Ramsay High School - Rams Horn Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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Monday morning I reached the courtroom bright and early—so bright and early, in fact, that I found I had half an hour on niv hands. However. I filled the time in agreeably by chatting with Sally Scott. Sally told me that Betsy Bryant, Kmlvn Colmant, and Madelon Colby were very interested in welfare work; Dorothy Lull is already one of the most famous of Broadway actresses, and Cecelia Baird is an equally renowned authoress; Boh Carlson performs wonders in the banking line; Vennette Herron is a Vassar dean; Olive Moses ami Betty Greagan collaborate in writing song hits; Marion Mayer is wedded to a milionairc and lives in state on Fifth Avenue, New York; Dick Jemison is attempting to break into the movies in Hollywood; Billy Carruthers is a famed coast-lo-coast flier; Caroline Matthews and Mary Anna Barker are doing interesting art work in Paris. Gradually the courtroom filled, as on Saturday, with former Ramsay students. Upon the advent of Judge Harper all conversation ceased, and the trial of Lewis Hunter versus the State was resumed. We listened to a careful cross-examination of state's witnesses. Then came the climax. Mr. Shaw, in his examination of the sheriff brought to light the fact that he had remained upon the Hunter estate five hours supposedly remonstrating with Junior. Upon being asked to account for those hours. Copeland replied that he couldn’t, for he had licen so interested in the fights, that time had just slipped by. After the laughter subsided. Mr. Johnston wound up the case for the defense. He stated that in the first place his client had no intention of wrong-doing. The cock fights hail been tor his private amusement, and when an interested throng gathered, he had not the heart to spoil their pleasure by dismissing them. In the second place his client's action was justified because the sheriff was among the spectators, and by his mere presence and interest seemed to sanction the fights. After this most eloquent plea no question remained in my mind as to the outcome of the case. Surely enough the jury soon returned with the verdict of ’’not guilty” and Junior received the congratulations of the entire Ramsay Class of 33. Kathkkixk Lidk.

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fights, hut Junior had disregarded the majesty of the law and sought to presume upon their old friendship, even attempting to inveigle the sheriff into the sport. Here the state rested its ease. I discovered that Mr. Hunter had retained the partners, Shaw and Johnston, as his attorneys. These two lawyers so ably conducted the defense against odds that the jury was unable to reach a decision. The court thus adjourned until the following Monday. The judge next assigned a hotel to the jury, and obeying instructions I trailed the jurors to their hotel, the clerk of which was Tom Thompson who informed me that the jurors were attending the game that afternoon played between the New York Yankees and the Chicago Cubs. Accordingly. I accompanied them to the ball park where I found the Yankee star. Bill Bruce, playing a noble game against the Cubs on whose team were Otto Mooney, Dunlap Macaulay, and Henry Holmes Hill. Seeing Louise Vance and Katherine Sims, now society's two most pojmlar matrons, I joined them for a short time. Naturally, Ye Goode Oldc Daves was the subject of our conversation; during the course of which I acquired information to the effect that Girdine Kay and Harry Strauss are raising poultry; the name of Gene McCoy, dancer, glitters on Broadway’s Great White Way; Roy Cohen earns his bread and butter by invocations to the muses; Mary Cobb is quite the most popular deb in town: Frances Durrette, famous soprano, is touring Europe with Jane Howell, her accompanist; Martha Chapman is a sob sister on the Xnv York Times: Ruth Gibson (believe it or not) is a prim school inarm in a little red school house; Sara Patton manages a menagerie. Before and after the game music was furnished by the Police Band, directed by Bert Best. I looked over the members of this organization I espied ! ehind the big bass drum the smiling face of John Black, and to his left Garrard Harris and Paul Liles playing on their saxophones. After our return to the hotel we were entertained in the new music room, the beautiful decorations of which, we learned, were designed by our own Sara Helen Hill and Carmelite Howell. There we listened to two radio addresses; the first was given by Caroline Gignilliat, recently returned from Peru. Miss Gignilliat's topic, The Woman’s Suffrage Movement in Peru, was a subject in which she greatly interested herself during l er sojourn in that country. Following this Albert Mills, a candidate for election to the House of Representatives, made a stirring campaign sjwcch. 1 was informed that Kathryn Ivy is running on the same ticket. There followed a musical interlude during which we heard the lovely contralto voice of Catherine Covington accompanied by Mary Wattic Wilson. During the dinner hour we were entertained by Frances Gladden and his orchestra and Mary Virginia Pounds, universally rated the most entertaining comedienne on the air. After dinner the jurors attending the premier of a musical comedy discovered with some surprise that Wilma Dickinson and Anita Tennenbaum were the leaders of the chorus girls. On Sunday the ladies ami gentlemen of the jury visited the church where Gayle Riley fills the ministry. Richard Sexton and Rolwrt Nelson took up the collection while Olive Davis, Dora Alice Henley, Katherine Winters, and Sara Williams, sang in the choir. I also noticed in the congregation Maurine Vaughan and May Montague. That afternoon the jurors cast their votes in favor of a visit to the cinema where the lovely star, Lolita Hodges, was playing. In the news-reel we were shown a number of smart people at a fashionable resort; among these were Alice Buchanan, Sara Hoffman, Weenona Heflin, Rufie Holloway, and Mary Lanier Munds. We also witnessed a demonstration of several labor-saving devices invented by Harold Knah who is indeed an indefatigable worker at that sort of thing.

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CLASS HISTORY Out of the dim past, many of us can recall a fleeting glimpse of that morning in September, 1929. when one hundred and three honnic lads and lassies eagerly entered their high school career. Today we can hardly realize that four years have passed, and all too soon we have reached the parting of the ways. It is interesting to note how each of us from the beginning has tried to perform his duties and consequently has had his joys and sorrows, his successes and failures. When we started at Paul Havne we were lowly but happy Freshmen. Do you remember those first session rooms on the third floor: rooms 25, 26. 27, and 28? How we vied with one another to have the most exemption slips! Of course you remcmtier the time that the door of 26 was suddenly shut by a puff of wind and in some manner automatically locked itself. Then resourceful Jack llarj cr climbed gingerly down the fire escape into the office (incidentally frightening Miss Norton) to explain our predicament and to secure aid. It was in this old building that wc began to learn the meaning of true high school spirit ami to realize that usefulness and service arc the joys of life. Thus we began to put forth our best efforts that wc might not fail. After wc l ecamc too discerning to defend our little grammar schools against the attacks of one another, wasn’t it fun to come down from our perches and become really acquainted? Then, at the cud of the first year, what a glorious thrill we had upon hearing that we would l egin the following term in the new Ramsay High School building! Miss Tharpe’s dream about being lost and wandering in a new and beautiful building was to come true at last. As Sophomores we entered Ramsay and were soon busily engaged in forming new clubs, establishing a student government organization and participating in every school activity. It was during this year that wc discovered that Franco I burette could really iug and that Albert—he was lbert Lee Mills then—could talk. Inevitable was it that the pretty, little, black-haired girl should ltc elected our most beautiful today. It is a shame that we don't possess a photograph of Mary Jemison Cobb with these long curls she once wore seemingly for the sake of initiation! Don’t forget in that fateful year Robert Carlson struck to stay iu the upper right-hand corner on the front page of all the feminine hearts. Didn't (lilliert Johnston used to l c bashful? It was our privilege to feel proud of Marion Maver when she was elected our first president. She was one of the insiprations toward our goal of striving for excellence. Anne McKinley has proven herself to be a true actress, and who knows but that some day wc may all gasp with admiration as she appears liehind the footlights! AH these and many others are pillars of Ramsay, and just think! We knew them when-----------. The Junior year passed with hard work and little play for most of us. However, we had great fun as we attended Legion Field to cheer our football team which was developing into a worthy opponent for any senior high school. This year we had our operetta at The Temple with wonderful stage settings. What matters it if the snow did fall upward instead of downward! We at least played to a full house, and you know the size of that auditorium. How delighted we were with our debating team that year and the record they made! Then too. our champion baseball team must not he forgotten. At Ramsay we've always lx en the Seniors. I know I didn't say dignified, hut Mary Virginia Pounds would not permit that. and. you know, she is a prized possession. Too quickly has this last year glided by, and all too soon we have come to the parting of our ways. Now that wc are nearly at the end of our high school career, we look hack with twirdonablc pride at the achievements of many of our classmates. We have lieen well represented in every