Brookhaven High School - Ole Brook Yearbook (Brookhaven, MS)

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'N' 3 i 'fy MRS. J. A. TRAVIS, JR. MISS JUANITA DURR MISS MAMIE MARTIN EngIish American Government Adviser Junior High Social Science -IJ MR. HARTWELL MCPHAIL MR. CHARLES ARMSTRONG MR. EDDIE MELTON Coach - Junior High Science Asst. Coach - Physical Education Band MRS. R. S. PURSER MR. ALFRED TELLINGHUISEN MISS DOROTHY MIDDLETON Expression Chorus Music Not Pictured: Mrs. J. D. Johnson, Jr., Librariang Mrs. Burt McNair, Junior High Englishg Mrs. J. Philip Panzica, Mathematicsg Miss Oneita Nutt, Sixth Gradeg Miss Ada Williams, Sixth Grade: Mrs. R. L. Lambright, Sixth Grade.

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1' -t 1--:wnsve-viii?-xv -. 671144 Maier? THE REVERIES lt seems like a long time ago when we, the 49'ers, first started digging. lt must have been the first day of school when we were ushered into the rooms of Miss Bee, Miss Magee, and Miss Stewart. We were seated around tables where we spent most of our time coloring and cutting out pic- tures and the rest, learning how to read out of our paper-backed primers and to print a few words. The next year we were promoted to the second grade. We felt quite at home and very grown up because, now, we each had a desk of our very own. Our teachers, Miss Cranberry, Miss Graham, and Miss Brennan, did their best to teach us how to add and subtract. We always looked forward to the day when we had our music lesson with Mrs. Powers. Some of us even got a small part in a few of her charming operettas. ln the third grade we learned how to multiply under the direction of Miss Daniels, Miss Ruth Jones, and Miss Priebatsch. This was the turning point in our grammar school days - for the first time we were privileged to have homework. How grown-up we felt as we carried our books home every day! Also, this was the year our little red school house was torn down, and we had our school at the Methodist Church. Most of us would go over to the Y-Hut every day at recess and get a chocolate milk and one of Mrs. Cohen's delicious chicken salad sandwiches. How thrilled we were when we were promoted to the fourth grade! We had heard so much about the wonderful exhibits that Miss Wallace's, Mrs. Smith's, and Miss Harris's classes put on. Our teachers tried gallantly to teach us to divide and even succeeded with a few of us. This was the year of the big snow. We even had holidays so we could throw snowballs to our heart's content. The only catch was that we had to make it up on Saturdays. Wasn't the fifth grade wonderful? We moved into our brand new schoolhouse and found it was more beau- tiful than we had ever dreamed it would be. Our teach- ers, Miss Namie, Miss Newman, and Miss Blue, pounded geography through our skulls. The beginning of World War ll made us very patriotic and we bought war stamps each week. The school put on a colossal May Fete, and we got out every afternoon to go over to the football field and practice. Each boy was a Robin Hood and his partner, a lady fair. Didn't the boys look won- derful in their long cotton underwear dyed green and their cute little green caps? Then, at last, we were promoted to the sixth grade. By then we knew everything or, at least, we thought so. We looked down our noses at the other classes for we had three teachers and were allowed to change classes. Miss Nutt taught us all about the evil effects of alcohol. She also encouraged us to go to the dentist. We were all very proud of our dental certificates which she pinned on the bulletin board. Miss Burt drilled us in arithmetic and Miss Pitchford taught us geography OF A PROSPECTOR until she moved, and then, Mrs. King took her place. We learned how to write the Palmer Method way and did push-pulls and ovals until our muscles ached. Some of us got Palmer Method Writing Pins which we pinned proudly on our collars. ln the seventh grade we felt very shy and out of place at first. ,Everybody at high school seemed so big, and school had gotten so hard all of a sudden. Although Miss Smith frightened us rather badly at first, we soon found her quite lovable. Before long, she had us taught everything there was to know about the parts of speech and the conjugation of verbs. Miss Davis showed us how little we knew about arithmetic, and Mrs. McNair taught us all about how De Soto discovered the Mississippi River. And now, at last, we met Miss Mamie of whom we had heard so much. We all fell in love with her right away, and literature was a class we looked forward to. We laughed at Coach Therrill's jokes and learned first aid from him. The most fun of all was when we went to the gym and gave each other artificial respiration. ln the eighth grade we now felt like a part of the school. The spirit was high this year for our football team turned out to be The Lion's Bowl Champs, and by the end of the year our school had won the big cup. lf Miss Davis, Miss Mamie, Mrs. Seavey, Miss Daily, and Mrs. Malvaney hadn't worked so hard, l doubt if we would have learned anything. And then, the dreaded rat day arrived. We were freshmen, and we had to suffer for it. l'Il never forget how the girls had to plait their hair in twenty-seven pigtails. We all pretended that we hated it, but truth- fully, we had a lot of fun. As sophomores, we struggled through biologypgeo- metry, Latin ll, home ec. ll, history, and English. We were looking forward to persecuting the lowly fresh? men, but, alas, a new rule had been passed which for- bade this. The next year we were surprised to find that we had already become juniors. This year a handbook was issued and the horrible detention room, with which most of us are familiar, was formed. We slaved to make the Junior- Senior Banquet a success, and we'll have to admit it was. And now, just all of a sudden, we find that we've almost completed our digging - our school days are drawing to a close, and we find that this, our last year, has been the most wonderful of all. The Ole Brook, the senior parties, the senior play, the County-Senior Party, the class picnic, the Rumpus Room, and, last of all, graduation, have brought a glorious end to our adventure. As we go on to brighter and bigger gold mines to seek our fortunes, we leave Brookhaven High with more than a passing sigh. To every one who made our fortune possible - our parents, our teachers, our friends - we say, May you find your pot of gold at the end of the rainbow as we have! ,,, ' g 9 5'