Blakely Union High School - Bobcat Yearbook (Blakely, GA)

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meeting about the first week of school, Billy joe jordan was elected junior class president. Our class roll had new names added to it this year and they included: june and joy Pitman, Felton Sheffield, john Flanagan and Olive Yates. Our first thoughts were turned toward the annual Halloween Carnival that we were to sponsor in October. After making plans for a month or longer, the Carnival night arrived and everything went over with a bang. From a financial viewpoint, it was a real success. About that same time a salesman came to show us class rings and that gave us a thrill like nothing else ever will. We hadn't felt like juniors until we ordered our rings. lt was in November of our junior year when loyce Davis moved to Savannah. Thus our class roll was decreased one. Spring came around real soon and our class began thinking about the junior and senior banquet that we were to sponsor in May. After working like Trojans for three months, the grand and glorious night of the occasion arrived. ln about three weeks the seniors would be graduating and our hearts grew sad at the thought of our own graduation, only one year away. lvlay 24 finally came, and thus the curtain was lowered on Act lll. Act IV. Time-1947. Place-New school building and a new commander-in-chief-Mr. Spencer was leaving and Mr. H. H, Brinson, jr., was here. Dignified Seniors-That's what we called ourselves. When we went to school that warm Septem- ber morning, naturally we thought a great deal of the many privileges for seniors that would be ours. The things that we had looked forward to for many years would soon become a reality. lvloney for our class trip and annual! That seemed to be more or less our motto. lvlrs. Dennis and lvlr. 'Cheek were our home room teachers again and they were full of good ideas of how we could make loads of money. When our class roll was called there were new names on it. Yes, they were Homer Brinson, Bob Pritchard, and Bill Toole. ln November, our class sponsored a booth at the County Fair and Peanut Festival, and that was our main money making project for that month. An informal dance following our football game with Arlington highlighted the pre-Christmas season. We sold Blakely High pennants, B.H.S. caps, as well as subscriptions to magazines, and felt as though we had left no stone unturned in searching for ways tc make our bank account grow. Spring came around and we were honored with many dances and parties, all of which we will remember as our happy yesterdays in the Land of Tomorrow. The juniors entertained us with a banquet and dance during the last few days before graduation and it was as delightful as anything in the world ever could be. Alas! and it's graduation time, but we find several of our class members whose nameslare not on the graduation roll, Football-That answers why Ted Whitchard, Homer Brinson, Billy Hayes, and Pee Wee Williams are not leaving with us. Pee Wee was elected captain of our fighting football team to succeed Captain Billy Roberts at the annual banquet held in December. As in the old fairy tale, the clock will soon be striking twelve. We believe the time will not take us unaware as our days and years have been spent in preparation for this event. Our diploma will serve as a reminder that our Alma Mater has given us a dress that will not vanish at midnight, MARY ROGERS Historian but last throughout our lives.

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X View A i 6199! O, , Sikxsgf l W Classmates, for many years now we have been sitting in the cinders, so to speak. We will think of the cinders as the work years we spent in high school. We have been here trudging along, acquir- ing the fundamentals of education and the art of living with ourselves and with one another. Sitting in the cinders has not been so bad because we have had happy and gay times together. We have obeyed with meekness and humility the rules and regulations of cinderland. All worthwhile things are gained by a price. We have paid that price as we have written our history through the yearsf Act l of a four-act play entitled The Blakely Senior Class History-l948, Time-l944. Place-The old Fryer house on North Main Street. - All of us trudged nervously toward the old Fryer house which, at the time, was all we had for a school building. We went to our rooms and found our homeroom teachers to be Mrs. E. C. Bridges and Mr. Lowery Stone. New members who joined our class that memorable year included Lois McDowell, Helen Patterson, Benny Windsor, and Reese Teclder. We were told by our fellow high school chums that good class officers in high school were a necessity and after thoughtful consideration, we elected Ray Shierling as president. Our first class party was a formal affair that took place in November at the Woman's Club House. Because it turned out to be such a success, many others like it took place in the future. Act ll. Time--1945. Place-Fryer House. Our sophomore year was begun in September of l945 and we were still without a school building. Classes were being held, as usual, in the Fryer house. More new names were added to ourclass roll that year and they were: Ann Edmondson and Tommy Crawford. Ray Shierling was elected class president for the second time. Money making proiects and another class party highlighted our sopho- more year. Homeroom teachers were Mrs. l. O. Brown and Mrs. Floyd Hattaway. Act lll. Time-l946. Place-New School Building. Yes, it was our junior year and our schooling quarters had been changed from the Fryer House to the school gymnasium around Christmas of l945 and about two weeks before our sophomore year was completed, we moved over to this big, new, beautiful school building. Mrs. Alyce Dennis and Mr. E. H. Cheek were our home room teachers that year and they were two of the very best. At a class

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'Samoa' I pfzopfzecqy What a day! What an age I am living in . . . You see, I have just celebrated my Zllth birthday and have leisurely enjoyed an A-I special birthday capsule. Ah, yes, little did I ever dream the Age of the Atom would come in my lifetime, but who am nm., ,-f l to wonder and bicker with the Einsteins! Oh, well, what could be a better way to end a birthday celebration than a little spin around the world in my rocket plane? - -5 I have a few minutes to spare and, besides, it's been some time since I have seen my friends inllvlars and Venus . . . Oh, yes, I must visit the Moon on my way back, too. Imust not forget to gas up, oh excuse me, I mean atom up my rocket before I leave. I-IMMM . . . made it to Mars in 2V2 of W of a second. Gosh, this rocket really does need servicing! Now that I am above lvlars I will switch on my radar-television set and see who dwells in this first house. I don't know who lives here, but he really needs a new coat of radium on those plastic walls! Well, I do believe that it is my ole classmate, Ted Whitchard. I hear that he is quite a well-to-do farmer. That must be Mrs. Whitchard sitting over there in that rocking chair. Well, if it isn't Virginia Chandler!! What is thatconcealed in her hair?? Yes, just as I thought, one of those instruments used in new hair-dos. I guess that I had better explain. It is one of those Atomic Patronisms that light up red, white and blue, by the aid of chemicalized peanuts, fashioned by an artist by the name of . . . who is it now?? . . . oh, yes, joy Pitman. I wonder if she is any kin to that famous writer june Pitman? Ups, there goes theambulance, and look who is driving it, Billy joe jordan and Billy Snyder. Always did figure that they would go into the undertaking business. But what are those brown bottles rattling in the back? Some bootleggers lead a happy life!! Suppose that I will go down this alley to avoid some of the traffic, I-lmmm .n . . what a tiny shack in that corner, that sign out front- Get your forging done here, see manager Ray Shierling in the rear. I wonder if it is true that he has a courtesy card at 'the jail. Ciuess that I had better slow down, there is one of those balloon state patrols. Whose familiar voice is that saying, Deposit your fines here, pIease ? Well, if it isn't Bill Toole! Praise the defenders of the law! While crossing through Mexico, century before last, I stopped for the bull-fight. It was really amazing to watch Betty jean Temples, the famous bull-fighter, kill, dress, and cook the bull all at once. Some say that she will soon star in a motion picture for the S. A. P. Studios. I-lere is a hot edition of the Mars Times fresh off the Smackographer. I-lere're the returns of the first up-in-the-air tennis game perfected by Professor I.aVon Wood. I-Iere're pictures of his muscle-bound cohorts, Tommy Crawford and john Flanagan. I-Iere's also a marriage announcement of two of my old friends, Carolyn Dunning, the famous model, and I-lomer Brinson, who is equally as famous as an engineer. I-le has at last invented the highway under the Atlantic Ocean. I heard that he sold it to that multi-millionairess, Peggy Cirubbs. Confidentially, I heard by the telegraph line, there I go, I mean the grape-graph line, that after her eleven marriages, she accumulated a little cash, plus the Atlantic Ocean. Believe that I will press the button, that will press the button, for some rain this morning. Voice: Thank you this morning for pressing the buttons for your rain this morning, We have some wonderful flavors on your skyline menu today, orange, lemon, lime, and raspberry, This is George I-lammond, this morning, bringing you your favorite quartet, drip, drop, drip, and drizzle, starring: Helen Paterson, Inez Fain, Lottie Be Phelps, and Ann Edmondson, singing for you, You Are My Sunshine. Oh, my, there's t-hat station breaking in. lt's that poor friend of mine trying to sell those automobiles. I-le is giving them away, I heaf, and Billy Hayes used to have a booming business a few centuries ago, I heard in