Wicomico High School - Tom Tom Yearbook (Salisbury, MD)

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THE TATLE R—1 9 2 6 21 Miss Killiam, one we all love so well, Teaches Geometry, about things round and square, She’s pleasant always, a jolly good sport, And always plays the game fair. Mr. Carroll lives in Chemistry Land, Where the Juniors hate to travel, And when he gives one of his “easy” tests, Their wits they cannot unravel. There’s a memory that will linger In our hearts for years to come, Of the pleasant days in Mrs. Pope’s room, Where knowledge in our hearts would drum. Miss Phillips is one of the Commercial staff, Shorthand is her chief diversion, We take words so fast and transpose them That our minds are in constant confusion. We imagine we’re back in Caesar’s day, When we enter Miss Landon’s room, She teaches Latin in all kinds of ways, But we find it our greatest doom. We hope that in the near future, There will be some handsome man To capture Miss Powell’s true-blue heart, And I’m sure he will, if he can. If the ghosts of the. grand colonial men Could revisit us on our earth, We would find one in Mr. McIntosh, Who can be stern, yet full of mirth. Miss Wootton, one of our new teachers Came to us with her Southern drawl, She teaches American History, And has made a friend of us all. We have another new teacher with us, And teaching history is her chief delight, I’m sure you’d never guess her name, So I’ll just tell you. It’s Miss Wright. Miss Gordy is the friend to the “Freshies,” And surely carries on her own plan, Of making them “Sophs” the next year, By placing in their hearts, “I can.”

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20 THE TATLER—1926 Faculty Poem When I began to compose this poem, I had something on which to write, ’Tis true I had no theme or plot, And no hero or heroine in sight. But the faculty of Wicomico High Where for four years we have striven, Is what this poem is all about, And to them our thanks are given. For whatever we do in the coming years, And what we gain on the road to success, Over rocks of trouble and hills of despair We owe to the teachers of W. H. S. First on our list is Mi 1 . Cordrey, Our Principal, esteemed by all. It is he, who has guided us safely, Through difficulties great and small. He teaches us Social Civics, A study not liked by some, But those who take up politics May owe it to him for their political run. Mr. Wheeler, the friend of us all, Teaches Physics, a study so hard, He always has charge of attendance slips, And for late students, is always on guard. Frenchy little Miss Taylor Is one of our new teachers this year, She has wound herself around our hearts, And we love her, for she is most dear. We often wonder how in the world Miss Lankford keeps in her head The names and whereabouts of the library books, “ ’Tis a broad mind,” I’ve heard it said.

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22 THE TATLE R—1 9 2 6 Miss Erwood is one of the Siamese twins. For without Miss Wootton you seldom find her. But all the same in her English class, She can work it so her pupils mind her. What I could say about Miss Straughn, Would not be half good enough, For she surely has lent us a helping hand, Over discouraging places, deep and rough. In Mrs. Disharoon’s reception hall, Where English is taught every day, The “Sophs” are shown all the rules and things, Which somehow in their minds won’t stay. What could we have done without Miss Dryden? I hardly dare to say, For she has given us life’s great lessons, Which we can never repay. To Miss Parker and Miss Messick The girls owe their Domestic art, For such are the things each girl should know, If she desires the key to a young man’s heart. I’m sure you all know Miss Mildred Morris, For everyone thinks her a dear, And when she finishes with the Dramatic Club, We will all claim kin to Shakespeare. There is always a promise in room number four, From Miss Porter, we often hear, That if we listen to her set of rules, We’ll all be stenographers in two years. “A man’s chief art is the use of the saw,” And this, Mr. Unger has instilled in our hearts, For he teaches the boys Manual Training, Which is one of our School’s fine arts. There is one well loved young lady. Who teaches English every day; She comes from the town called Pittsville, It’s Miss Davis, in her Ford Coupe. Algebra has been studied through and through, By Miss Ida Morris, and carefully stored Away in her mind, until I’m sure she could Teach in some large college from her algebraic hoard.