I have gained in every pursuit is unique, Nowhere else can one find it. The improvements in study, character, and living with hin- drences that an outsider cannot possibly understand, are the shoes which will protect feet in the future. No matter how tough the road, rugged the mountain, or hot the fire, your shoes remember, are one of a kind, and unless your friend is a graduate of Webb, his feet will always ache a little more . . . jf! Jlfffd Shouldn't have took more than you gave. Again, hoping for that morn close to the sun, early in the dawn. , Again, I wished upon a star, Again, no answer did I get, Again, I waited for that morn to come. xy.. hi A Parents are great! I! ft Melissa'