Central High School - Red and Black Yearbook (Phenix City, AL)

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ug p ll fTune-American Prayeri ir if ir A prayer we would offer thee, Father, A prayer that is humble and low, Lend us thy strength and courage, Lord Into this turmoil to go. As we leave teachers, friends, ALMA MATER, Take our paths alone. Moy we cherish these mem'ries forever And think of joys we have known. Though some will go into battle, On the fields of strife over there, We will always remember And offer to God our prayer: That soon may the forces of evil Fall ot last on their knees, With the flag of thy Kingdom of Heaven Flying High in the breeze! Protect us forever from evil And guide us through life, and then May we remember Central, And pray to God . . , AMEN. --DAN HODGE

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' lllllllil0l'llE l came among you, loyal friends, A stranger and unknown, And felt, as some of you perhaps, All out of place-alone. But things have changed since then somehow, And deep within my heart There is a different feeling feeling now That the time has come to part. We,'e had our ups and downs, 'tis true, And here l wish to say- l've learned to love each one of you, ln a brotherly sort of way. Together, we have studied hard, We've won, we've made the grade. We owe a lot to Central High For progress we have made, The faculty of Central High have stood By us through thick and thin, Have walked with us hand in hand- Unselfishly, they helped us win. They've backed us on the sporting field, They've cheered us on the grid, And from the bottom of our hearts, Here's thanks for what they did, The memory of their loyalty, Their patience, and their cares, Their sacrifices and love for us Will linger through the years. And to you all of Central High, Students and teachers, too, Just carry on when we are gone, We've something else to do. l feel most grateful to you all, And thanks for everything, And for old Central High, and you, Glad praises ever sing. So, let me say-we're parting now- l love each one of you, 'Tis not good-bye for you and me, But iust a fond adieu. -TOMMY McCLUSKEY, Class Poet.

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NIUH HI RY One hot September morning a group of bewildered young children stood before the door of Central High School. The door was opened by two men-one tall with a wide grin and the other of medium height with a loud tie. Yes, they were Mr. Stough and Mr, Langley. But we were scared of them at first. The first two years were spent in picking out the jobs we would like to have when we got to be Seniors. Those endless periods we sat in study hall and watched the Seniors go to and fro! We'd be there some day. The day came when we got to be freshmen. lmagine being really and truly in high school. Did you notice how the boys would stand around and would ask. Did you know that Jean's wearing lipstick? .lust a little further across the room was a group of girls. They would say, Have you noticed that John is growing taller? Yes, those were the awkward days when even our mothers were ashamed of us. We got to be sophomores without very many scraps or trips to the office. About this time we realized there was no other school except Central. We really became a part of it. The Tri-Hi-Y Club was organized. Many girls from the Senior l classes were asked to loin. Another year passed and we became iuniors. You know, the people that give the Seniors the most competition. We gave the annual Junior-Senior reception. We thought we were something. The last year of our high school days came slowly toward us-yet, in a way, much too fast. Miss Mary Frances Gibbs and Mrs. Nelle Seale Coulter were our able sponsors. Our first iob was to elect class officers. Dan Hodge was elected President, Joyce Griffin, Vice-President, Marie Aaron, Secretary, and Dorothy Hicks, Treasurer. We presented our Senior Carnival, which proved to be the best ever .put on at Central. Enough money was made to fix a sidewalk at the east wing of the building. We presented our Senior Minstrel in March. lt was put on twice and was enioyed by the largest number of people ever to attend a Senior Minstrel at Central. Now the time has come for Mr. Stough to present our diplomas. This same group of boys and girls are ready for Mr. Langley and Mr. Stough to show them the door-the same door they were told to come into six years ago. They have prepared us to take our places in a war-torn world to protect the democratic ideals which we have enjoyed at Central. -DOROTHY POOLE, Class Historian.