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

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THE TATLER—192 7 21 And now, I’ll conclude this little rhyme I’ve already used too much time. As everyone knows—I am not bright, And never made any claim to write. If only the teachers will forget The many times we’ve caused them to fret— And just remember our better side— Forever we’ll, in their hearts, abide. —Leoma Walls.

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20 THE TATLER—1927 Miss Gordy teaches Algebra, too— And makes everyone his homework do. It’s not surprising we know a lot, Look what a dandy teacher we’ve “got!” Dear little Miss Davis, don’t you know, Teaches us tones that are soft and low. Her sweet notes make us thrill to the core, And make us holler for more and more! Miss Brown is “strong” on the newest games— She knows all about them and their names, Her classes love her as well they might For she is a teacher—very bright! If Silas Mainer and Ivanhoe Could learn the secrets we have to know, About their actions and their deeds, Mrs. Disharoon could fulfill their needs. Miss Land-in enjoys dramatic art And can always take the hardest part, But above this—Latin’s her chief joy, The purest pleasure without alloy. Miss Phillips writes a “very short hand” And she seems to be in great demand, Her talents number a score or two And her presence awes both me and you. Parlez-vous Francais, delights Miss Moore, This you hear when you enter the door. When we speak it, it doesn t seem right For unlike Miss Moore, we are not bright. To paint, to saw, and all of its arts— To cut wood into all of its parts— To draw, to plan, and things one would fain. Are all within Mr. Waller’s domain. Miss Holland’s home-room is twenty-one, And there the children have lots of fun. For tho’ this teacher is very good, She has a heart—as all teachers should! Miss Dryden is very like a queen For her manner is calm and Serene. May all her days while she is here Be ever filled with perpetual cheer.

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N 99 THE TATLE R—1 9 2 7 IN MEMORY OF WALLACE M EZICK 1909—1926 W HEN the hand of death beckons, the answer to that sum¬ mons, in any event, casts a gloom over the community from whence the toll is exacted. But when the Grim Reaper calls home to his reward one who is just in the bloom of youth, the blow, especially when it descends suddenly, has a doubly distressing effect upon those whom he leaves behind. ‘Today we are here, Tomorrow we are gone ' has never, perhaps, been brought home more strikingly to our community than in the case of the young man whose life was snuffed out as the result of the fall season’s first hunting accident. At dawn, imbued with the virile, red-blooded desire to match his prowess with the wild l ife in God’s Out-of-Doors, at sunset mortally wounded but tenaciously fighting a game battle for life against uneven odds. Such was the fate of one of our High School lads. Heart rending though it be to the parents whose family circle has been unwarningly broken, bowed with grief may be his legion of friends, yet all, they but pierce the veil of tears, may find many things in the exemplary life of this young man to assuage their extreme sorrow. Whether it be the schoolroom where teachers point with pride to his studious tendencies and gentlemanly instincts, the athletic field where coaches laud his keen competitive spirit but clean sportsmanship, the social gathering where his friends are wont to speak of his cheery disposition and ever-present smile, the home where a loving father and mother were repaid in a full measure of love and devotion for their tender cares and sacrifices, or lastly the death bed where, physicians and nurses say he went out to meet his Maker with unflinching courage, Wallace Me zick was a favorite. Though his body lies beneath the sod and his spirit has soared to Celestial heights, young Mezick has, by the beautiful life which he lived, left behind a precious heritage to every other youth of the present generation—the vision of an unblemished character. --Courtesy of Salisbury Advertiser