Fairfield High School - Crucible Yearbook (Fairfield, AL)

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY One evening, during Indian summer. I was strolling past a placid lake where everything seemed to Ik? enchanted. Suddenly, a fairy appeared among the shrubs that bordered the lake. She invited me to conte to the lily pond, saying that he would teach me to read from the floating lily leaves the future of each senior as the fairies had pricked it there. She selected a leaf and began in her own mysterious way to read from it the future of Louise Sims. Soon I was able to decipher the picture It gave me great pleasure to learn that after Louise Sims was graduated from F. H. S.. she had entered Montcvallo. There she proved such a brilliant scholar in French that she was made a student teacher. Now. she is an instructor in French at Columbia I'niversity. New York. Of course, you all remember Houston Law and Kenneth Clarke, the scientists of F. H. S. The next two leaves show that they are now connected with the government, experimenting on the future possibilities of aviation. On this leaf is an organ with hcautifully colored pipes. Before it sits Jo Hinton, broadcasting one of her widely known pipe organ recitals over one of the world's largest stations. Who is the huge figure that appears here? Why, William John Philpot, the owner of the world's largest chewing gum factory. Having been particularly interested in chewing gum. even from high school days, he now manufactures his own. This next leaf I tears the picture of a modiste shoppe on a certain street in Paris. The proprietress of this shoppe is none other than Madame l.orcnc Jackson, assisted by Mademoiselle Agues Salter. On these two there arc the figures of athletes. I learn that the Tucker Brothers, Ed and Joe. are now basketball coaches in rival universities. Real F tateH appears here as the sign over an im|K siug business house. As I look. Edith Kiskc comes to the door as one oi the best real estate sales ladies in the district. For the first time I behold a Mage. Behind the footlights appear Richard Palmer and Frank Paffc, Fairfield's own harpists, who are now traveling over a well-known vaudeville circuit. Who is this next, the lady of the violin? Why, it is Elizabeth Easier, who went to Italy to study tinder great masters. T u-enty-tix

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THE CRUCIBLE HISTORY of CLASS In the Leap N ear. 1924, we were fired from the Grammar School Cannon into the I'air-ficlrl High Crucible. We were small, green .shot, wrapped in diplomas. So fresh were we tli,-it we had had net time to .shrink Our heads were swelled with ideas of the blessings which we should be to the school that was so fortunate a to Ik- receiving us. During the freshman year, the sophomores ami seniors showed us the error of our ways. We were mere numbers, not human livings, possessed of ideas. Worn into smaller round halls by class discipline, by scientific investigation, by algebraic equations, by historical conclusions, by foreign conjugations, and by English themes, after nine months of refining, we fell out of the Crucible with groans—as the dames died down for the summer. As some of the halls were left so square that they could not lit into the round moulds demanded, they were unable to return for the next nine months. Youth is resilient. During the entire sophomore year the idea that our group bad entered this Crucible that a finer metal might Ik; turned out. prevailed. The dames ceased to scorch us so severely, for we were a little nearer the top. Occasionally there were gleams of luster, and the smcltcrcrs began to feci that some gold might result. Upon reaching the junior year, wc were becoming stabilized metal. If the coach needed steel to make strong a football wall. In- |x»urcd a junior into the gap. If the stall needed color to brighten the year lx ok. it saw the glow from junior metal and chose that. Now, the Leap Year. 1928, is here. In the short span I ctween the two leap years, wc have liecome refined. A glance at the flow of gold reveals many jewels. The big lumps are athletes; their purple and gold lias brought much recognition. Those so close to them shine with the glamor that comes from serving on tlx Crucible staff, in the magazine contest, and many student activities. Then come those of tine gold, smooth, round, choice. Their re linen lent has come through much study. The Council of Honor has claimed them; college is before them. Perhaps again wc shall lx; only small round balls, wrapped in diplomas; but when the Crucible of the world is through with us. may wc lx? highly enough refuted t » be worthy to I laid at the feet of the Master. Joe Cacua.no, Historian. TntHiyUff

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 THE CRUCIBLE A sound of oratory reaches me as I pull these two leaves. The voices are those of I)ugnan Boart field and Frank Brincr. As prominent lawyers they have proved the most successful in the South. The figure of a woman in white is 1 a;fore me. In a nurse’s uniform I recognize our former petite lassie. Sarah Johnston. Having always liked that work, she is now head nurse in the T. C. I. Hospital. Here is another T. C. I. figure. At last William McCaddon has realized his life-long ambition—that of being chief draftsman of the T. C. I. works. Now. I tind Mary Cookson and Klsie Brown in charge of a fashionable school for little girls. They arc interested in the welfare of little children; and. therefore, enjoy their work with them. A magazine page appears on this leaf. Upon it is a cartoon. Frank Hein ton's name is signed. Thus is he expressing his opinion on world matters through cartoons in the Literary Digest. Here is a musical leaf. Full, gracious, silvery tones reach my cars. Ailcen Williams is singing her way into the hearts of lovers of song. However, as I take this leaf, a quicker, jerkier music—as from mans instruments— greets me. I see Joe (iagliatio as leader of one of the best known jazz orchestras in America. Three leaves alike! A charm conies from each. It is pleasing to note that Mary Carolvn Sims, Mildred Brock, and Myrtle Johnson have long since settled down in their cozy little homes. I next observe a Imsy city office. Clyde Carter is the central figure. He i- now the editor of the paper he was once accustomed to deliver. Close by rises a stone structure. Beauty of line and Micce in the world arc characteristic of the “Woman's Bank, where Doris McDowell is president and Audrey Maccrtney is cashier. This leaf has a building lieariug the name “Fairfield High School. It i» not the same building as the one which housed us. Yet. one of the same students is in it. KoU-rt Kimbrough is the principal of F. II. S., and has proved himself efficient in every way. Likewise, this same building holds another of the old students. Ktigenia Cosper is now a tutor and is enjoying her work in the Commercial Department of !• H. S. One leaf more remains. A tinge of red touches it. Immediately I recognize Douglas Sellers, who is now athletic director of the new Fairfield Y. M. C. . A leaf for myself 1 do not find: I can only hot the future holds a fortune kind. ELIZABETH Kl.OMEt.FV, Prophet '28.