History
When Greer High School was founded in 1895, it had no special name as it was in a one-room log cabin owned by J.L. Green. A gentleman by the name of W. A. Hill (one of Greer's first citizens) gave the school its equipment. When the number of people registered for school outgrew the size of the building, Mr. Hill presented a large room of a cotton gin building on what is now known as Hill Street.
In 1904, the school moved to a three-story brick building across the road from the old Greer Library, also on Hill Street (Greer High School).
In 1922, a school was built and named Davenport High School (after one D. D. Davenport as he contributed most of the $150,000 in production costs). In 1923, the first yearbook, The Bantam, was printed, an eleventh grade was added, and the football team was founded. In 1924, there were four literary societies which focused on studying journalism, writing, and poetry. 1924 saw the printing of Pep, a literary journal (Greer High School).
In 1927, the school’s Alma Mater was chosen. It was written by Elizabeth Jones and submitted in a school wide competition for that purpose. It is still sung by the Greer High School Students today.
In 1935, the school’s motto, the coat of arms, and the first class ring were chosen. The school’s motto is "Parantes pro Civitate" which means preparing for citizenship. The coat of arms contains the State’s palmetto tree, the school’s mascot—the yellow jacket, and a peach (Greer High School).
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