We next remember ourselves as Juniors-a jovial, hard working class of eighteen. The two chief events of the year were: A party at Irene Abbey’s on a beautiful October evening, when we indulged in a glorious good time and a sumptuous banquet which we gave to the Seniors in the parlors of the Congregational church, thanks to our president, Miss Margaret Neville, and other officers.
This year there are only fifteen of us and we have chosen Michael Neville as our able guide. We are the “all important” class of the A. H. S. and Mr. Clevenger often speaks of us and to us as the “August Seniors.”
Soon we shall leave your stately portals to never return again as students and our ways shall be parted, but we shall always remember you and your teaching, Alma Mater, with reverence. And the thought of the four happy years spent with you, and our love for the White and Blue will spur us on with firm steps and pure hearts- on to V-i-c-t-o-r-y-.
