Webb School - Sawney Yearbook (Bell Buckle, TN)

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It is nearly impossible to express my feelings for Webb on paper. I could write for hours and still not say everything there is to say about Webb. I have had some bad times, but for some reason only the good ones come to my mind. I will always remember counties to Fairfield and surrounding areas, Mrs. Fort's Spanish class, Byron's first haircut, Mr. Holliman's history class, Buckles' birthday party, Tuck and Stan, Louis and jay fwherever he isj, julian bed and Carter Mack. To me Webb has been much more than just a school or institution, it has been a way of life that I wouldn't trade for anything. The first days are the hardest days Don't you worry any more Cause when life looks like easy street There is danger at your door. -The Grateful'Dead 's

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Bfadg C. urfif. In the days of my youth I was told what it was to be a man. Now I've reached the age, I've tried to do all the things the best I can. No matter how I try, I find my way to the same old jam. Good times, bad times, you know l've had my share. J. Page Leaves are falling all around, It's time I was on my way. Thanks to you I'm much obliged For such a pleasant stay. Robert Plant Many times I've gazed along the open road. Many times I've lied and many times I'Ve listened. Many times I've wondered how much there is to know. Robert Plant To Mr. Holliman all I can say is thanks for all your time and trouble. lt was not wasted.

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Mike Giddings strums a guitar with Roger Kilgore. Time fades away. Neal Young Everybody I love you. C. S. N. Y. Looking back over the three years that I've been here, I often wonder was it worth all the agony, the tears, and the heartbreak. Always I come up with the same answer- corny as it may sound - Yes. In all honesty, this school has been the best experience in my life. There is no way you can get something out of this school without putting something into it. I found this out the way many others did, the hard way. To my friends fand they know who they arej all my thanks, without them, I'd be just another face on the street.