SENIOR CLA.SS POEM
C. D. Poole
The high school race for us is v;on,
The years of study and of fun,
The years of failure, luck, success.
We’ll cherish then as vie progress.
And now for us the race of life
Will bring nuch pleasure nixed v;ith strife.
This span to us that’s unreveled
Holds many battles on life’s field.
Some go to T/ork and some to college,
Others to seek even higher knowledge;
Some to gain by hard experience
Through work and constant diligence.
Soon ’’All, all are gone, the old familiar faces,”
’ All seeking in life their own places.
''Each in his own separate star."
Will sho\T v;hat his ambitions are,
in the years of fortune, grief txnd pain
Hay we live, but let’s not live in vain.
‘'I/Iay we make the most of what we yet may spend,
^00 v/e, too, into the dust descend.
In future years we may meet, nan to man.
Then v/e’ll know how short is life’s brief span.
But may we, when we leave this earthly land,
Have said to us, "They can, who think they can.”
CL/iS3 SONG OF ’34
Tune* In the Little White Church on the Hill
Roberta Nolf and Eleanor Ellis
High School days are over,
And parting are we; ^
But we’ll never forget our old High
Cur nen’ries will linger, we’ll.never forget
Those good old school days gone by,
Goodby to our class nates
And all other who
Have been so faithful and loyal and true.
In years that are coming
Ne’ll think, with a sigh.
Of our school days in Albemarle High.