Webb School - Sawney Yearbook (Bell Buckle, TN)

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I've taken my fun where I've found it, An' now I must pay for my fun, For the more you 'ave known o' the others The less you will settle to one. -- Rudyard Kipling Nly time here at Webb was a short one, but I would not trade it for any other opportunity. The fellow classmates, encouraging staff and faculty, and others that I have met will never be forgotten. Life is to be taken seriously to perceive those unforseen pockets of knowledge and love but life and the strength of love is not something that should be surreptitiously hidden. At Webb there is the chance to realize what life and love can give you. This is something that I will always cherish. Of course, as most people know, I get as much out of life as I can. Special thanks to Keith, Kevin, Jim, Helga, Mark, Gene Hutcheson, and the rest of the dudes around. CM W You only live once, so give it all the gusto you got! -- Schlitz,

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as Nt 1 S .si f t .:x!,., .. ,, . I I uytt I I I I , I gt :, - --'f X-f :- F l I . g i i 1 fini f - I' 'AJ' vu-'In I The realization that I will be leaving Webb School makes strange impressions upon me. As I look back into my past here, I see anguishing times. I feel the tortue of soccer practice running, the pressure the night before reading points were due, frustrations in the all-night chemistry labs, the fright before a declamation, the sting of lVIr. Lagler's switch, and fatigue of making an English paper word- perfect. But as I near the end of these hardships, I have an ironic love for each memory. lVly true friends -- people who I could and would trust with my life, who live with honesty, integrity and compassion -- I will always love. These people are Webb gchinol, for they have the understanding and the conscience to live by va id i ea s. The Ideal -- to turn out boys that are tireless workers, and that know how to work effectively, that are accurate scholars, that know the finer points of morals and practise them in their daily living, that are always courteous gentlemen but without a single trace of snobbery. -- Sawney Webb

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' 'ig I ff 11.A1Al Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth, Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wea Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, Thanks, Webb, for everything. ,pibufcia fp And both that morning equally lay In leaves not step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day: Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted ifl should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.