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

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16 THE TATLE R—1 9 2 8 IN MEMORIAM From our chain this link has fallen, In the east the star has set; But engraved on memory ' s tablet Is the name we ' ll ne’er forget. THELMA CARMAN PHIPPS A Classmate whose irreproachable character, gentle disposition, and strong per¬ sonality made her beloved by all her classmates. A Friend, staunch and loyal, whose life will be an everlasting influence for good among those who knew her. A Christian, who endeavored to put into practice her religion with the single pur¬ pose of making her life count for Christ. BORN 1908 DIED 1928

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18 THE TATLE R—1 9 2 8 Senior Class ‘JHistorij The smoke curled up lazily from the pipe and circled slowly about the head of the man who smoked it. This man was bent over a desk. There were sharpened pencils lying by his hand and blank sheets of paper before him. The appearance of the desk and the room in which it was located proclaimed the place to be the office of a newspaper man—the editor. As one looks he sighs, lays down a pencil that had hovered over the as yet blank paper, and settles back in the swivel chair with a perplexed frown on his face. Then, picking up a letter from his desk he reads it. It is a letter from the “Tatler” staff of the class 1941 requesting that he write an editorial urging the people to buy “Tatlers” to see just what possibilities are foremost in their children, the future citizens of the town. Opening a drawer in his desk the man took from it a rough draft of the designated ‘ Tatler” composed of typewritten copies of pages neatly arranged, ready for the printing. Turning the pages he read some of the articles, looked at the pictures of the graduating class and then read the “History” of that class. When he had finished that he leaned back in his chair, smoked his pipe and stared mechanically at the ceiling. But he did not see the ceiling or the four walls surrounding him. Rather he yas lost in reminis¬ cences. You can guess, in all probability, of what he was thinking and so can I. Do you not think that in his mind was a picture of the old High School where he entered as a timid freshman in 1924, frightened yet daring, scared yet proud of the fact that he was now in High School. You and I can see him now, wandering through the halls; lost perhaps, searching for a teacher and classroom. Yet he with the host of boys and girls with him makes a large body, affording the rest of the school amusement, laughter and jokes. Then, too, some day they would be graduating—so what then. Then, as a sophomore the picture changes. He is still rather shy and retiring but full of fun nevertheless. His lessons perhaps are harder and study is longer but, he is a sophomore; he expected such work for a full-fledged second year man. The girls are making their first self-made dresses perhaps, while the boys are working on their Manual Training. The class officers are elected and then the routine of the school year is again well balanced and studies are well under way. Athletics too are going very good. Then, the scene changes once more. It is now the Junior year. Everyone is excited with the knowledge that it is their next to last year. The school play “Bimbo” is got¬ ten up, given, and the old familiar grind of lessons taken up again. The next exciting event perhaps is the arrival of the Senior Class rings. Crowds of Juniors are standing together, enviously watching, wishing it might be they that were having this stroke of wonderfully good fortune. After the time has come when a class is not interrupted