Enterprise High School - Encoala Yearbook (Enterprise, AL)

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farm. As I turned one of the dials slightly, another broadcasting station broke in” and I heard the announcer say, “—and we will now be favored with a talk on “The Recent Developments in Football” by Mr. Harvie Jack- son, now coaching at Harvard.” This last station was located on the Har- vard College Grounds. I was surprised to hear that Joanna Rawls was starring in basketball at Harvard. Garie Smith had just been elected Assistant Teacher of Psychology and Director of Girls’ Athletics. At this time I was beginning to think I would hear nothing of Lamar Edwards, Mavis Caldwell and Marguerite Hildreth, but upon tuning in on a station in Nebraska, I learned that Lamar was becoming famous in his research work in unearthing history about the first settlers of the West. Mar- guerite, having becoming rich by virtue of marriage, had established a big institute for girls and gave a splendid talk on her work and her accom- plishments. Mavis Caldwell, the society favorite and club promoter, dis- cussed plans for better clubs for women throughout America. So ends my prophecy of the Class of ’25. Let us hope that nothing contained in the above will happen, for should we all rise to fame and for- tune, things would not revolve in their natural state. However, we do hope that each member of the Class who leaves the dear old school will bring credit and honor to the C. C. H. S. even though his deeds are small and may seem worthless in the sight of others. —BERTA SAGER, Class Prophet. Class Song (Tune: Chorus of “Sweetheart of Sigma Chi”) H! Alma Mater High School dear, We hate to say good-bye. We’ve pledged to you our loyalty. Abroad your colors we’ll fly. We’ll ever love you when we’re gone And strive to do the right, The school of our youth Standing for highest truth, C. C. H. S., the blue and white. We’ll love our class of ’25 For all we’ve ever done, For the spirit, love, and loyalty Shown by everyone. We’ve worked to give the best we've had; Toward higher goals we’ll strive With hearts light and gay We honor today The Class of ’25! ♦

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other station at Perlman, Ga., the town founded by the great stock broker, Abraham Perlman. The announcer at this station announced a lecture on “The Adoption of Better Methods of Controlling the Temperature of Ice Boxes” by ex-Governor Revel H. Searcy. The next number was a vocal treat by the Smokehouse Five; Wade Mixon, Richard Martin, Paul Mc- Ritchie, Malcolm Mclnnis, and Wilson Robinscn. Then came the report of the weather man, H. V. Jones. The announcer then said, “Miss Idelle Bovett will give a talk relative to her latest novel, “Ten Nights in a Bath- tub.” After this interesting talk, Minnie Lee Glover rendered a beautiful vocal solo entitled, “My Love Was in a Shipwreck. But He Grabbed a Cake of Soap and Washed Himself Ashore.” accompanied by Quinton Miller on the piano accordion. I found that this program was indeed an interesting one and I pricked up my ears when I heard the announcer sav, “Miss Bela Speigner, far-famed writer of young women’s stories, will give answers to letters asking her about love affairs.” The next radio number was unique in that it consisted of a playlet by the American Players, directed by .Tadie Armour and passed by the National Biscuit Comnanv. The cast, as best I remember were: Jewell Andrews. Ruby Murdock. Carrie Pierce. Rebecca Ramsay, Mae Reeves, Romulus Ellis, Olma Martin, and Fred Logan. The play was “The Old Farm.” Roy Brabham was the mortgage on the farm. The remaining part of the program was uninteresting and I tuned in on a station in London, England. Great was my surprise when the announcer said, “The Editor of the London Times, Miss Willie Mae Nichols, an- nounces that her paper will be published everv week instead of bi-monthly, as heretofore.” I was astonished also when it was announced that Sidney Mclnnis, the great American artist, was in London. The program was interesting, in that I recognized so many old school mates. William Ses- sions, the great doctor then in Oxford gave a splendid lecture on “The Anerobia Genus Leptothrix Microbe and Its Relation to the Flea.” Misses Ida and Fannie Hudson, talented sisters, gave several beautiful harmonica numbers. Miss Velma Watkins, U. S. Red Cross Representative to Eng- land, gave a t lk on “The Need for Snowshoes in Africa.” Lady Ineeda Saturdaybath (formerly Carabel Brunson) performed snlendidly on the pipe organ. I next picked up a station in Franangeles, Calif. The station was situated at the big sardine establishment of Alton Armour and Tom Eidson. The Female Pacific Symphony Orchestra under the direction of Miss Helena Carlisle was a special number on the program. I recognized several members of the orchestra as they were announced: Una Yelver- ton. Adah Helms, Armanda Speigner. Vera Reeves, Mary Love Martin. Ruth Martin and Ethelyn Fleming. Edna Goodson rendered a beautiful vocal solo entitled “He Was True to Me. but H’s Teeth Were False.” I no- ticed at this time that the air seemed to be “filled” with sending stations, sending anything from a bedtime story to a weather report. At one sta- tion in particular, Bessie Sue Price delighted her unseen audience with a detailed description of her new invention of a compact, worn as an ear- ring. The announcer read a telegram from Emory Summerset who said that he was thoroughly enjoying the program by the fireside out on his

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Class Poem HEN the summer time was ending, In the year of twenty-four, Many footsteps then were wending Towards the open High School door. Gone the light days of vacation, Gone the idle, foolish fun, Then we all were on probation. Earnest work time had begun. Three long years we’d toiled together From beginning to the end. Whether dark or sunny weather, Each to other was a friend. I, Then we gathered in September For the fourth one and the best. Determined always to remember That our class should lead the rest. Every dream has proved a vision; We’ve pressed forward, on and on; We fought our battles with precision ’Til we saw commencement dawn. Paused at last upon the threshold We were saddened then to find There was alloy in our bright gold, Rue was mingled with our wine. i From our teachers and our schoolmates, Whom we honor and adore, We must go when duty dictates, Go away, to come no more. But our dear old Alma Mater From a distance we’ll recall. In our memory we can see her, Every classroom, every hall. Now the outside world has called us, We are glad to be alive— Work and victory still awaits us— The Senior Class of ’25. —TERA BYRD, Class Poet. L