Tennessee High School - Cadmea Yearbook (Bristol, TN)

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Page 25 HISTORY The fall of ‘33 was bright, and to us it seemed beautiful for we had just started our career in B. T. H. S. This brightness was dimmed as unwelcome showers were poured upon us by our superiors. We soon impressed them, however, with our importance, when we crowned Jean Vaught, queen of the school, and started a precedent which has been followed ever since. At last, after nine months, seemingly long and yet so short, we realized that we had completed one of our five years. In the beginning of our second year, as Freshmen, we realized that it was our turn ‘to duck’’ some of the others much to our joy and satisfaction. We still wonder what Mr. Ladd meant when he talked to us in Latin, but we soon learned about his ‘tea parties” that lasted from one to three hours. During the entire month of December the school was decorated with ladders, paint brushes, buckets, and scaffolding. The highlight of the year was the fire. Picture, if you can, our mad rush from the third floor after we had mistaken the fire bell for the regular class bell. : After three long, peaceful months we found ourselves back again, this time as Sophomores. We went to work in earnest as we realized that we had three more years ahead of us. As Juniors we started out, to prove our importance to everybody, including ourselves. As a beginning, Thomas Ingram, ‘our tallest lad,’’ was elected President of the All Students’ Council. To make this year memorable, several new members, among which are Peggy O'Dell, Frances Henderson, Hazel Wolfe, Raymond Fletcher, Tommy Johnston, Charles Oakley, and Perry New- man, were added to our number. In recognition of our outstanding ability the Juniors were allowed to give a Junior Play. After much debate a mysterious comedy, ‘Murdered Alive,’ was chosen and under the excellent supervision of Mr. Burns, we surprised ourselves and everybody else with our acting. The fall of ‘36 arrived. At last we had reached our goal—we are Seniors —the largest class in the history of our school. The fall term we were fortunate to have Graham Vance, as President of the Senior Class and Ben Sims as President of the All Students’ Council. Our football season will always be remembered. The new stadium was dedicated at the Johnson City game. At this time we celebrated by selling our first printed programs. The highlight of the football season, however, was the winning of the Virginia-Tennessee game for which much credit should be given to Captain “Chess” and his team. We start the second term, gladly and yet reluctantly. We wonder what will be our fate without the help of our teachers, the comradeship of our fellow students, and the beloved walls of Tennessee High.

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CLASS WILL We, the class of nineteen hundred and thirty-seven of Tennessee High School, town of Bristol, county of Sullivan, realizing our present dignity and importance as Seniors of this most worthy institution, and realizing that our high school days are ending, do hereby declare this, our last will and testament. First, we leave the faculty, who with loving devotion have guided us for the last five years, our kindest wishes for the future. SECOND, we bequeath to the Junior Class members all the Senior dignities and those “supposed” Senior privileges. THIRD, we bequeath to our beloved sponsors, Mrs. Elizabeth Ferguson, Miss Owen, and Mr. Gillingham, our sincerest gratitude and hope they will have less trouble with the Seniors of '’38. Our remaining personal bequests are as follows: We, Sonny Adams, Nell Dougherty, and Jimmy King, not knowing which of our charming personalities to part with, but wishing to have likenesses in the Junior Class, do hereby will and bequeath our perpetual grins to Milton Aber- crombie, Caroline Riddle, and Billy Hagy. I, Ben Sims, do hereby will and bequeath my numerous offices and my dignity to anyone who is capable of holding them. We, Vernon Hobbs, Victor Johnson, and Lloyd Smith, do hereby will and bequeath our quiet manners to Helen Frances Stover, Munsey Slack, De Cole, and Benny Cowan, hoping the halls will be much quieter. We, Jenina Furse, Wallace Carrier, and Ray Fletcher, will our memories to Frances Pair and Mose Helton, hoping they won't forget to use them. We, Elizabeth Henninger and Helen Hunt, bequeath to Irvin Talbert one small notebook in which to write jokes, so he won't tell the same one twice. I, Sarah Watkins, bequeath my vamping ability to June O'Dell. We, Florine Bibee and Helen Shuler, do hereby will and bequeath our charming dimples to Agnes Bachman and Marilyn Spinks, trusting they will improve their looks more than ours. I, Mary Ann Morison, bequeath my gracious personality to Edith McCros- key, on the condition that she learns to squeal as only I can. We, “Tubby” Stone and ‘’Dotty’’ Powers, bequeath our art of applying lip- stick to Ruth Bachman and Evelyn Hagy, hoping it will have better results. We, Fred King, George McIntyre, and Austin Combs, bequeath our ability to make feminine hearts flutter to James Moore, J. C. Phipps, and Robert Kelly. We, Margaret Martin, Doris Lane, Ardis Moore, and Grace Rhea, bequeath our sweet dispositions to Margaret Arrants, Louise Mann, Ruth Steppe, and Lois Trammel. We, Tommy Ingram and Graham Vance, bequeath our positions as school sheiks to Harry Phipps and Julian Sisler. We, Mary Baird, Elizabeth Thomas, Peggy O'Dell, and Helen Harr, bequeath our quietness to all those who feel inclined to talk in study hall. I, Charles Oakley, bequeath to James Lee one box of chalk to be used in target practice, hoping he will be as successful as I. We, Edward Counts, C. C. Mercer, Charles Stansberry, and Allen Swiney, being extremely shy, bequeath our ability to blush to Robert Rader, A. C. Vires, Henry Smith, and William Phelps. I, Emma Kate Vance, will my way with the men, especially with members of the faculty, to Dorothy Sayles. We, Mary Lynn Cross, Lorraine Kyle, and Edith Lambert, bequeath our King dates to Thelma Blevins, Virginia Kaylor, and Hazel Whitaker. I, Henry Wood, bequeath my seat in assembly to Jimmy Hawkins, so he too can boo speakers without being caught. We, Winifred Blevins, Billy Fleenor, and Perry Newman, knowing that silence is golden, bequeath some of our abundant share to Leon Carrier, Ken- neth Messerole, and Wade Foster. We, George Wyman and James Wolford, bequeath our seats in French class to James Newton and W. C. Hardin, hoping their dreams won't be disturbed. Page 26