Enterprise High School - Encoala Yearbook (Enterprise, AL)

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Cncoala Class History How interesting it is to recall the history of the Calss of ’23! Although we are few in number we boast of being “right here,” not with the quantity, but with the quality. No Senior Class has ever worked together as a whole like our class. With the cooperation of every member we have been able to make a wonderful record. When the doors of the C. C. H. S. opened in the Fall of 1919, thirty bright green freshmen crowded into its halls. At first we were prone to feel slightly superior to our grammar school friends, but after a few weeks spent in the study of Latin and Algebra we began to feel that we were freshmen indeed. It was in this year that the “Flu” epidemic struck Enterprise and the schools were closed. We were very glad of a month’s vacation for a much needed rest. In our Sophomore year with Mr. Snuggs as principal, athletics played an important part in our school life. Our class was then recognized as we fur- nished most of the hoys for the basketball team and several for the foot- ball team. Not only were we loyal to our class and to our school, but also to our country for four of our boys, Hughy Paschal. Quenton Miller, Robert Brab- ham and Frank Armour enlisted in the U. S. Navy. The Domestic Science girls, with Miss Barnett in charge, entertained their mothers and the Board of Education. Our class also entertained the Seniors at the home of Martha Henderson. As Jmrors, Miss Barnett again had charge of our class. At the first of school twenty-eight pupils were enrolled. But at Christmas two of them, Myra Brooks and Clyde Brabham decided that married life would be more interesting than school life and left us. This year we furnished six of eleven football champions of C. C. H. S. More interest was taken in the yell practice than ever before. Especially was this true of the Junior Class. We chose as our class yell— “Rickety, rickety, bum, bum. We’re the class that’s going some Stand back. Stand back. The Junior Class is on the track! Rah ! rah ! rah,rah. rue ! Look out classes, we’ll beat you!” In September, 1922, we began our career as High School Seniors, with twenty-five on roll. We were now nearing the goal for which we had been working ten long years. In December the Juniors began the social life of the school with an en- tertainment for the Seniors at the home of Alma Baldwin. Following this we were delightfully entertained by both the Sonhomores and the Freshmen. CAROLYN EDWARDS

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ZZufje Cncoala And then the richness of these early years Will bring new hope and courage for our duty; Will lift us up beyond our doubt and fears, Strengthen our souls, and wreathe our lives with beauty. We cpiit thy halls with smiles, but still with tears, And treasure far the future years The hours of joy that we have spent in Thee. Now upon the sunny plains of life we stand; A vision broad and fair we can command, And we gaze down the fresh flowered slope Where the future lifts the promise of hope; Where the divine plans of youth’s aspirations Await us for glorious consummation. We are uplifted, filled through with noble desire, Warmed with the spark of the soul’s native fire. Let us go forth to our great destiny, With a clear vision of what we would be ; Let us live our life by a lofty creed, Each day brightened by a noble deed. Let us go onward, upward from the dust In life’s battle armed with purpose just. The world awaits: Its glories may be ours If we but grasp them with our expanding powers. Let not your strength fail, tho’ the goal be far; Let each one keep his eye fixed on a star, And all go forth on your way attended By glorious hope and by the vision splendid. May our most happy graduation night Mark the beginning of a future bright With deeds so wonderous that the world will ever be 1 hankful to the class of Nineteen Hundred Twenty-Three. MARTHA HENDERSON, ’23. i-rsvi r?svi tTsvi r7s i r?svi r?svt r?s?i r7»?t n

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Class Prophecy As 1 wandered through a beautiful forest alive with the voices of Spring each little bird was carolling his song from a heart full of joy. The flowers nodded and swayed to me as 1 passed and every way I turned I found some new path which seemed to hid me come and enjoy the mysteries. But one path seemed to welcome me more than the others. There the shubbery and the flowers were more beautiful, and the flowers seemed to urge me to follow the path. Feeling that there was a wonderful adventure in store for me, I hastened down the path. In the distance I could hear the brook rippling and gurgling its song of delight. My vision was obscured by overhanging vines. Carefully moving these, I looked and beheld the most beautiful spot in the world. It was an oval-shaped place hemmed in by a shrubbery of over-hanging vines and small trees. In the center was a crystal pool surrounded by divers kinds of mosses. The clear and crystal waters were inviting to thirst, and. as I stoop- ed to drink I saw this sign : “Take a glimpse into the future.’’ Gratified with the opportunity and being particularly eager to learn the destiny of each member of the class of ’23. I plucked a flower, sat down unon a stone near the pool, and lightly touched the water with the petals. Gazing into the pool. I saw a football game in progress between Auburn and Geor- gia Tech. When the quarter was up, I saw Auburn gather around their coach. As the rippling of the water ceased, I recognized Byron Alexander, the coach. This picture faded and in its place appeared a dance hall. To mv sur- prise I saw Grace James still a “Flapper,” attending the Mid-winter Dances at Auburn. And her most admiring attendant was Frank Martin. Next appears a newspaper. The headlines read: “John W. Benton ap- pointed Post-Master General of U. S.” Bending more closely I am greatly surprised to learn that Rennie Cox had become a great suffragette and is run- ning for a seat in the Legislature of Alabama. Her campaign manager is Cincie Dunnaway. A large building appeared and I beheld a familiar figure in the midst of a crowd of children. I recognized Doris Andrews, the matron of an Or- phan’s Home. A beautiful highway came into view and I learned that Rama Ellis had become a great civil engineer and was constructing a highway from his home to Mr. Rawls. On this highway was a small, but beautiful, home with a crowd of chil- dren playing around the door. I recognized the familiar figures of Edna Martin and Earle Mixon who were married and living happilv.