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Fifty-Nine Pupils Take Half-Holiday

One of the highest tributes that can be paid to a pupil is that of being recognized as perfect in attendance at school as well as being punctual.  This year saw almost ten percent of all pupils enrolled having no absences nor tardies accredited to them, despite the epidemic of flu and other sickness.

Mr. Nunn was proud of these pupils’ records; and thinking they deserved a little rest, he dismissed them from school Tuesday afternoon.

1934-35 Athletics Show Startling Results

If one will but glance over the record that Buford High has compiled in athletics this year, one will find it pleasing if not startling.

Beginning with only a meager group of athletes, several overcame adverse circumstances to show their mettle and made a record that any school would be proud to recognize.

Not since ’27 has such a versatile group of athletics been assembled at Buford High.  Not since the high school days of Bailey and Johnson has such a record been made.  The alumni of old will remember the records set by them.  Bailey excelled in weight events, notably the shot put and discus, while Johnson specialized in broad jump, high jump vaulting.  It was in the state meet in ’27 that Johnson set a record in broad jump that still stands.  Coincidental or not it was in ’27 and ’35 that the interest in athletics reached its peak.

We must not forget the girls, who, meeting with no great success in basketball, fought valiantly in every game; and while they were not rewarded until the tournament, they felt themselves amply repaid for their efforts by winning third place in the tournament held in Clarksville.

The aggregation this year did not only set records or have any super athletes among them, but they worked as a body and did themselves proud in all phases of athletics in which they participated.  Beginning with basketball, followed by track, their interest and cooperation never wavered.

Below is a summary of the athletic program of 1934-35

“GREEN AND WHITE” SUBSCRIBERS

The Circulation Manager of the “Green and White” recently announced that the circulation of the newly established paper has reached three hundred.  Be sure to get your copy.

This week, we again re-publish from the B.H.S. student newspaper, The Green and White, from May 27, 1935. It was the very first issue printed and coincidentally appeared to be dedicated to the year’s accomplishments and graduates of B.H.S.  I especially enjoyed the timelessness of the “Salutatory For Class of 1935” written by Dorothy Smith.  Re-printed exactly as it appeared:

To the Members of The Board of Education of the city of Buford, to the Superintendent and Teachers of the Buford High School, to the dear and appreciative friends here assembled, I bring you the Welcome and Greetings of the Class of 1935.

After eleven years of faithful service, this class appears to claim its well-earned promotion to positions of greater opportunity.  And as we pass out into the school of experience, we shall doubtlessly meet with disappointments, disagreements, and life will be a great question.  Then what should be more natural than for us to turn to our old motto:  “Let nothing discourage you, never give up”? If we should be cast down in trouble, successfully we shall come up, bringing with us honors and glory for the school.

‘Tis true that in the past years we have grown physically, but we trust that we have grown even faster mentally and spiritually.

It is with the deepest sense of gratitude to you, our dearest friends that we approach this our Commencement Day.  The season is truly our beginning, a day for which we have longed.  After today this class will be no more:  some will go on to new experiences and trials at college, others out into life to solve great problems there.  Thus looking forward into the future we are already prophesying the ultimate success of the class of ’35.  Each of us realize that we now have a life’s work, and are now ready to go forth to the fight for:

               To each man is given a day and his work for the day,

               And once and no more he is given to travel this way,

               And woe if he flies from the task, whatever the odds,

               For the task is appointed to him on the scroll of the gods.

               There is waiting a work which only your hands can avail;

               And so if you falter, a chord in the music will fall.

               We may laugh to the sky, we may lie for an hour in the sun,

               But we dare not go hence till the labor appointed is done.

               To each man is given a marble to carve for the wall;

               A stone that is needed to heighten the beauty for all.

               And only his soul has the magic to give it a grace;

               And only his hands have the cunning to put it in place.

What a responsibility for our youthful lives, but we are made to feel forcefully the truth that one must not be great to leave good records.  Every one leaves a trail behind him. It begins with Birth and ends only with Death.  And looking back in memory, each can see his record stretching along behind, sometimes faint and blurred, sometimes in clear indelible prints.

We feel inspired to take longer steps today, and hope that through the years to come we will make a long trail of foot-prints on the sands of time, a record of which you our friends and helpers will be proud.

               We have not wings, we cannot fly,

               But we have feet to scale and climb,

               By slow degrees, by more and more;

               The cloudy summits of our time.

Buford High, a wonderful heritage is ours, and to prove our gratitude to you we will hold high your standards and ever strive to do our best in your name.  Of course, I cannot promise you that we shall do well.  We cannot tell that yet, but I do promise you on behalf of every member in the class that we will do our best tonight to make you glad that you came.  With this aim ever in our minds dear friends, we thank you for coming, and once again extend to you our WELCOME.  DOROTHY SMITH

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