Buchanan High School - Yellow Jacket Yearbook (Buchanan, GA)

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LAST WILL and TESTAMENT of the SENIOR CLASS of 54” We. the Senior Class, realizing we must soon leave the halls of B.H.S. do hereby will to the Ju- niors, the following-- Jeannine Armstrong leaves to Barbara McKibben her microphone technique--all her radio script to Babs. Hope you can use them. Frances Griffin leaves to Joan Garner her big mouth, don't use it in class, just on the football field, cheerleading, also the secret of letter writing. Vila Pope leaves Billy Baxter her beloved French book, because his is worn out from constant use. Shirley Brown leaves Shirley Pritchard her ability to talk in Miss Head's class without being caught, no worry, she never talks anyway. Billy Hackney leaves Grady Abney his height and ability to fly. Marvin Hammond leaves Bobby Walker his luck at winning in penny-poker. Gerald Willis leaves Jackie Pope his ability to sing, far as he knows she needs it. Billy Joe Skidmore leaves Johnny Edwards his 8 point per game average in Basketball this year, keep the spirit up. Johnny you will soon learn. Bonnie Holcombe leaves her sister, Charlotte her ability to lay out of Mr. Goldin's Health class, especially on test days, keep up the good name, Charlotte. Lynn Dennis leaves Lowell Ayers his ability to control Mrs. Goldin's temper. Mike Mullins leaves Charles McClung his ability to play football and hisaverage of A , as he never had one. Wallace Shaw leaves Larry Murphy his ability to skip Mrs. Driver's Business English Class. Ed Tanner leaves Hoyt Worthy his singing ability and his job as football manager, also his half interest in the pool room. Jimmy Davenport leaves Billy Payton his ability to flirt with all the Senior girls. Bobby Gentry leaves J.F. Brown a pack of his favorite cigarettes, Old Gold. John Payton leaves Shirley Tillman all he can get along without, sorry Shirley you are out of luck. Waylon Goldin leaves Ted Cash his luck at getting Peggy Tillman cause he almost has her anyway. Larry McKibben leaves Dwain Blackman his good luck at thumbing, hope you catch as many rides as Larry has. Jimmy Singleton leaves Sylvia, his sister, the green Chevrolet, maybe Bonnie willget rich and buy him a new one. here's hoping. Roger Chandler leaves Gloria Wise his ability to speak like the rest of the kids at B. H. S. she is learning fast, she stays around with the Cheerleaders. Bobby Hudgins leaves Jimmie Lou Anderson his ability to make good excuses to stay out of Book- keeping. Pank Adams leaves Jerry Hackney his love for the Freshman girls, wonder why Jerry is so interested? Annette Johnson leaves Ann Addison the song, Rags to Riches, hoping she will stay quiet long enough to listen to it. Gwenelle McWhorter leaves Betty Kiser her quiet lady like manners. Bobbie Sue Hagan leaves Shirley Morris her love for anything that wears pants. Shirley Carroll leaves Doris Rutledge her government book, hoping she won't need it. Myra McAfee leaves Bessie Vines her dancing ability, keep your mind off your feet, Bessie. Donald Spearman leaves Russell Green his good luck at opossum hunting. Thelma Gable leaves Melba Bradley her Shorthand Book. Make good use of it!

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BILLY JO SKIDMORE The price of wisdom is ab- ove rubies. Beta Club 3.4; Basketball 1, 2,3,4; Annual Staff; Senior Superlative DONALD SPEARMAN Conversation always seems to tire me. FFA 1,2.3.4; Football 4 GERALD WILLIS His only concern with his work was considering how to avoid it. FFA 1.2.3.4; Football 2.3, 4; Basketball 2,3,4 WALLACE SHAW What is true in a man's he- art will be shown In his out- ward appearance. Annual Staff; Basketball 3; Senior Superlative; FFA 1. 2 ED TANNER I would rather be remem- bered by a song than by a victory. (Transfer '52) Senior Superlative; Football 3. 4; Basketball 3, 4; Class Treasurer 4 SENIOR CLASS SONG When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high And don't be afraid of the dark; At the end of the storm is a golden sky And the sweet silver song of the lark. Walk on through the wind, walk on through the rain, Tho' your dreams be tossed and blown, Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart, And you'll never walk alone. You'll never walk alone!

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CLASS HISTORY What a pity that youth is wasted on young people some person once remarked. Maybe those people with, silvery strands in their hair (undoubtedly caused by some of the younger generation we’re told) could make their lives more rewarding if they were to go back to the happy point in life termed youth”, but to our class of '54-youth has not been wasted-it's been a wonderful phase of living- pack- ed to the brim” with so many cherished memories-consisting of so many happy experiences, some of which were not quite so happy, such as the day we came upon a bitter foe-algebra. But to prove our favorite theory that one should always be happy and that a story should end the same way, we finally made the grade.” Taking a long glance down memory lane, we picture a shy group of high school Freshmen wander- ing through the halls of B. H. S. Now, we recall that we were not unlike a flock of birds trying our wings for the first time-and finding that those wings needed to grow stronger before we went very far- to us this meant the painful adjustments that Freshmen usually make. Feelipg closer to dignity, we became Sophomores. This probably stemmed from the fact that we were a step nearer to becoming a senior. That year our boys became some of the best players on the football and basketball teams. Our Christmas party was a wonderful success. Complete with a square dance and square dance caller. As the summer of 1952 merged into autumn, we stepped into the rank of Junior class. We remem- ber that as one of the happiest years of our high school career. The Junior Play. A Pair Of Country Kids” was a hit and a great amount of credit for that was due our director. Mrs. Braley. Our big pro- ject in the Junior year was the Junior and Senior Banquet. The unique theme was Southern Hospitality which was carried out beautifully in the decorations and dress. We supplied the traditional southern hospitality and-southern drawl. Toward the end of the year we selected our class rings-always a mem- orable event. 1953, our last year in high school finally arrived, bringing with it a certain amount of disillusion- ment--being a senior isn't quite so happy as one imagines--there is the problem of college, a career and leaving life-long friends. Then the hectic round of activities that the seniors confront--such as the senior play, parties, selection of invitations and all the last minute preparations before the senior year ends. Class Destination? That question can only be answered by that dim figure called future, but the a mount of success we attain does depend upon individuals. Each of us will go our separate ways. Some of us to college, others will be seen in the various branches of the armed forces. Of course, there will be a majority (or minority) who will walk down the aisle and vast number will begin their careers after graduation. Words are futile when they are used to express four years of laughter, sorrows, and the great ex- perience of sharing and living with people. There is a mutually shared feeling among the rttembers of our class that will live on through the passing years. No matter which course in life we may choose, the worthwhile advice of a well-known author could well be used--”MAKE THE WORLD A BRIGHTER PLACE BECAUSE YOU HAVE LIVED HERE. Those words will be a wonderful beginning for our life story--Let's add the remaining chapter throughout the coming years--Bon Voyage. Gang!