Barret Manual Training High School - Revue Yearbook (Henderson, KY)

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WHEN WE WERE FRESI-IMEN V P m1v L1

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EDGAR TABOR Damfino And constancy lives in realms above. THELMA LE ROY Thelma There's nothing so kingly as kindness, and nothing so loyal as truth. ANNE WORSHAM Britches Happy am Ig from care I'm free. Why aren't they all contented like me? HAROLD M. STANLEY NChip!Y i'He is great who is what he is from nature, and who never reminds us of others. Class Motto- A quitter never Wins and a winner never Virginia Orr Royster ............ Editor Emily Wilson ........... Frances Robinson ...,, Martha M. Robertson. Fletcher Cheaney ..,,., Katherine Christ .... Richard Alves ,,.,.,. H Marie Deicken ,,.... James Talley .,,....,,, Katherine Barret ....,,i Frederick Schuette ,, Charles W. Kleidercr ,,..,. Pep Club Talbert Jennings ......,............. Track Wilms Kiefer ....... ,..... B asketball Rebecca Bryant i,..... H Track SENIOR CELEBRITIES Art History . .Valedictorian iiiii Salutatorian Assoc. Editor President Ads Will Ads Snaps quits. ,I ,,-. Ayymk

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T H E R E V U E CLASS HISTORY As I sat and turned the pages of a book entitled Youth , my eyes fell on this passage: ' Along the walls of many great halls, Youth beams with its glory bright, If only their thoughts could be recalled again, Would 'make many a day out of night. Their pictures show forth, what their lives have been, Filled with loyalty, victory, and truth, But never will they be united again, As they were in their days of Youth. Ah! What memories those verses brought back, I began to think of the friends of my school days. It has been fifty years or maybe more, since I graduated from B. M. T. H. S. My thoughts turned into dreams of the past and my activities at Barret High. My Freshman Year-I remember how little and insignificant we felt, and did the upperclassmen jump -on us? The boys went for a dip in the fish pond on the campus ibut not of their own free willl. We had a class meeting and then began to feel quite important, evlen if we had been kidded and called freshies , and in that class meeting we elected Virginia Orr Royster President of our class. After this everyone settled down to studying and the Freshies were forgotten. The next fall we went back to school as Sophomores and we certainly did feel big. We had our first chance to'look down on the Freshmen. That year we chose Owen Gregory as our chief executor. And then we were Juniors. Virginia Orn Royster was again elected President of our class. That fall on Thanksgiving Day we beat Owensboro. Three cheers for B. M. T. H. S. a red letter day for our school. That year gymnastic classes for boys and girls were begun and Miss Gibson was elected as the teacher for that department which proved very interesting. The student body was given a spring Vacation, which made the year even more successful and when we returned from our vacation we began to make preparations for a contest to select the King and Queen of the school. Our Junior representatives, Katherine Christ and Dick Alves won the contest. And then the event when the Juniors entertained the Seniors-it was a grand leap year dance. And in return we were entertained by the Seniors just as gloriously. Another year rolled around and we were Seniors. And the first thing we did was elect Dick Alves as our President. We had a new principal, Mr. Floyd, and two new additions to the faculty, Miss Marstall and Mr. Crafton that year. The school, voted on cheer leaders and Katherine Barret, Virginia Orr Royster, and Charles William Kleiderer were elected from our class. They surely did put pep into the football and basketball games. ' And now comes the sad part of our Senior Year, we were beaten on Thanksgiving Day by Owensboro. It was a good game though, and our boys put up a real fight. And then we began thinking about Graduation, selecting invitations and having our pictures made for the Revue. Oh Yes! And Virginia Orr Royster was Editor of it. And then came Graduation exercises and diplomas, and our High School days were over. , How grand it would be to see that class of thirty-three together again. I sat lost in memories dreaming of the past, and then I. heard something slip to the floor and awoke with a'start. It was only the book. I was bewildered, and then I knew that it was all a dream-those dear High School Days. I picked up the book, entitled, Youth , but did not continue reading. Placing it on the shelf, I sat down to recall again those fond memories. Ah! How Sweet. -Frances Robinson 'uf 1 9 3 3 Page cig teen '