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

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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

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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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school activity and organization. What vt have gained during these past four years has become a part of us— a true spirit of loyalty to Ramsay whose principal and instructors have so patiently and wisely guided us. It means much to us to separate from the friends we have made among our teachers and to break up the spirit of comaraderie that has existed among us. The Class of '33 in the future, as in the past, will continue to go on, to strive upward, and to keep ever in mind the class motto, Res noil verba. Martha Chapman PRESIDENT'S MESSACE There arc a few outstanding dates in our lives by which we locate all previous and subsequent events. To-day is one of those outstanding days. But. momentous as the occasion is. it is a beginning not an end. Wc are much like the little girl, who, after returning from Iter first day at school, was asked how much she had learned. Somewhat disillusioned, she replied, 1 did not learn very much; the teacher said I must come back tomorrow. Tomorrow will find us, too. still learning, for education is “an endless growth in wisdom and beauty. Most children meditate on the seeming paradox of adults' speech. When I was a child, nothing puzzled me more than the fact that people called the end of school commencement. The years, however, have brought an understanding of this paradox. Commencement is the beginning of a less sheltered life, in which we shall have the privilege of using the weapons which we have l ccn making in the past four years—weapons of discipline, concentration, industry, and courage. Fellow-classmates, like the comrades of Ulysses, you and I have taken “with a frolic welcome the thunder and the sunshine” of our years at Ramsay—nearly all sunshine they seem as we look back upon them—but now before us are new worlds to explore. Here at Ramsay we have learned the value of dreams when dreams arc translated into action; wc have learned the joy of achievements when achievement seeks the common good. In these new experiences which now challenge, may we continue to dream our dreams, and to achieve with a nobleness of purpose that is two-fold, realzing that we are building not only for ourselves but for Ramsay as well. Armed with courage and faith, may we all, classmates of Nineteen thirty-three, to-day purpose in our hearts to go forth and assume our high responsibility. Marion Mayer WRITTEN IN MARCH The first faint green of the bursting bud, The dewy freshness of the air. The lilting song of a happy bird Herald a spring that is radiantly fair. Martha Matthews.