Kennedy High School - Kenala Yearbook (Kennedy, AL)

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 Do histories ever begin, Once upon a time as did the favorite stories of our child- hood? As Robert Ripley would say, Believe it or not this one did. Once upon a time, four years ago to be exact as we were taught in Mathematics, August 1935, we, the Seniors of 1939, began our new frontier of history, exploring areas unknown to us in the field of learning at Kennedy High School. Pioneers after knowledge were we. Our band of freshmen was bold and dauntless. What had we to fear? Had we not arrived with good- ly preparations from the Junior High School? Confident were we that the trail stretching before us bore the footprints of students gone on. As for guides, we would not lack. Were there not teachers to guide us when the path- way lay unmarked? It is hard to believe that four long years have come and gone filled with rich and timely experiences. Many the difficult tasks have we completed. But time marches on and our happiness is tinged with sadness as we bring to a climax the final chapter in our High School history. Do you mind if in a reminiscent mood we refresh our memories by idly turning the pages of our senior class history? In the beginning we find that there were seventeen in that ear- nest group of freshmen. We didn't know each other as well then as we do now. We hadn't found out then that Vivian Tomlin runs just as hard as she can the moment she catches si ht of a boy.(We don't say which way.) Nor did we know that Olon and Dorsey leave whatever they are doing when they see a girl and are scared to death because of her. Yes, scared for fear she will get away before they have time to jolly her up. Neither did we know that Ralph Davis lov- es Mathematics better than he loves his dinner. Or that Loy Bea Prater is always ready with dramatic readings and Charleston spells, in fact we little expected to have to chain her. SENIOR CLASS HISTORY

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Despite our ignorance on many of these points, we knew a few things at sight; that Robert Thornton io the tallest boy, and that Rena Gillian is the shortest girl; that Ratha Coles hair is not naturally curly, hut has to be put up every night; that Marguerite Vi Ison can’t coax Cecil Gillian to laugh; that Floyd Jones hair is curly and that he parts it in the niddle because it won’t part anywhere else. There is Orbon, the honeliost boy in tho class, his favorite study is the basketball re- port. The wonder of tho class was that a girl so devotod to her books as Kathyrn Geer could ever bccono so proficient in chewing gun. The ever recurring question is, How did she find the energy?11 We were prepared to find Jewel Richards carrying off all the honors in literature, her renarkable profieieney in pronunciation was at onc6 a wonder to «very freshnan. Even so wo were prepared to find the little girl Jenia Brazil, who, when she entered this class had hardly passed beyond tho nud-pic stago, bloon- ing out into a first class reader of Shakes- peare’s natchless sentences. Another very rcnarkablo change has cone about in the person of Lois Johnson. When she entored tho freshnan class her whole nind seen- cd centered on the latest fashion plates. This seened to occupy her whole attention. But now behold her. Last tern she really had two abso- lutely perfect recitations. Hasn’t her develop- nent bee»n the eight wonder of the modern world? But if this young lady has been the eight wond- er, who is the ninth? No less a por3on than Paul Junkins. V hen ho first ontored the class as a freshnan, he was always a laggard, never ready, always having to be pushed into every thing. But now look at hin and hoar this re- markable fact: Last week h© was at school five ninutos before the lost bell rang on three suc- cessive mornings. Looking over the period of four yeara, we try to account for those who have not completed the journey with us. Veil do wc remember that during the freshnan, sophuorc, and junior years three of our members were attacked by Dan'Cupid and fell into the hands of King Matrimony,