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

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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

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24 THE TATLE R—1 9 2 7 A History of the Class of 1927. (.Continued from “Tatler’’ 1926.) Synopsis: An elderly lady accidently found in an old chest in the attic, the lavender dress that she had made in her Junior Year at High School. Searching further in the chest, she discovered a mildewed copy of the “Tatler” for 1926. As she turned the leaves of the book, she came to “A History of the Junior Class,” which she read eagerly. That evening one of her former classmates came to take supper with her. After supper, these two old ladies sat by the fireside, and together, with the aid of the open “Tatler,” they lived over their happy school days. The clock on the mantel struck eleven, and still these two former classmates alternately laughed and cried as the memories of t heir High School days were recalled to them. Realizing that it was growing late, Meredith, who was the guest, said that she must be going. As Claire, who was the hostess, assisted Meredith in putting on her wraps, they made a mutual promise that on the morrow, each would search diligently for her Senior “Tatler.” The next day and the next week, both Claire and Meredith looked carefully in every nook and corner of their homes for a copy of the “Tatler” of 1927. Finally, becoming discouraged, they decided to give up the search. Meredith believed that her “Tatler” had been destroyed, but Claire, on the other hand, was convinced that hers was hidden away safely, somewhere. One day in late April, when Claire was doing her spring housecleaning, she found in an old chest of drawers in the attic, the “Tatler” of 1927, for which she had been searching in the winter. This seemed to be the only place that she had never thought to look. When she found the object of her search, she was so surprised and happy that she suspended her house¬ cleaning for a half day. Se went out into her garden, and there, under the shade of the beautiful pink and white blossoms of an apple tree, she sat down on a rustic bench. Here she whiled away a glorious spring after¬ noon, reading the old book that was so dear to her. When, finally, she came to the history of her class, she read these words: “What a wonderful thing it was for us, more than one hundred strong, when we entered High School in the fall of 1923! It was even a more wonderful thing for the Sophomores, Juniors, and Seniors. What a nice lot of ‘Freshies’ there would be to initiate! After the season of initiation was over, we had an opportunity to get accustomed to High School life and High School ways. When we were finally ‘broken in’, we were not the greenest bunch of Freshmen that ever had honored W. H. S. with its pres¬ ence—at least we didn’t think we were. After a seemingly endless time, the school year drew to a prolonged close. “We went back to school the next fall thanking our lucky stars that we were Sophomores. Naturally we took much delight in harassing the newly arrived ‘Freshmen,’ for their unpardonable mistakes—mistakes that we would never think of making. The first of June came again, and we left school joyfully. “The following autumn we embarked on our Junior year with some hope at last. We entered gladly into the new privileges that were ours. We deserved and received a little respect from the Seniors, and, above all, we enjoyed preparing for the Junior-Senior Banquet. But by no means was the whole year spent in idle fun. There is not a member of the class of ’27 who has forgotten the struggle that he had with United States His-