The Ocilla Star, March 24, 1932
In Memory of Our Faithful Ol' Classmate
Bill, one of the most outstanding pupils of the tenth grade or if we might express it, one of the most outstanding pupils in high school, who was called by Our Savior some few days past, was surely our friend and companion. Words cannot express our sorrow and regret for our dear old pal, Bill.
As most of us know, Bill entered our school when a number of his last classmates and he entered the fourth grade in this school in 1926. He has always been one of the leading pupils in his class and was a pupil that his classmates could look up to, when one hit a tough spot they at once without thought knew just what to do, go to ol' Bill, he was the one that could pull you through. We know not how to express ourselves in a case like this, we are not accustomed to losing one of our classmates by that dreadful thing which we call death, but we are used to moving along smoothly and peacefully. Our heart is so heavy as we think of that precious jewel which we have lost from our ring and which we will never regain, we may have others to join our class in the future--but--doubtful to say we can never have another classmate--friend--and leader like our ol' pal Bill. As we all know Bill was a regular " Scout", he was kind to one and all, he was exceptioally courteous to his teachers, and most of all he was loved by everyone who knew him.
During the short period of his sickness our hearts were heavy although we were hopeful of his returning to school and study. We haven't made very good progress since his absence because our minds and hearts drawn far away from our books and study. During the day of his last remaining in his home our hearts were bleeding and our tear stained eyes showed some sign of sorrow and pain. We are proud to say that most of his classmates attended the funeral services which were held at the Methodist Church and true to say that dry eyes among the classmates was a thing uncommon
As the teacher call the roll one name after another, there is a bit of hesitation when it is time to call that name which has meant so much to us in the past. We cannot express the feeling that grips our heavy hearts at this time. As the saying is--gone but not forgotten--so it is with our classmate--Bill. Reminders are on every side as we pass in and out of the building. We can realize there is a vacant place for a certain friend. As we sit in our class room with each person in his place, there is a certain seat which attracts our attention and which brings pains to our hearts and tears to our eyes.
As we go to our play from day to day, there is a vacant place in our basketball team which brings memories of those days gone by and which will never be again on this earth. On the football team there is a vacant uniform and an open place for a quarterback, on the baseball team there is an extra glove, these bring memories of the past to our weary minds each day.
One of the strongest spokes is missing in our wheel, one of the strongest links is missing in our great chain of love for one another. One of the main characters is missing in our play of life. One of the brightest colors has faded away from view in our beautiful rainbow. The skies seems dark but there is a time when maybe we will all reunite and things will be their natural likeness again.
We would all like to express our sympathy to the dear old guardians who were so good and kind to Bill. But when we try to express our feelings words fail us, our tongues seem to be tied, our hearts grow heavy, and we become speechless. But we want them to know that they are not in sorrow, heartache, and pain alone but, we, the classmates of this dear one, are in pain also. We hope that this will be a great warning to them and they will prepare themselves to meet Bill and his faithful classmates in that far away land where there will be no heartaches, sorrows, no pains, but all will be happy for ever and ever. That would be too great to be true, but let us hope and pray for that time to come. Not only are the pupils sorrowful, but Bill's teachers are in pain also. Bill was loved by all the teachers of OHS, as well as by the pupils.
In Memory of Our Faithful Ol' Classmate
Bill, one of the most outstanding pupils of the tenth grade or if we might express it, one of the most outstanding pupils in high school, who was called by Our Savior some few days past, was surely our friend and companion. Words cannot express our sorrow and regret for our dear old pal, Bill.
As most of us know, Bill entered our school when a number of his last classmates and he entered the fourth grade in this school in 1926. He has always been one of the leading pupils in his class and was a pupil that his classmates could look up to, when one hit a tough spot they at once without thought knew just what to do, go to ol' Bill, he was the one that could pull you through. We know not how to express ourselves in a case like this, we are not accustomed to losing one of our classmates by that dreadful thing which we call death, but we are used to moving along smoothly and peacefully. Our heart is so heavy as we think of that precious jewel which we have lost from our ring and which we will never regain, we may have others to join our class in the future--but--doubtful to say we can never have another classmate--friend--and leader like our ol' pal Bill. As we all know Bill was a regular " Scout", he was kind to one and all, he was exceptioally courteous to his teachers, and most of all he was loved by everyone who knew him.
During the short period of his sickness our hearts were heavy although we were hopeful of his returning to school and study. We haven't made very good progress since his absence because our minds and hearts drawn far away from our books and study. During the day of his last remaining in his home our hearts were bleeding and our tear stained eyes showed some sign of sorrow and pain. We are proud to say that most of his classmates attended the funeral services which were held at the Methodist Church and true to say that dry eyes among the classmates was a thing uncommon
As the teacher call the roll one name after another, there is a bit of hesitation when it is time to call that name which has meant so much to us in the past. We cannot express the feeling that grips our heavy hearts at this time. As the saying is--gone but not forgotten--so it is with our classmate--Bill. Reminders are on every side as we pass in and out of the building. We can realize there is a vacant place for a certain friend. As we sit in our class room with each person in his place, there is a certain seat which attracts our attention and which brings pains to our hearts and tears to our eyes.
As we go to our play from day to day, there is a vacant place in our basketball team which brings memories of those days gone by and which will never be again on this earth. On the football team there is a vacant uniform and an open place for a quarterback, on the baseball team there is an extra glove, these bring memories of the past to our weary minds each day.
One of the strongest spokes is missing in our wheel, one of the strongest links is missing in our great chain of love for one another. One of the main characters is missing in our play of life. One of the brightest colors has faded away from view in our beautiful rainbow. The skies seems dark but there is a time when maybe we will all reunite and things will be their natural likeness again.
We would all like to express our sympathy to the dear old guardians who were so good and kind to Bill. But when we try to express our feelings words fail us, our tongues seem to be tied, our hearts grow heavy, and we become speechless. But we want them to know that they are not in sorrow, heartache, and pain alone but, we, the classmates of this dear one, are in pain also. We hope that this will be a great warning to them and they will prepare themselves to meet Bill and his faithful classmates in that far away land where there will be no heartaches, sorrows, no pains, but all will be happy for ever and ever. That would be too great to be true, but let us hope and pray for that time to come. Not only are the pupils sorrowful, but Bill's teachers are in pain also. Bill was loved by all the teachers of OHS, as well as by the pupils.
The Ocilla Star, March 24, 1932
In Memory of Our Faithful Ol' Classmate
Bill, one of the most outstanding pupils of the tenth grade or if we might express it, one of the most outstanding pupils in high school, who was called by Our Savior some few days past, was surely our friend and companion. Words cannot express our sorrow and regret for our dear old pal, Bill.
As most of us know, Bill entered our school when a number of his last classmates and he entered the fourth grade in this school in 1926. He has always been one of the leading pupils in his class and was a pupil that his classmates could look up to, when one hit a tough spot they at once without thought knew just what to do, go to ol' Bill, he was the one that could pull you through. We know not how to express ourselves in a case like this, we are not accustomed to losing one of our classmates by that dreadful thing which we call death, but we are used to moving along smoothly and peacefully. Our heart is so heavy as we think of that precious jewel which we have lost from our ring and which we will never regain, we may have others to join our class in the future--but--doubtful to say we can never have another classmate--friend--and leader like our ol' pal Bill. As we all know Bill was a regular " Scout", he was kind to one and all, he was exceptioally courteous to his teachers, and most of all he was loved by everyone who knew him.
During the short period of his sickness our hearts were heavy although we were hopeful of his returning to school and study. We haven't made very good progress since his absence because our minds and hearts drawn far away from our books and study. During the day of his last remaining in his home our hearts were bleeding and our tear stained eyes showed some sign of sorrow and pain. We are proud to say that most of his classmates attended the funeral services which were held at the Methodist Church and true to say that dry eyes among the classmates was a thing uncommon
As the teacher call the roll one name after another, there is a bit of hesitation when it is time to call that name which has meant so much to us in the past. We cannot express the feeling that grips our heavy hearts at this time. As the saying is--gone but not forgotten--so it is with our classmate--Bill. Reminders are on every side as we pass in and out of the building. We can realize there is a vacant place for a certain friend. As we sit in our class room with each person in his place, there is a certain seat which attracts our attention and which brings pains to our hearts and tears to our eyes.
As we go to our play from day to day, there is a vacant place in our basketball team which brings memories of those days gone by and which will never be again on this earth. On the football team there is a vacant uniform and an open place for a quarterback, on the baseball team there is an extra glove, these bring memories of the past to our weary minds each day.
One of the strongest spokes is missing in our wheel, one of the strongest links is missing in our great chain of love for one another. One of the main characters is missing in our play of life. One of the brightest colors has faded away from view in our beautiful rainbow. The skies seems dark but there is a time when maybe we will all reunite and things will be their natural likeness again.
We would all like to express our sympathy to the dear old guardians who were so good and kind to Bill. But when we try to express our feelings words fail us, our tongues seem to be tied, our hearts grow heavy, and we become speechless. But we want them to know that they are not in sorrow, heartache, and pain alone but, we, the classmates of this dear one, are in pain also. We hope that this will be a great warning to them and they will prepare themselves to meet Bill and his faithful classmates in that far away land where there will be no heartaches, sorrows, no pains, but all will be happy for ever and ever. That would be too great to be true, but let us hope and pray for that time to come. Not only are the pupils sorrowful, but Bill's teachers are in pain also. Bill was loved by all the teachers of OHS, as well as by the pupils.
In Memory of Our Faithful Ol' Classmate
Bill, one of the most outstanding pupils of the tenth grade or if we might express it, one of the most outstanding pupils in high school, who was called by Our Savior some few days past, was surely our friend and companion. Words cannot express our sorrow and regret for our dear old pal, Bill.
As most of us know, Bill entered our school when a number of his last classmates and he entered the fourth grade in this school in 1926. He has always been one of the leading pupils in his class and was a pupil that his classmates could look up to, when one hit a tough spot they at once without thought knew just what to do, go to ol' Bill, he was the one that could pull you through. We know not how to express ourselves in a case like this, we are not accustomed to losing one of our classmates by that dreadful thing which we call death, but we are used to moving along smoothly and peacefully. Our heart is so heavy as we think of that precious jewel which we have lost from our ring and which we will never regain, we may have others to join our class in the future--but--doubtful to say we can never have another classmate--friend--and leader like our ol' pal Bill. As we all know Bill was a regular " Scout", he was kind to one and all, he was exceptioally courteous to his teachers, and most of all he was loved by everyone who knew him.
During the short period of his sickness our hearts were heavy although we were hopeful of his returning to school and study. We haven't made very good progress since his absence because our minds and hearts drawn far away from our books and study. During the day of his last remaining in his home our hearts were bleeding and our tear stained eyes showed some sign of sorrow and pain. We are proud to say that most of his classmates attended the funeral services which were held at the Methodist Church and true to say that dry eyes among the classmates was a thing uncommon
As the teacher call the roll one name after another, there is a bit of hesitation when it is time to call that name which has meant so much to us in the past. We cannot express the feeling that grips our heavy hearts at this time. As the saying is--gone but not forgotten--so it is with our classmate--Bill. Reminders are on every side as we pass in and out of the building. We can realize there is a vacant place for a certain friend. As we sit in our class room with each person in his place, there is a certain seat which attracts our attention and which brings pains to our hearts and tears to our eyes.
As we go to our play from day to day, there is a vacant place in our basketball team which brings memories of those days gone by and which will never be again on this earth. On the football team there is a vacant uniform and an open place for a quarterback, on the baseball team there is an extra glove, these bring memories of the past to our weary minds each day.
One of the strongest spokes is missing in our wheel, one of the strongest links is missing in our great chain of love for one another. One of the main characters is missing in our play of life. One of the brightest colors has faded away from view in our beautiful rainbow. The skies seems dark but there is a time when maybe we will all reunite and things will be their natural likeness again.
We would all like to express our sympathy to the dear old guardians who were so good and kind to Bill. But when we try to express our feelings words fail us, our tongues seem to be tied, our hearts grow heavy, and we become speechless. But we want them to know that they are not in sorrow, heartache, and pain alone but, we, the classmates of this dear one, are in pain also. We hope that this will be a great warning to them and they will prepare themselves to meet Bill and his faithful classmates in that far away land where there will be no heartaches, sorrows, no pains, but all will be happy for ever and ever. That would be too great to be true, but let us hope and pray for that time to come. Not only are the pupils sorrowful, but Bill's teachers are in pain also. Bill was loved by all the teachers of OHS, as well as by the pupils.
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