Dillon High School - Wildcat Yearbook (Dillon, SC)

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JIMMY OLIN WOODLE: Glee Club 'l,2,3, Pres. 45 Key Club 2,3,4p Jr. ancl Sr. Superlativesg Music Club l,2,3, Vice Pres. 47 Band i,2,31 State Music Festival 2,3,4f Music Club Festival 'l,2. '74s Wlanozmm ----- Page Thirty-Eight ROBERT PICKETT HAMER ll H938-l947l Each star must have its sellingp Each dream a stern awakening: And nights must pass and days must pass But stars and dreams and nights ancl days return When clouds of passion all have passed away. WOODLE

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YHOMPSON, C. C. THOMPSON, M. W. CATHERINE COOKE THOMPSON: .IHA 'l,2,35 Li- brary Club I5 Future Nurses Club I. MARY WADE THOMPSON: .IHA 'I5 Band I, Sec. 2, Treas. 35 IRC 25 Debating Club 25 Jr.-Sr. Waitress5 Jr. Marshal5 Mental Contests 2,35 Roving Pen 2,3,45 Music Club 35 Creative Writing 35 FTA 3,45 Beta Club 3,45 Vice Pres. Il-A5 Girls' State5 Glee Club 45 Treas. 'I2-A5 Sr. Superlative5 Sr. Class Historian5 Wildcat 45 Hi-Lite 3, Ed. 45 DAR Good Citizen. rowNseNo ' TURBEVILLE MILDRED PAGE TOWNSEND: Beta Club 3,45 Bas- ketball l,2,3,45 Block D Club l,2,3,45 IRC 2,35 Oral Interpretations 45 Treas. ll-A5 Jr. and Sr. Superla- tives5 Hi-Life 45 Jr.-Sr. Waitress5 Alternate Girls' State. KITTY CAROL TURBEVILLE: JHA I,2,45 Glee Club 2,3,45 Creative Writing 2,35 Jr.-Sr. Waitress5 IRC 45 Oral Interpretations I. :nineteen hunched and affix REBA MAE TYLER: .IHA l,45 FBLA 3,45 FTA 3, Vice Pres. 45 Library Club 25 Future Nurses Club 25 Jr.-Sr. Waitress. BOBBIE JEAN WELLINGTON: JHA I,2,45 Jr.-Sr. Waitress5 FBLA 45 Future Nurses Club 25 FTA 3, Treas. 4. TYLER WELLINGTON HAYNES MICHAEL WHITE: Basketball I,2,3,45 Mu- sic Club I,2,3,45 Band l,2,3,45 Science Club 'I5 Jr. Athletics I5 Key Club 2,3,45 Creative Writing 25 Glee Club 2,3, Sec.-Treas. 45 Block D Club Treas. 3,45 Wildcat Bus. Mgr. 45 Jr. and Sr. Superlatives5 Moni- tor I,25 Vice Pres. 'I2-A. PATRICK KELLY WHITE: Science Club Treas. 2,3, Pres. 45 Mental Contests 1,35 Beta Club 3,45 Jr. Ath- letics l,25 Student Council 45 Band 'I,2,35 Sec. I2-A5 Basketball Mgr. 25 National Poetry Anthology 4. WHITE, H. M. WHITE, P- K-

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66444 lt was on September 8, 1944, that we, the graduating class of l956, became a class. As we clomored excitedly up the elementary steps, little did we realize the work, fun, and friend- ships which would become cherished memories during our next twelve years together. During our reign as first graders, we met and conquered the ABC's. One of the highlights of the year was the Christmas party given us by the Seniors. Along with this excitement came the thrill of our big debut as actors and actresses-our first play. The next two years brought the three R's and an increasing awareness that we were going to school, where work, as well as play, was an integral part. ln the fourth grade we encountered exams, fractions, and such subiects as geography and science. These were carried with us to the fifth grade where we added history. About this time we began suffering mild cases of puppy love, but somehow we managed to survive our next grade. We had now reached our last year in grammar school. The parts of speech were drilled and re-drilled, our South Carolina scrapbooks were checked and re-checked, and parts for our play were said and re-said for were practiced again and againi. When we received our diplomas and graduation exercises were over, we could hardly wait for the summer to end, for in Septem- ber we were to enter a wonderful place-high school. After recuperating from INITIATION and sub-freshman timidity, we soon felt right at home at Dillon High and began looking forward to the day we would become seniors. ln the ninth and tenth grades we were introduced to such things as foreign languages, algebra, and club activities. Many went out for sports while others showed their school spirit by joining the band. Attending parades and contests, these band members aided in bringing honors and awards to D. H. S. As our sophomore year ended, the girls had the pleasure of serv- ing at Junior-Senior. At last we found ourselves upperclassmen. The magazine sale was scarcely over when we began helping with the Christ- mas party. Basketball season found us struggling with the con- cession stand. By this time we had become thoroughly familiar with the doctrines of one certain English teacher and literary honors, both state and national, began rolling in. In the spring we presented our Junior Class play Opti- Mary Wade and Anne compare notes of the history and poem. W mistic Oscar, and with funds from this and other projects gave the seniors their Junior-Senior, Blue Moon. All too soon we become seniors and received our most prized possession-our class ring. We were now responsible for the work of the Student Council, THE HI-LIFE, and THE WILDCAT. Our athletic geniuses, boys and girls, continued to bring honor to our class and school, not only through winning district and lower state honors, but also through an excellent display of teamwork and sportsmanship. After giving the Christmas party for the first graders, we became library searchers on the prowl for research material. March brought a slight let-up in school activities and thirty-eight of us made an exciting and enjoyable four-day visit to Washing- ton. Before we knew it, we had attended our last Junior-Senior and had acted in our last class play. And then began a little feeling as we came to school and went from class to class that our years together had almost become memories. This class had its beginning iust as all other classes. It will come to an end like class after class has done before-with solemn predictions, the awarding of diplomas, then farewell handshakes. Still, we are different. Through the years there has been some unknown quality which has made us different. Yet, it is not boastfulness, only class pride, when we say we've been a good class. And as we go our separate ways, we shall strive to hold high the principles and ideals in us, and bring honor to our Alma Mater. MARY WADE THOMPSON Class Historian 66444 ?aena Yes, Senior Class, march onward Down the aisle to life, But pause, and glance once more to see How well we conquered strife. See the tread-worn stairways, Old classrooms, one by one, Remember wise teachers, leaders, Who saw the job well done. Count the many friendships Made throughout the years: They overcame our hardships, They helped suppress our fears. Proud Senior Class, eyes forward, lnto the past these memories mix, Today your life gains control of the earth Lead it well, Graduate of '56, Mary Anne Carmichael Class Poet Page Thirty-Nine