(written about 1910)
All hail to our school – dear old Granbury High!
The Alma Mater of many for years gone by.
‘Tis here that we acquire or impart knowledge,
And many boys and girls are prepared for college.
We have students here from far and near,
From other states they often appear.
But it matters not whether large or small,
There is room and a welcome here for all.
Of the building we have we are all very proud,
It often accommodates an extremely large crowd.
But the brilliant students within its walls
Bring more real pleasure than bats and balls.
Some think Primary classes green – I wonder why?
Just because in their books they are not very high;
But remember now they are not very old,
And the tale of their work is not yet told.
But we have in all of the Intermediate classes
Some real industrious lads and lassies.
They really strive with might and with main
To please all and an excellent record obtain.
In the High School division there is wisdom galore,
They study Latin or Science and plenty more,
And when called upon to perform even the hardest task
They are ready and willing to do what you ask.
Athletics keep the students real healthy and sound,
And in every grade in school special talent is found
There are those versed in music or singing, expression and art
And many who in plays can act creditably just and part.
Not only each teacher but each pupil has his place
And is often admired for the expression on his face
Association with others helps us all along,
Makes us glad we are living and in the school throng.
With Mr. Burnett as head of the school
One rarely ever breaks a rule.
To all he is very considerate and just,
In both teacher and pupils he places great trust.
Whether in a Science class, the Study Hall or a game,
Mr. Overton’s success is just the same,
He tells his classes many things they should know
And has them learn well each lesson as they go.
If Mr. Davis mentions a test, some look so forlorn,
It seems they are wishing they had never been born.
In Latin especially they just know they will flunk,
For they say they cannot retain all that junk.
When in a Math class anyone wishes to speak,
He must first obtain permission from Mrs. Peak.
She demands great perfection both in figure and in rule,
But of course she never has to use a dunce stool.
Miss Walker enjoys supervising the boys,
But sometimes she takes from them a handful of toys.
She is also proficient with a violin bow
And keeps perfect accord with a clarinet, you know.
Each week Miss Hudson with her clear, musical voice
Leads in singing the songs of her own special choice.
To her home and her friends she brings much joy,
And is of special interest to a Y.M.C.A. boy.
The pupils of Mrs. Peters are brilliant and polite,
Which shows that her training is given just right.
She is always cheerful and full of life
Not only a good teacher, but also a good wife.
With Mrs. Mugg quite a number had the first start,
For the past eight years she has had a part
In teaching the youngsters to read and spell
And to learn the ways of school as well.
Here’s to each one who loves our G.H.S.:
May you daily think more of her but never think less,
And ever be proud of the notorious fact
That with Granbury High School you came in contact.
|Lillian Perkins Williams was born December 12, 1895. She married Lindsey A. Williams on July 1, 1926. Lillian died April 14, 1984 and was buried next to her husband in Granbury Cemetery in Hood County, Texas.|
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