Almo High School - Warrior Yearbook (Almo, KY)

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67 Senior Class Will I We, the Senior Class of 1954, Knot of sound minds as you all knowb will to the Junior Class our loud and roudy Ways. Hoping that they can stay out of trouble as Well as we have. To the Sophomores we leave our kiddish ways, giggling jokes and other things we don't need to carry with us. n To the Qsmallj Freshmen Class we leave our sparkling personalities hoping they will have as much fun in their four years of school as we have. I, Dee Bogard, will my sparkling personality to Fannie Scott. I, Nancy Lee, will my ability to flirt with other girls' boyfriends to Rachel Thorn. I, Dan Cain, will my big ears to Jackie Thorn, knowing that it can't hurt his looks. I, Doris Graham, will my ability to get excited at ball games to Barbara Tucker, hoping she will have as much fun as I did. I, James Barnett, will my ability to keep library books overdue to Heavy Hopkins. I, Ray Henderson, will my ability to flirt with the girls to Willie Jackson. XI, Gus Grogan, will my ability to play hookie from school to Brooks Duncan. I, Joel Jackson, will my marvelous physique to Clifton Edwards. I Walter Schroader, will my quiet disposition to Joyce Bizzell. I, Graves Morris, will my position as co-captain on the basketball team to Derrall Lockhart. I, Blondie McClure will my ability to drive the school bus to Speedy Jones. I, Ann Ross, Will my ability to capture a husband to Helen Mason. QHere's hoping she succeeds.J I, Frankie McClure, will my ability to boss my husband to Daphene Herndon. I, June Hale, fof sound mind as you all knowj will my ability to be a professional skater to Mary Boyd. I, Faye Lockhart, will my ability to be a housewife to Jean Futrell. I, Dwain Herndon, leave my ability to say the Wrong thing at the Wrong time to Geraldine Wilson. I, Marvin McDaniel, will my ability to be co-captain of the basket- ball team to Jackie Thorn. I, Wilda Moody, will my ability to go with blonds to Gail Tucker. I, Marjorie McCuiston, will my ability to sing professionally to Jean Graham. I, Allie Vance, Ccomposed of everything imaginablej do hereby will my ab1l1ty to flirt with Junior boys to Shirley Duncan, hoping she succeeds.

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Class Prophecg We traveled to the coast where we met my old friend, J. C. Barnett and his lovely Wife, the former Doris Graham. J. C. is now owner of Salt City Fishing Fleet largest fish- ing fleet in the world. Doris is now President of the ex- clusive Salt City Ladies Club. We came to Los Angeles and as we looked through the Los Angeles Times we happened to notice that the editor is none other than Dwain Herndon. He has been the editor of that paper for the last five years. We find his star reporter, Ann Ross, is now enroute to Paris to meet With a famous Paris designer, Allie Mae Vance, who will furnish Ann with a report on women's fashions for the coming year. A loud noise fills my ears, everything grows dim, and suddenly I feel myself being pulled back to earth. I find myself sitting in my own living room with my old pals Gus and Ray Junior, sound asleep over a game of poker. I wake them up quickly and we hide the poker cards because my wife, Frankie, and our twin boys have returned from shopping.

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Class Paem of '53-'54 Soon the flowers will be in bloom, And the song birds sing a merry tune. To our minds comes a special date, For we, the Seniors, will graduate. As Freshmen we were full of fun, When Mr. Miller appeared we wanted to run. We tried to act big, as though we were grown, We probably acted like babies at home. But our Sophomore year found us bold, We thought we were very wise and very old. Although we were full of fun and told a few jokes After all we acted like dignified folks. Our Junior year we were very jolly, And we looked back at our past follies. There was that Algebra we almost flunked, And to us English was a lot of bunk. We have struggled for four long years, Through labor, happiness, sorrow and tears. And at last we have finished our deed, From dear old high school we are freed. We soon will enter upon the road of life alone. Some of us will travel far from home, But in our hearts are written these words, Getum Warriors, scalp them birds. Frankie McClure J. C. Barnett