Aiken High School - Hornet Yearbook (Aiken, SC)

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LIDA MAE WILLIS “Squeaky —athletic, friendly, cute Senior Class Secretary, 49; Hornet Staff, '49: Basketball, '47, 48 (Captain), 49: Block A Club. HUBERT RAY WOODWARD “Woody —handsome, leader, dependable Senior Class President, 49; Football, 48. JAMIE LUTHER WORLEY quick tempered, quiet, friendly F. F. A. EDWARD ERNEST ZORN “Ed”—tall, dark, good-looking Band 45. '46, '47, '48. '49. SENIORS 23

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ROSA LEE SHEALY MILDRED FRANCES SLOAN Red —artistic, pretty hair National Honor Society, '47. 48. 49: May Day Attendant. 46: Cheerleader. 46: Block ’ A Club: Hi-Times Society Editor, 48. SARA ANN SMITH quiet, pretty, peaches and cream complexion Glee Club. 49: May Day Princess. 45. •'rT-C Rose”—smart, friendly, cute Student Council. 45. 46. HERBERT SIZEMORE “Herb —3ood-looking, smart, dependable F. F. A. THOMAS EARL WALKER Tom —amusing, tall Football, 45. 47, 48; Basketball. 47; Track. 46: Glee Club. '46. '47. 48: Student Council. ’47, ’48. EDGAR OWEN TAYLOR Boot”—athletic, dependable, red hair Football. 46, ’47. 48, 49 (Captain): Basketball. ’46. 47, 48 (Captain): Track, 47; Glee Club. ’47, '48. ’49: Block A ” Club. SENIORS 22

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April days had come to Aiken again—and with the blooming of each flower, with each drop of rain, with each new green grass blade, with each ray of sun there was imprinted upon my heart the full realization that quite soon May, with all of its glorious color schemes, would turn our parks and campus into a fairyland of flowers and sunshine and then—within a very short time, one bright June day, there would dawn the hour for which through twelve colorful years, we had hoped, dreamed, lived— Graduation. As I meditated upon the last fleeting hours left to us as a class in Aiken High School there came the myriad memories of our school which will remain with us always. My memory moved swiftly back to that September morning in 1936 when Miss Jenny and Miss Emily stood at their respective doors welcoming the tiny individuals who, with a great deal of apprehension, were about to begin the slow tread up education’s hill. Grammar school where we grew from baby students of reading, writing, and arithmetic up through the years of workbooks, dairy units, assembly programs. May Day exercises, operettas, etc. Even the startling announcement that we would have to complete the twelfth grade failed to dampen our young spirits. What a day to remember? Alas, we had arrived. We felt that the estate of young manhood and womanhood had duly descended upon us as we entered Aiken High School for the first time. In spite of the confusion of registering and finding our way around the large, new building, we knew that a door had closed and a new one had opened. For the first day marked the beginning of Memory Lane with never to be forgotten experiences. Nor can we forget the thrill of the Pep meetings and the football games, our first dance, high school plays, basketball, Ma Day, baseball, and many other new adventures. With the swift passage of time sophomoric wisdom turned into jolly giggles and lo! We were juniors. Now the richness of high school life began to thrill us with the sheer joy of being alive. Many honors fell to our class for there was to be no senior class this year. The responsibility of winning honors for our school upon the athletic and scholastic fields fell to members of our class. The boys kept our banners flying high by winning many victories upon the gridiron, while other members tripped the light fantastic upon the basketball court and dusted home plate many times to add more luster to our record. We furnished the editor for ‘'Hi-Times , the Queen for the football banquet and May Day. Our debaters and mental contestants won places of honor in contests during the spring. All were not gay hours; however, for beneath the great pageant of fun and frolic, the students continued their work in the classroom, library and lab. In spite of the many events which crowded our days the serious pursuit of obtaining an education continued. Can we ever forget cramming for exams and the anxious faces waiting for reports. Senior days, oh, dignity, where art thou? Still vivid is the long lunch line; the mad scramble to get served in the canteen; long weary hours working on The Hornet ; picture taking and more picture taking; Hi-Times takes on a new look: Home Sweet Homicide , our class play; interviews for colleges; plans for commencement; receiving our rings; sending our invitations; the blue line forming in the gymnasium; these are but a few of the events in an eventful year. Each year has had its individual highlights and the entire four years present a kaleidoscope of tender, sweet memories, which the passage of time shall enshrine more permanently in our hearts. O! Memories that bless and burn Link our heart with bonds both sweet and sure. Bring us back the well remembered ways To live again the unforgotten days To feel once more youth’s own sweet mystic spell To meet again the friends we used to know And live again the days of long ago . . . ”. 24