Cordova High School - Crimson Blue Yearbook (Cordova, AL)

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Miss Earnest was the Senior ll home room teacher. This year we were getting a little impatient listening to other people talk about the dignified seniors, knowing that this was what we were supposed to be next year. Time creeped by for us until at last the final exams were over, which we celebrated by having a class picnic at Blue Pond. Each of us took a big lunch in order to be able to spend the whole day. Everything was fun, including the swimming, diving, racing across the pond, and the constant search for drinking water. Every one was blistered, but such a thing seemed trivial compared to the fact that the next day we were all Senior lll's. We lived through the Summer somehow, impatiently waiting for our Senior year. September finally arrived and we were really Seniors at' last. Often during the last five years we were doubtful as to whether we would ever attain this most important title. We thought that we would feel differently and somewhat superior, but this feeling did not last long, because soon we were back to the old grind. By this I mean the routine, reading, writing, and arithmetic. Yes, even Seniors have to study. We started our senior year off with a new Principal, Mr. Aikens, a new Coach, Mr. Lockridge, and a new home room teacher, Mrs. Johnson. The going looked rough, but soon we came to love them all. Mrs. Johnson helped us in many ways. First in getting started on our annual, by sponsoring the amateur contest, and a Miss Cordova Contest. The girl chosen for Miss Cordova was Ruby Nell Cooper, from the Senior I Class. The Seniors had several girls entered in this contest, but I suppose age does spoil beauty a little. Hattie Hope Caldwell made up for this defeat by winning the sponsor race. Several of the boys from the Senior Class distinguished themselves in different sports, such as football, and basketball. Our Co-Captains, Jack Mott or better known as Spotlight, and Herbert Ivey, proved themselves worthy of the title. Other outstanding players from our class were Allen Gilbert, Leon Laird, and Larry McGinty. These boys were also good basketball players. The team won third place in the B division of the District Tournament. Herbert Ivey joined the Marines after football season. Four of the six cheerleaders for the team were from the Senior Class. Head cheer- leader was Bobbie Nell Langley, and the others were Audie Pate, Ann Akins, and Jackie Abel. The second semester we had a new home room teacher, Mr. Boshell. He was liked by everyone. Now that we have done everything we possibly can in school, we hope to carry all these happy memories with us into the future. We also hope to find more happiness with the knowledge we have acquired. -AUDIE PATE.

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CLASS lllS'l'llllY This is the history of the graduating class of 1948. It tells of the happy and sad occasions we have experienced during the six years that we have been preparing for this memorable night. This is a past that shall never be forgotten by any one of us. Years from now we will remember our high school friends and feel happy to have known them. The year 1941 brought about a new phase in each of our lives. This was the year we began our high school course. We began building our bodies and our minds to fit into the future. We were determined to do our very best in every thing. The Junior l class was divided into three groups. The first group under Mrs. Brown the second under Miss Collins, and the third under Mrs. Staggers. They were very encouraging, and willing to help us in any way, that is, as long as it was the right way. This first year in high school we took part in all the various activities that were offered. The boys were looking forward to the time when they could play on the foot- ball team, and proudly wear the school colors. We worked very hard to win the sponsor race, but after all the work we only won first maid. Our second year we were under the guidance of Mrs. Odom, Mrs. Fought and Mrs. Johnson, with Mrs. Lovejoy coming in for the daily math lesson. Both the boys and the girls went all out for basketball, winning the championship for their classes in the school tournament. Except for this nothing outstanding happened in the eighth grade. Vile were all looking forward to the time when we could be down stairs with the grown up students. Every year that we went to school we acquired new class mates and lost a few of the old ones. Some dropped out to be married and others iust moved out of town. At last came the day when we could really feel big. We were down stairs. The ninth grade was divided into two sections. The boys were under the direction of Mrs. Borden and the girls were in Mrs. Griswolds care. Some of the boys were trying out for the team. The fact that they spent a great deal of their time on the bench didn't seem to discourage them. They realized that they were small compared to the rest of the boys. ln Senior l we thought we were really going places. Our home room teacher was Mrs. Glidewell. It was her first year to teach. The girls were taught the art of cooking and sewing by her while the boys were taught agriculture by Mr. Barton. Some of the boys had already earned school letters in football and basketball. They were becoming better players every year under the coaching of Mr. Douglas, who was both the Principal and Coach. The team was playing well, and winning most of the time. Even if they did lose they always remembered to be good sports.

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GLASS PIIIIPIIEIIY On this day of September 2, 1967, I have just received a letter from the Board of Education informing me that I will be transferred to Cordova to teach in Cordova High School, as the Senior lll sponsor. By the next week, I am in my old home town and will teach at the place where I had so many happy hours. On Monday morning when I enter my classroom I find that many of my students are children of my former classmates. In the first row, I see a little fat boy that reminds me of someone I knew in school. When the names are passed in, I find he is the son of a great broker and his wife, Davis and Jean Sampieri. The door opens and three most attractive girls enter. They are the daughters of who were formerly Jack Abel, and Bobbie Nell Langely. They are chewing gum and talking ninety miles a minute. Chips off the old block. Sitting quietly in a corner is a curley headed boy, son of Joyce H. Naramore. Looks as though her courtesy has been handed down to him. ln another corner where most of the commotion is, I notice a small group of rowdy fellows. I haven't found out their names yet, but I'll bet they are the children of Eugene and Presley Morrow, Bobby Jones, Charles Hollingshead, Weldon Gammon, and W. G. Owen. l can't understand it, really, W. G. wasn't noisy at all. The young man with his feet on the chair and surrounded by a half-dozen girls, is the son of Jack Mott. He has on a jacket similar to that of his father, only there are more stripes. Oh yes! There is a red-headed boy with him, he is the son of the mayor of Cordova, Allen Gilbert. About the noisies? one in the class, is the son of Dorothy Kent, who is manager of the Frog Agger Dress Dealers. I hear that Lola Jean Nation has left her four children with Nell Honeycutt while she goes to Hollywood to make a new picture. Nell doesn't mind this, I know, as she has no children of her own. At recess when I strolled down the familiar halls I saw Hazel and Juanita's daughters with big picnic lunches for the football stars, up to the same old trick. Now for basketball, I find the former Ruby Brooks has two adorable sons on the basketball team as stars. Thomas Borden's son is kind of unhappy today because his father had to use their car and he hasn't a car to carry the senior girls to town in at recess and lunch. I