Jordan Vocational High School - Red Jacket Yearbook (Columbus, GA)

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(HiAhfaj.. ihjL S nufL QlaAA, It hasn't been long since the school bell rang, To summon our hair-pulling, bubble gum gang. Short trousers, pigtails, and scuffed dirty knees Are all memories, as harp chors, to pluck as we please. The newness and strangeness of manhood now calls To the corridors of life—not the bustling school halls. Remember the day that we felt the least important, the least impres- sive? It was in September in 1947, wasn't it? If there was a man among us who felt his earthly importance, then he is completely hidden from memory. Since the year 1947, when we entered Jordan, many have joined us, many have left us—the former welcomed, the latter missed. But as a whole, we have made the steady journey through the freshman, the sopho- more, the junior, and finally the senior year. There is something strange about the senior year. . . Contrary to freshman thoughts, it is not a time of complete rejoicing—rather it is a time of mixed emotions. We are not facing another year of school, or at least formal schooling; we are facing ourselves, seeing what we are and what places we shall occupy on the broad stage of existence. At the termination of our high school career, memories of preceding years parade across our minds. Remember how— With little or no ill effect we have survived the era of florescent cloth- ing; complacently, we have observed variegated hair-dos and yellow corduroy trousers as each took his respective place in the endless files of Jordan's fashions. In a cloak of modesty (and a bursting inner ego) we have accepted ourselves as the senior class of one of the ten best schools in the nation, for one of our own was awarded a beautiful trophy by the Freedom Founda- tio nof America. We have supported hopeful chills with our football team and triumphant thrills with our basketball team. We have swelled our chests and rocked in our shoes to the glorious rhythm of our carmine-and- grey-clad band. We have risen as they rose to fame and distinction to become on eof the best, as well as one of the most loved, bands in the nation. We have watched and labored mentally while new class rooms were being built to accommodate the ever increasing population of Jordan. We have seen the auditorium tremble with school spirit at our pep meetings, and we have been shaken ourselves, with thunderous sincerity as our voices blended and lifted in the words of the Lord's Praver. The sad, the happy; the normal, the startling; the good and the excellent have all been keenly interwoven to make the material from which each of us has been fashioned. These are a senior's memories; these are the things which we have made, the things which have made us. We are the first graduating class under the new twelve year system. We are justly proud of our foundation. May we be as proud of our progress when we have joined hands with the men and women who have been our teachers. Life is a stage—each man, an actor. We have learned our parts well. We shall not fail. 20 —Pat Plyler.

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OFFICERS Bobby McGee Frank Borders Doris Boswell Jean Maxwell President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer JhiL S tW L