A L Brown High School - Albrokan Yearbook (Kannapolis, NC)

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“In our Junior year we had more to do than any year before. Had you thought of when we planted that tree in front of the school building, and named it Lorene? Then came the Halloween party and part of us told fortunes and sold peanuts for the Pioneer, our first annual.” “I know you have not forgotten the night that the Seniors gave us a wienie roast here at this very place,” exclaimed Idell. “Oh! surely don’t forget the first White Christmas that K. H. S. gave. It certainly was thrilling to think that we really were doing something worth while.” This was from serious Irene. “Then on April Fool’s night the Junior-Senior banquet, at Cabarrus Hall. We all put our interest into it to make the Seniors feel that they were at home. We gave a toast to the; Seniors after we had all that we could eat, and gave them little gifts. Then came the time we had to clean the dining room,” giggled Kathleen. “Now we came to the dear old Senior year, our last year in old K. H. S. It took four years to be allowed to be called Seniors, and we felt very proud to be in school that year.” “We gave a Halloween party to make some money for our Pioneer,” said Roy, “we had a lot to worry about that year.” “We had to make plans every way possible to make money for the Pioneer. Wasn’t it funny the way we worked in order to put out a better book than the] class before us ? I shall never forget the sandwiches,” sighed Alice. “How quickly the Spring Term passed. Of course, there was a lot of excite- ment. There were many parties given in our honor. How proud we felt at those parties!” “We went to the banquet the Juniors gave us. It was one that could hardly be beaten by anyone,” affirmed William. “We lived as in a dream during commencement, didn’t we?” said Anna. “And before we knew it we had finished and were ready to go out into the world,” sighed Clement. “It was a sad group of boys and girls who met in the auditorium after receiving the diplomas that night. But we sang “K. H. S.” and promised to come back to every reunion, and this is the first time we have had even half the class back,” said Edna Mae. The last bit of flame flickered and died rest, was lost in his memories. unnoticed; for each, oblivious of the Clarence Troutman, ’25.

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Wje Xtimear History of the Class of 1925 The smoke of the camp fire rose lazily and soon lost itself in the dusk, fast descending in that wooded spot, ‘‘The Glass Pasture,” where the class of ’25 was holding a reunion, fifteen years after graduation. The magic of the fire light seemed to have lifted the curtain of years, and once more the class of ’25 was- able to sing “Down in K. H. S.” with the same old zest. And after that, it was only natural that the past should be recalled. Some noticed the shrunken circle. “We were once twenty-eight,” Roy said woefully. “Why don’t you remember when we started to learn our “High School Spirit Song?” Boys and girls, it really was in 1924, and it has been nineteen years ago. We are getting old.” “Do you remember that first Freshmen election, and our class meeting later when we adopted Black and Gold, for our class colors and ‘‘Esse quam Vidieri,” for our motto?” said Irene. Margaret then suggested. “If we’re going to turn this into a memory meeting, we might as well go about it systematically; so let’s each tell what impressed our mind most and thus we wont omit anything. You begin, Mr. President.” “It was so long ago that about all I remember is Thanksgiving holidays and a Christmas tree during my Freshman year.” “Christmas, we had two weeks vacation which we all enjoyed. After we came back to school, it was like starting a new term of school, for exams came next, and they were our real first ones,” laughed Mildred. “Don’t you remember the time on Valentine’s day when we had a little party? That was the first real party we ever gave, and we were so nervous over it because we were afraid that we would do something wrong.” “Near the end of school the boys organized a base-ball team and played the schools around. Sometimes we would get beaten, but never would get out of heart and we kept our pride just the same. I can’t think of anything more that year,” said Ralph. “Let ' s skip the rest and begin after we were Sophomores,” suggested Emma. “Who has forgotten Halloween night? We surely had a lot on us that year. And it was right there that we helped the Senior class give the party, don’t you remember?” asked Gene Peeler. “When the class of ’23 left us in May we had sad feelings to realize that they would not be with us the remaining two years we had to stay. Twenty-one

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Last Will and Testament We, the Senior Class of Kannapolis High School, realizing that our days here are fast drawing to a close, do make our last will and testament, bequeathing to the rightful heirs, our many possessions which we hold deal - . To dear old K. H. S we leave our love and loyalty. To Mr. Sloan, our superintendent, we leave our best wishes and kindest regards, and hope that K. H. S. will always keep the high ideals he has instilled there. To Mr. Cannon and the faculty we leave our profound respect, and when remem- bering our High School days, you will always hold a tender place in our memory. We will always be grateful for your untiring efforts and your patience with us during our High School years. To the Junior Class we leave; first, our senior room; second, our dignity, which must be used at all times with discretion; third, cur many privileges, which are to be guarded and defended. To the Sophomore Class we leave our “high min dedness,” and our spirit of co-op- eration. We leave you our love and devotion to our classes. To the Freshman Class we leave a pair of roller skates. But be careful and don’t speed too rapidly. Remember a diploma comes only if you work and wait. Clarence Troutman wishes to leave his pretty blushes and studious ways to Joe Johnson. Irene Rumple leaves her love for books and study to Beryl Ford. Margaret Antley leaves her ability to control society meetings to Bennetta Robinson. Anna Taylor leaves her dignity to Shelby Bost. Coy Beaver leaves his talent for Geometry to Roy Rollins. Roy Propst leaves his popularity to “Runt” Harrison. He hopes Runt” may be as much a favorite as he is. Mabel Rumple leaves her soft voice to Ovella Overcash. Alice McKinley leaves her memory book to Alma Durham. Nan Archer leaves her rosy cheeks and rowdy waya to Rosalie Gillon. Pearl Maulden leaves her talent for athletics to her sister Sue. Mildred Rogers and Edna Brown leave their talkative dispositions to Dorothy Antley and Mary Graeber. Ralph Sechler leaves his laziness to Sloan Mitchem. Clement Smith leaves his athletic stunts and his playing ability to William Bost. Edna Widenhouse leaves her beauty and her wonderful soprano voice to Idelle Collins. “Genie” Peeler leaves his giggling ways to Edith Sims. Janie Harris and “Kat” Correll leave their love for the opposite sex and their bewitching ways to Mildred Parker and Eula. Gray. Virginia Wiggins leaves her originality to Mary Katherine Sechler. Idell Connell leaves her modesty to Mary Lee Hill. Twenty-three