Cary High School - YRAC Yearbook (Cary, NC)

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Class History It was the third day of September. 1950—the day we. as Freshmen, began try-outs for the team. This year we set a record number of one hundred six. We were eager and hopeful as we entered the stadium, although we felt that we were not as well qualified as many others. Soon our feeling of humbleness disappeared and we felt a part of this team. Each day we became better acquainted with the members and with our coach. Mr. Cooper. Our managers. Miss Fishel. Mr. Dunham, and Mr. Burt, were always prepared to help us. We were only waterboys this year, but we proved ourselves very dependable, knowing that we were a vital part of the team. Training seemed less difficult our second year, perhaps because we were better adjusted to teamlife. We hustled more, knowing that our reward would be a uniform. Mrs. Mitchell. Mr. Brown, and Mr. Burt, our managers, took care of us and kept us in good condition. Most of this year was spent warming the bench, although some of us played in several games. Our third year was a truly wonderful one for us all. and our managers. Mrs. Mitchell and Mrs. Smith, did much to make it special for us. Under the leadership of Mr. Cooper, our loyal coach, we played in almost every game, gaining valuable experience. Some of the former members of the team were missing this year, but members of other teams joined us. Gordon Banks. L. I). Warner. Janet Finch. Harry Ingold, and Henry Morgan were the co-captains we elected to direct our plays. Our first important game—one in which we were most outstanding—was our Junior Play. Belles in IT ailing. Many of us made pro- grams. decorated, or played in this game. As the season progressed, the entire squad spent many practices drilling in preparation for another eventful game, the Junior-Senior Banquet. We were pleased to see that we had played these games well, and helped to make them ones that would be long remembered. We began our final year with heads held high and confident hearts. This was the year that we would star! The coach placed us in the starting lineup for every game. This end- less exertion was hard at times, but our managers. Mrs. Boone and Mrs. Marley. gave us needed encouragement and inspiration. The co-captains chosen to lead us were Gordon Banks. Jane Maynard. Pat Watson. L. D. Warner, and Henry Morgan. One of our major games this season was our Senior Play. Numerous plays were memorized and tedious ex- ercises taken in preparation for this game. We also wrote and produced a score book. The Yrac, for filing the records of our games. The season has grown shorter and shorter, until now we enter again this familiar stadi- um for our final game. An announcer is calling names distinctly over the loudspeaker as our whole team, seventy-five strong, proudly accepts its trophies. Now we turn to our dear teammates, who. too. seem a bit overshadowed with memories and sentiments. We feel afraid to face those crowds leaving the bleachers and sorry that we must part from our loving managers, coach, and teammates, with whom we have played our last game. Last game? Through running laps? No. this is not our last game, for now we join a larger team. Our games will be more arduous, our combatants harder to tackle. No. our battles are not over—they have just begun: Seniors, now we meet another foe— A world which holds new goals, joys, tears. Our triumphs, failures, our sorrow and woe: These are our games in future years.