Wright School for Girls - Wrightorian Yearbook (Mobile, AL)

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elzior Zfuss gfisbry Was it yesterday, just yesterday - that first day school opened? It is remarkably clear to us. Actually, it was a little more than three years ago - a long time . . . Sitting anxiously on the desk edges, we were overly nervous and fidgety to have gathered about us a cluster of friends, old and new. The girls who entered wearing the -new uniforms attracted the admiring and curious glances of the others in civilian attire. After the brief assembly, in which we were introduced to the school, faculty and advisors, we were ceremoniously herded to our home room, and therein were ominously beckoned to learn- ing portals by the sagacious Mrs. Hicks. It was a year of learning, for the teachers and the taught. Although it must be admitted by those who know, that we often managed to halt the progress of knowledge by a series of ingenious pranks. However, there are other episodes that will cause us to be well remembered. Our satirical skit of the faculty was undoubtably the best ar- rangement of words and make-up this side of Broadway. What fun the audience had with the gentle ridicule of the teachers! That spring, when we were feeling intensely the walls that shut out sparkling trees and cool enticing air, we managed to persuade Mrs. Hicks to take us on a field trip, as in days of yore and grammar school. We were amazed at the magical tricks of the chemists at the city's water works and spellbound at the pale blue water that splashed through a large, white, tile tunnel under the floors. From there we ventured forth to visit Big Creek Dam, which appeared a lovely painting in the haze of afternoon. Perhaps in our second year, as Iuniors, our most propitious undertaking was a class trip to Washington, D. C. After week upon week of hard work, during which we sponsored a movie and many candy sales, we managed to net enough money to finance the expedition. With Mr. Delaney and our two mother chaperones, we headed north on the Greyhound bus. The things we saw, the places we went! The Cyclorama in Atlantag in Washington, the Smithsonian Institute, the National Gallery of Art, the Capitol, and the White House, Annapolis, and on the way, the colleges and Williamsburg. Such an unforgettable and worthwhile experience. The weatherman was kind to send a plush quilting of snow to the enjoyment of us Southern belles, who were used to rain and steaming sunshine. That year we had charge of decorating the auditorium for the Father-Daughter Supper. Several of the artisti- cally inventive students in our class made the decorations to fit a Halloween theme. The Daddys got a big kick out of the papa and daughter pumpkins. Also we planned the theme for the Christmas observance at Wright's. From the ceiling of fluffy white clouds, exquisite angels looked down on the traditional candle-lighting ceremony - one of meaningful solem-nity and impressive beauty, as, while carols were softly hummed in the shadows, a girl from each grade lit a small white candle from the great one, symbolizing unity in love, work and play. During the summer of 1958, a number of Seniors-to-be gave up their tennis, swimming and golf to write a con- stitution for the first elective Student Council of Wright's. The work was thorough and analytical, and due to the active interest of the participants, was completed, and has proved a capable servant of the new and prosperifng gov- erning body of our school. Oh, it is fortunate there were no cameras about when the Seniors slaved to remodel the room to be the Senior Lounge. Window washing, painting, floor scrubbing and curtain hanging kept us busy, as all of us crowded in- draped in paint-smeared blue jeans and sloppy knee-length shirts - eager to have a part i-n the decoration. Now the underclassmen are permitted to observe enviously through the glass doors their Seniors lounging to the tune of hi-fi, Cola-Cola, and no books! Throughout our senior year, all the underclassmen honored us with parties to make this a memorable year: surprise parties, the Faculty Luncheon - just everyone, from our tiny kindergarteners' party to the elegant Iunior- Senior Banquet. But what we shall remember longest is the most significant achievement of all - our graduation. The evening was resplendent with the solemn ceremony and Seniors' white organdy dresses and flowers. Among our class are abundant club presidents or officers, and girls in other ways honored. One is the Lady's World Walking Horse Champion Rider. We have many artists, writers, actresses and sport-minded individuals. So, all-in-all, we are considered a well-rounded group of girls who loved dearly our school and its people. Let this not be farewell, for the things of infinite joy live in our hearts, forever. 29

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Carmen Pamela Williams elziors West Columbia High School, Whartom, Texas, 1, 2, 3 Foley High School, Foley, Alabama, 4 Spanish Club, l, Secretary, 2, 3 Choir, Secretary, 2, 3, Accompanist, Band, 1 Tennis, 3 Secretary, Iunior Class Interscholastic League, 3 Onc Act Play, 3 Future Teachers of America, Treasu Mathematics Club, 4 Annual, 4, Business Manager, 3 Most Popular Iunior Girl, 3 International Honorary Society for High School Iournalists, 3, 4 American Legion Award, 3 The Amercian History Awarrl, 3 Honor Roll, l, 2, 3, 4 mior- acuffy Luzc amz ar 'F l, ' 3' f 1, 2, 3 ref, 4 28

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wziors Pamela Pitman Cornelia Zieman Prexident Vice-President Ioan Burney Secretary-Treasurer Eliiabeth Brown Ann Kendall Dorothy Rogers Organizing the Lab 30 Mrs. Pierce and Officers