Baton Rouge High School - Fricassee Yearbook (Baton Rouge, LA)

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UNDERCLASSMEN 1941 WII.MA GUICE freshman DAVID GUTHRIE Freshman RALEIGH GYNES Freshman MARSHALL HEFLIN Freshman JIMMY HUN DEM ER Freshman JEAN JUNOT Freshman CARA KEA I INC Freshman BRINSFIELD KING Freshman C HES1 ER LaGRONE Freshman VEREKER MAIS Freshman IRBY NICHOLS Freshman GARNF.I SI. 1)1 1 KR Freshman RORKR I SEALS Freshman BETTY SHIRLEY Freshman JOHN S I O I LER Freshman ELIZABEI II SI RICKLAND Freshman CHARLES VOSS Freshman EUGENE WEIR Freshman NAAMAN WOODLAND Freshman

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UNDERCLASSMEN 1941 JEAN MOM.El Junior COMAN NOR I ON Junior NONA IKAN REI»1)V Junior YVONNE ROUMAIN Junior BEVERLY Rl.'SS Junior DOROTHY SAMSON Junior MARGAREI SCHOONMAKER Junior VIVIAN STOKES Junior PEGGY Jl NK VICKERS Junior FRANCES WHITAKER Junior NORMA WRIGHI Junior JUNE BRYANT Freshman IE B. CONNER Freshman CHARLES DcPI'Y Freshman MAR I HA DOWELL Freshman E I HEI. DIAMNC Freshman MARGUF.RI I E FUN I Fresh man NEALE GORDON Freshman C IIARLEEN GREENBl’RG Freshman

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d-Laii cdfiitoitj Down thru the ages tin picturesque element of a senior high school has always been The underclassman.” With that term hanging over our heads and written on our faces, on a clay in September. 1038 we entered u|xm the threshold of Baton Rouge Senior High School and into the hands of those dignified slavedrivers. “the seniors. Junior High was but a vague mem ory to us; to ourselves we were pretty important, the most intelligent, most promising group that had ever honored a high school with its presence and we were determined to show those upperclassmen just what we could do! We were sadly mistaken, however, if we intended to make much headway with seniors who considered us mere nothings in their lives: yet. we survived and. a year later, a little less giddy, much more dignified and confident, returned to school. No longer being the prey ol seniors, we could settle down to make a name for ourselves. Some of us. scholastically inclined, 'Muttered up our report cards with straight A’s and received bids to join the Honor Club. Mu Sigma and Beta Club. Others, athletically inclined, caused feminine hearts to beat by making spcctaculai dashes to the goal line for touchdowns in the fall football games. Still others in the Debate Club. Dramatic and dee Club. A few of us did things that made a lasting impression on our minds, such as scraping up gum with a small shovel designed vilely for those pupils who were ovetanxious to imitate cows”. Yet whatever wc accomplished wherever our ability rested, all of us had made some kind of impressions, good or bad, and had prepared ourselves for our last year in high school, the year when we. too, would be seniors! I'hen with pride and complete dignity we finally reached the pinnacle of our high school areer. We were seniois! It was a wonderful feeling. We could make the sophomores and juniors feel as we had fell when we were underclassmen, and we did! After all. wc had waited for ibis opportunity and wc were- going to take advantage of it. We took over everything. Well, utmost everything. We entered rally for the last time and won. Teachers actually admired and iespe led us. We studied diligently until Spring Fever collided with our ambitious natures and won out. I'hen came exam week. Momentous week! Ah! Memorable week when we crammed the knowledge of a semester into our feeble brains. What a relief to know we had passed! Now we could refrain from selling those invitations we weren’t so sure we should have bought. We made plans for a senior night, a banquet, and graduation. Graduation night found us spic and span in all our finery, the center of attraction, par-initially to our parents, who gazed ujion their offsprings with genuine pride and admiration. Graduation closes the last chapter in the history of our class, the senior Call of 1911. May we go on to greater and bettet things, always remembering that our high school years were the most carefree and happy years of our life. PAGE THIRTY-TWO THE FRICASSEE