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Moments and Memories of WHS

By BENNETT WELCH

1945

Class Will - Part I

We, the Class of 1945, in 61 individual and distinct parts, being about to pass out of this realm of education, in full possession of a crammed mind, well trained memory, and almost superhuman understanding, do make and publish this, our last will and testament. Knowing the pain the student body and faculty will suffer upon our graduation, and realizing the breathtaking gap our brilliancy, character, originality, gayety, sense of humor, and generosity will make in this educational institution, we leave a small percent of our numerous talents to our worthy (???) successors. Hoping these small gifts will in a minor measure atone for said successors’ loss and grief.

Item: We give and bequeath to the dear faculty, who have been our instructors for the past four years, a sweet and unbroken succession of restful nights and peaceful dreams. No longer need Bonnie B. Day lie awake through the long watches of the night to worry over the uncertainty of whether Drew Frazier is burning midnight oil over his history notebook. No more shall Hawk-Eye Breeding toss and turn in his bed, sleepily mumbling, “He did it again — slipped off again. Oh, Van, why did you do me like you do?” Never again shall Mrs. Hundumer spend a sleepless night fretting over the inevitable tardiness of S.T. It has doubtless been a hard strain of all the teachers, for seniors are said to be at all times and under all conditions, difficult to manage. But these martyrs have done their duty and now they shall have their reward.

Item: We give and bequeath to our beloved Superintendent, Prof. C.J. Reed, the task of running the school without our valuable aid and help and without the inspiration we gave him in his work.

Item: We give and bequeath to WHS, as a whole, the tradition of senior sweaters. In years to come, when you who are now freshmen are proudly wearing senior sweaters, we trust you will remember what we of the Class of ’45 underwent in order that this senior privilege might be had.

Item: We give and bequeath to the junior class all such persons as were not able to keep pace with such brilliant students as compose the majority of our class, trusting that the junior class may be able to hold firmly to them and steer them firmly next year through the gates of Commencement.

Item: The following list of articles we leave generously to the class of ’46:

1: Our seats in classrooms and chapels. May they endeavor to fill them as advantageously, as promptly, and as satisfactorily as we have done.

2: Our senior dignity. May they uphold it always, with all seriousness and gravity, endeavoring to realize its vast importance, in spite of their natural lightmindedness and irresponsibility.

3: Any stubs of pencils, erasers, or scraps of paper that we may have left behind us in the excitement and haste of graduation.

Item: Again, we give and bequeath to our beloved faculty all the amazing knowledge and startling information that we have furnished them from time to time in our various examinations papers. We know that much which we have imparted to them in this way must have been entirely new to them, such as the fact that George Rogers Clark invented the Clark Candy Bar and other notable discoveries which could have come only from the dark recesses of our brilliant minds. We trust the faculty will feel at perfect liberty to make use of all such bits of wisdom for the education of classes to come after us. This, of course is left entirely to their personal discretion.

Prof. H.H. Harris

Another teacher has gone on home, to greet his master ‘round His Throne; There wife, loved ones, and students all rejoiced and welcomed at his call, while we, and all his children dear are heartbroken — melan- choly here.

Oh, rather rejoice — he isn’t dead, he’s only passed. Charge on ahead! Hold high the torch of Truth he threw! His righteous work continue too, for him ‘tis but commencement time, eternal happiness sublime.

Bless all the teachers in thine own will, each moment all their dear hearts fill. Inspire ’em to teach as he taught, and work the work that he has wrought. Then, bring us home at last to Thee, to Heaven’s school in eternity. W.L. Stallard.

Regret

My Johnny left for overseas, to fight for victory, to help our country win the war, and show his love for me.

He bravely fought on battlefronts, in rain, in snow, and wind, he strove to do his duty’s part until the battle’s end.

Heroically he fought the foe, and matched their fire with fire, when all at once he felt a shock which blasted his desire.

He came back home to us again; to gain his strength anew, and settled down to work and live and bid his foes adieu.

I met him in the vestibule, all dressed in wedding clothes, but left before the altar reached, when blindness he disclosed.

And now I sit in loneliness and dream of what could be, while he is mated to the girl who lived next door to me. Ann Hays

(The above articles from the 1945 Whitesburg High School Yearbook.)

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