Bennettsville High School - Spectator Yearbook (Bennettsville, SC)

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ARTHUR OWENS SMITH Tis worth that makes the man. HOWARD DANIEL THOMPSON Ease with dignity, CLASS BOBBY CLYDE USHER A laugh ls worth one hundred groans in any market. FRANCES ANN U SHER She moves a goddessg she looks a queen. BETTY CAROL WALLACE Far may we search before we find a heart so gentle or so kind. ELIZABETH ANNE WELCH What she bravely thought, she nobly dared

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MX Qf3T'Q5'?5'Lmp'N When it's raining outside, the sun shines in his heart, PATSY JEAN QUICK You can only make others better by being good yourself, BOBBY EDWARD POLSON Live today-let the future come. Qyigk km L IAUMJ -peek, -i Qui Rain 115.1111-J QM T 1 ROBERT EUGENE PATTERSON SENIOR JOHN HOWARD RAPPE, JR. He is made of friendliness. CHARLTON ISABELLE ROGERS A thing of beauty is a joy forever. LILLIAN FRANKLIN ROWE Happiness is not perfected until it is shared. as

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CLASS HISTORY On stage, Everybody ---that was the call that day in September, 1942, when the curtain was rising on a play of life we'd never participated in until then. The scene was Murchison Primary School. The stage had been set for us many years before, but it was then, for the first time, that we were to begin our production. Our directors, Miss Laura Sally, now Mrs. A,P, Breeden,and Mr. L.E. Smith were able and understanding. They had seen the beginning of many plays---every class that entered there. They knew how they would like to see ours end, but they could only direct us and wait to see how well we as individual actors would perform. Our business managers were our parents. They had been planning and preparing for this important drama for many years. Now it was beginning---the curtain was rising, This was to be a three act play, the Primary, the Grammar, and the High School. Our Senior year, the last scene of Act Ill, was to be the climax to a brilliant production. The first scene of Act lbegan in the first grade when many of us played together for the first time. It was there that we got our assignments for the play. Our cast was large ---we all had equal places. It didn't take us long, however, to become recognized as in- dividuals. Our production was not to be a perfect one---it was mixed with all the qualities that are necessary for a good play---happiness, sorrow, suspense, and romance. Not only was there love for our own sex but also there was Cupid who entered the cast and later deprived us of some of our actors. The curtain fell on the First Actwith our promotion from Primary to Grammar School. We were not sure how our performance was going, but we were over our stage fright and were determined to go on. The Second Act began the following year when we returned as wise fourth graders. This first scene of Act Il was a headache in many respects,butwe survived. Notwithstand- ing the constant dread of fractions, Palmer Method writing, and English, we survived, and the curtain fell on the second scene with the applause thundering down heavily. With the third Act,we began to see the climax very near and worked that much harder to make the play a success. Most of the settings were laid for this act at home with a mountain of books, such as Geometry, History, Literature, Grammar, and Composition. In one corner of the stage, our class, now Juniors, with Bobby at its head, ably assisted by Chuck and Pete, may be seen busily making preparations for the climax to the third scene, our Junior-Senior. Some of our activities included selling concessions and parking cars at the football games, decorating and planning for dances. We didn't mind the hard work because on the night of Friday, May fifteenth,we proudly presented Arabian Nights . At the end ofthis scene we thoughtwe saw our directors and managers give a slow smile of approval. We hoped so, because We wanted them to be pleased with our performance. The time between the third and final scene was spent in preparation for the grand finale. Our producer, Mr. Caskey, worked hard with us and on us. To him we attribute the final polishing for the grand climax. When the curtain for the final scene rose, we were seniors for the first time. We had at last realized our ambition and were able to step proudly to the head of the lunch line. As the year flew on, everyone was busily at work, with splotches of amusement such as The Parade of Stars at the Halloween Carnival with a large cast of male dancers. Our cast was momentarily dismayed as some of the players were given the heave-ho from chemistry. However, the parts were filled and the play went on. Then came Junior-Senior, minus the hard work this time---we were the guests. lt has all been grand, but now the climax is at handg we are graduating: our play is ending.. As we stand for the last time on the stage, we hear the applause and see the smiles of our producers. We have had experiences we shall never forget. We have attained our goal and we are happy: yet we hate to leave the friends we have made. No one could ever take their places. ln spite of it all, we know that our play has been successful, and we realize that another even greater production lies before us. Leslie Griggs Class Historian