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

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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

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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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Ophelia Overeash leaves her pretty brown eyes and her sunny disposition to Gladys Goodnight. “Bill” Davis leaves his intellectual ability to Harriett Orr. Mosey Ree Reel leaves her oratorical ability to Millie Goodnig-ht. Emma Cline leaves her winning smiles to Margie Wineeoff. We hereby appoint Dorothy Antley executive of this, our last will and testament. In witness hereof, we, the Senior Class of ’25, do hereby set our sign and seal, this fifteenth day of May, one thousand, nineteen hundred and twenty-five. Seniors ’25 — Evelyn Rumple, Testator. Senior Class Poem In papoose days the Indian small Tosses about in wind and breeze. Caring naught for work or toil, Happily swinging from the trees. When grown to lads they roamed about Virgin streams and mountains wild. With bows and arrows always out, They realized man’s work as a child. An Indian warrior bold and brave He fought the battles of his tribe. He tramped the woods; he swam the wave To win his manhood and his bride. And then at last the Indian chief His fortitude and courage proven, Welcomed new-comers with pipes-of-peace And homes to pioneers were given. In Freshman days we were as free As a papoose swinging in a tree. In Sophomore days we started then To realize we must work as men. In Junior days we passed the test And now as Seniors show the best. Let us go forward with all the vim We need in this old world to win; With courage high and honor bright We need to battle for the right; With hearts aglow with love and praise, For our Alma Mater of high school days. Irene Rumple, ’25. Twenty-four