White Plains High School - Wildcat Yearbook (Choccolocco, AL)

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Class Song TUNE: “FAREWELL TO THEE” Now we’re leaving dear old White Plains High, Even though we’ll never really part. But our high school days are drawing nigh, And we know that it’s time to say good-by. Chorus: Farewell, White Plains! Farewell White Plains! Our high school days are coming to an end; But we will hope for college days to come, When we shall meet with friends, As we leave we never shall forget, The work that seemed to us a pest; Nor the sorrow we have always met, When our teacher came in with a test. May we meet our friends sometime to see, In the Spring time or in the Fall; And we know how happy they will be, To meet at the dear old White Plains Hall. Now we leave thee, our dear Alma Mater, Forever we pledge our loyal-ty; We’ll return to thee some glad tomorrow, And tell thee of many victories! Page 24

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On September 7, 1937, we entered dear old White Plains school once more. All of our class came back and we had three additional members. They were Loice Hollingsworth and Evie Lusk. Vera Swafford, a trans- fer from Jacksonville, entered at midterm. There are now twenty digni- fied Seniors. As our class officers we elected Effie Hollingsworth, president; La Verne Whiteside, Vice-President; and Rubye Newman, secretary and treasurer. We have had many good times in our last year. Among them are: The first day of school; the day we went to Birmingham; the day we selected our rings, invitations, and diplomas; the play, “Glad Rags,” that we gave; and the day our clock came, this being our farewell gift to the school; and last but not least, our annual, The Plainsman, first issue. When school started in September, we had two new teachers. They were Mrs. Ruth Butenschon, English, and Mr. Donald Hardin, chemistry. Mr. Hardin flew the coop becau e of so many little imps after him, and Mr. A. G. Garmon was called to light in his place. We wish to express our many thanks and appreciation to all our teachers both past and present. They have all labored to help us through the rough and rugged places, which were many. Now that our school days are almost done we do not wish to stop. We hope to continue to go forward and as we climb the ladder of life to suc- cess, we will think back on cur dear old days at White Plains and say there i? where we got our start. Our association ' hrough the years have been pleasant and have at- tached us. to our Alma Mater to such an extent that our gbing necessarily brings regrets. We want to take our places in the world and make our marks high, realizing that “except for pain and separation, we could not have the great pleasure of meeting again.” So it is with a great deal of regret that we, the Seniors, will leave school after our commencement activities and certainly we will be most envious of the classes who stay on at White Plains. So with tears in our eyes we take leave of good old White Plains and the fond memories we will cherish in our hearts forever.” Cleo Boozer. Page 23

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Class Poem Come, classmates, let’s go again to school Where we first learned the golden rule. To dear old White Plains let’s go Because it is the very best school we know. High upon a plain she stands In this free and noble land. Her beaming face turned toward the sky And on her dear form you can always rely. Since the eleven teachers are hard to des- cribe I will put them all here side by side. There are some big. little, old. and small So some day come by and have a peep at them all. In the Senior Class we don’t have many I guess there’s no more than twenty. But just between every one of us There are sure enough to make a fuss. On some things the class just don’t agree But you shouldn’t expect them to, you see. They all don't have Effie Hollingsworth’s brains. Which on them sometimes brings many pains. Vre suppose La Verne's most beautiful curls Matches her graceful little whirls She makes, while playing with Nellie, Who is another graceful young lady. When you look. peep, walk, or ride You will see Cleo with Evie Brown by her side. They are happy, peaceful, and gay Like two little birds on a Summer day. Here comes Ophelia with a book. Why this? We must all take a look! Of course we don’t believe she will study. Oh. No! She is only on the look for Helen, her buddy. When.ver you look, you’ll always see Waiting in the library, there’ll be One little girl, Evie Lusk. You know? Yes, Jack will be there in a minute or so. There is one girl who has lots of pride. This one is Miss Canola Whiteside; Who is a very good sport. We are all sure She leads a life that is sweet and pure. Now there is Miss Opal’s dignified stare. Which make her and Edna a noticable pair. As slowly down the hall they go. We know. Edna is looking for a beau. I know we all envy Rubye’s beautiful eyes; When you look at them they are as blue as the sky. Now since Vera is new in our class, We don’t know. Better look into the glass. If Eugene could at all play a fiddle Like bashful Fletcher can whistle, Our cass would have such good musicians I’m afraid we’d have to call a physician ( ?) Jack is our assistant basketball referee— Watch out. Mr. Arnold Cobb, just wait and see. Oh. here comes our own Curtis King. It is he, I know, because he can sing. Is Curtis Hall such a dignified type? Will Hoyt Wblls. we wonder, ever English like? These questions we cannot answer yet. But we will some day—you can bet. Now since Loyce is so very strong and tall I will put him almost last of all; Except for another, this is Arvel Brown. You can see him if you’ll only look around. Now. Classmates, we’ll have to say good- bye. As in our many fortunes we must try To do the things instilled in us here. That we hold to be so dear. So farewell now, dear Alma Mater. The time has come when we must part. May we stand for right as we’ve always stood. So that our lives may be pure and good. Helen Wells. Page 25