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

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The History of the Senior Class Preface: The following account is not complete. Like all histories, it can hut trace up to the present time the accomplishments and actions of its subjects, and can only pray for what comes later! A decade or so ago there burst forth in the heavens a bright new group of stars which all fell to earth and became, in time, the present Senior Class. Cynics, unbelievers, and doubting astronomers that question this can blame our existence on Adam and Eve. What catastrophe put us here is unimportant; we’re here, we’re Seniors, and we have a history. In the month of September, 1944, we first saw the assorted gods and goddesses called Seniors. and we hoped that some day we would attain such heights. Since that was two years away, though, we decided to become traditional high school students. Driven by violent loves and wild passions of jealousy which shifted weekly and weakly, we slowly became accustomed to the accepted rules and acted accordingly, for belter or for worse. We were industrious learners (for a while, anyway), but soon learned our best lesson—that learning doesn’t pay! Clubs and social groups flourished, and all was well. That summer, several were arrested for stealing watermelons. We were all shocked, for we could not picture such lawlessness. The Junior year was a conflict. Being the in-betweens, the dates with both Sophomores and Seniors were numerous. VVe tried to act our age, but never quite got around to forgetting parties, boys, girls, and true, undying love. More clubs invited membership, and things in general seemed brighter. Many stole glances at the illustrious third-floor clan of teachers and anticipated their fiscal year of avoiding the hazards of work. We looked after the graduating Seniors with an attitude of both respect and good-riddance, for we knew that only the summer stood in our way. Ah, bliss! Ah, peace! Like so many mighty monarchs we tread the sidewalks last fall and knew that all eyes were upon us. We watched leaves wither in our presence, as did the freshmen. The marathon love affairs droned on. and a few new ones broke the monotony. At-social functions our appearances were of much interest.” Several new clubs were formed, each adding a little to our lives in some way. The Senior Meeting, that congress of wisdom and knowledge, was held to elect our officers and to decide the texture, design, and color of our graduation clothing. Final tests were passed overwhelmingly with that flourish so common to our school, and the last fling of dances and parties afforded our taxed minds the needed relaxation to insure our composure for the’’ night. Came the march music, and we gracefully walked down the glorious path of honor. We nodded to the spectators out of our hearts, and proceeded to graduate. Knighted with out diplomas, we joined King Arthur’s Multiplication Table and ended our high school da .e.

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BLANCHE WILKINSON Beta Delia; Thespians: Dramatics Club; Future Homemakers: Kiencli Club; Science Club: V-Teens. A companion that is rliecrful is worth gold.” CALVIN WILLIAMS Delia Sigma: Scimitars: B. R. Club: I II Club; I'lowci Club; Wild Life Club; Football. Gentle in manner, strong in his performance.” ELIZABETH WILSON Dramatics Club. Coy and happy is she, a noble girl tee know her to be. MARILYN WILSON Honor Club; Mu Sigma; Libr.it Stall: Bowling League. In her voice and in her smile, methinks there is charm. PATRICIA ANN WL'LFF Junior Homcinukets; Clee Club; Spanish Club: I II Club: V-Tccns. “A foot and light-hearted. ! lake to the open road. Health, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me. I.eading wherever I choose. NAN YOl’NO Beta Delta: Mu Sigma: Honor Club: Spiustcrcttcs: Science Club: Dramatics Club; Spanish Club: Tennis Team. Sweet, but shy, with mischief in her eye. JEANNE I.A BOl DYESS A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye, Fair as a star when only one Is shining in the sky. BENNIE BROWN l-H Club: Science Club: Band: Football. And life, my friend, is wha! yon make it. DcVON COLVIN Jr. Red Cross: Band: Basketball. Happy am I! From care I'm free! I I'M aren't they all contented like met ROSEMARY HATCHER Junior Homemakers: Band. Silence is golden. BOB JONES Hi Y: Honor Club; Beta Club; Drum Major of Baud. ' Hook sense and common sense: but plenty of room for non-sense. JOY FLEMING Glee Club: Leadership Club: Library Club. Happy go lucky and lots ot fun. a girl who is liked by everyone. CHARLES NORM Rl M Trade School. The world is his who enjoys it. BE I I Y I.Ol LEWIS Kindness is virtue itself.

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CLASS WILL We, the members of ilie Senior Class of 1947, being of mind and body (the degree of soundness has not been determined), feeling some obligation to continue the custom of leaving our worldly possessions to you, our mourners, do hereby grant of our generous hearts and souls the following, to wit: To the “next-best,” the Junior Class, we do bequeath our very Seniordoin. This, whether we like it or not, will befall you sooner or later, and we want you to know that our g xxl graces are with you. We give you, in addition, unrestricted use of the halls (our best time from one end of the hall to the other is 2.r seconds) ; the library (suggested reading: card catalog), the cafeteria (roast and potatoes, 20c) and the auditorium (please sit down upon entrance) . Any new privileges that you can grasp, you may have. To the stumbling Sophomores we give the steadying hand. You may ignore one assignment out of three as unnecessary. You may gather in small (ten is limit) groups in the halls to promote the general welfare, and you are required to chew gum daily to secure these other rights. To the yet unseen microbes, the Freshmen, that will shortly infest our school, we dedicate a prayer of guidance. May you find your way and not become tearful. May you reflect the examples of your predecessors and not disgrace our school by being sincerely interested in your education. To the cooks, the maids, and janitors we leave a heartfelt wish—that by July the building will be sufficiently in repair and that all dishes will be washed so that you, too, might have a summer holiday. To those dignitaries, the professors and pro-fessorettes of our faculty, we do leave the following: To Mrs. Michael, five all-boy classes to take her mind away from the English language. To Mrs. Pillow, many miles of crooked halls in which to peek around corners. To Miss Dunbar, an engraved certificate bearing the words, “Child of Grace.” To Miss Lombard, gallant men of yesteryear to practice the code of chivalry. To Miss Womack, a cast of merry-makers to cheer her in trying times. To Miss Burris, a ruler and a dagger to replace her old ones. To Mrs. Craig, something hilarious that she will completely enjoy. To Miss Allison, a student capable of a perfect typewritten page. To Mrs. Young, one gleaming atomic bomb, for such disposal as she thinks appropriate. To Miss Alex, we leave the wish that she will have as little trouble with the next class as she did with our well-disciplined group. To the rest of the faculty, we leave them, and hope that they will enjoy the graduation night as much as we do.