Windsor High School - Duke Yearbook (Windsor, VA)

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iD - x ff 5 iff 1aTft-f ...Qi Tiisff H31 -W E-fl fu, -Q.: , Us-r -L, -' H - - M - 1 11, The Shadows of the Uears bu Eula Persons As l sit by my window in the balmy days of spring, l can see the long arm of the old maple reaching toward my window, and as I watch its long fingers, l catch a glimpse of the shadows of the immature leaves as they Hit backwards and forwards in the breeze. The shadows are faint, for the most part, but are deep where the fingers stretchy and deeper still where the stalwart arm points. How like the lives of young people! The shadows of our first years in school are very faint, but deeper as we approach an age of seniors. This is nothing to the heavy shadows of later life when our careers are settled and our influence stretches over the world, as the oak's bony fingers overshadow my window. ln June, 1920, some of the present senior class graduated into high school, receiving diplomas which held a great meaning for us. The glory of getting into high school was continually ringing through our heads. It meant more to us than Elaine 's love for Sir Launcelot in the days of Arthur. The Sophomore year passed as a shadow and we soon awoke to the realiza- tion that we were Juniors. As such, we were kept busy lending a helping hand wherever needed. During this year our beloved principal was called to take another position-to our sorrow, but another soon reigned in his place. He is our present one 5 and he reigns, not with switches and stern rules, but with love. How the shadows pass, we are seniors. No, not dignified seniors, the teachers just refuse to let us have that title, for we are Happy-go-luckiesf' There are thirteen of us and some people say that it is unlucky, but we will just not have it so. It must be lucky. Soon our senior days will be among the shadows, but we will not forget old Windsor High, the school that means so much to us, and the comrades that we lea.ve behind. We must go on our way, looking to see what the future holds in store for us. Although farewell is hard to say, We must be on our way, Farewell we say to all of you, Old friends can 't be replaced by new. E243

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Ny E- 1 f O i1,SHADUWi'lesiasa :- f 123 ff 19: .. 1'-.3'1.: F:i 4 ifggi NOTICE. NOW is the time to learn to DANCE! DANCING LESSONS given DAILY 9 A. M. to 3 P. M. Phone 20658 or call at 305 East Main, MARY LAWRENCE PROFESSIONAL DANCING TEACHER Colosse, Virginia, Deo. 11, 1944. Dear John Henry, It just crossed my mind a few minutes ago that I had not written to you this yearg so I will take- the few minutes I have now and write. I think my husband and I are the happiest people in the world. He does not have to work unless he wants to because Curtis Jenkins is now running our farm for us, and he is one of the smartest men I ever saw. This goes to prove 1hat an educated man makes the best farmer. He says tell you Hello I think he would like very much to see you because he often speaks of what you and he used to do at old Windsor High School. It is time to start supper and I must stop. The same old girl, Syvilla. WESTERN UNION TELEGRAPH OFFICE Norfolk, Virginia, Dec. 30, 1944 Am leaving for China on the next boat going as a missionary pray for me. Signed - Fletcher Carr I26l