Chapel Hill High School - Hill Life Yearbook (Chapel Hill, NC)

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Class Poem The bells are ringing, the whistles have blown, The ships are riding high. Now we rniist board whiche'er we choose And sail to the rim of the shy. Help its to choose, O Father in Heaven, The ship with the straightest keel,- The one with the stoiitest timber and iron, And heaviest hand on the wheel. Through the tropical wind and the arctic sleet, In blinding flash and rain, Past straits and reefs where others were wrecked We'll bring her safe again. Teachers and friends, good people on shore: Fear not for as as we part. From you we ve learned to guide our ship With a stern and obedient heart. J oYcE FERGUSON Class Poet 1 ,. :S Rage Nineteen

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Class History Yep, that's us-the Senior Class of 1946. Smallest graduating class in the history of the High School fwe thinkl and also the most misunderstood. We've really had our troubles, but hasn't it all been fun! We started off in the fall of forty-one on the third floor of the Element- ary School. Those of us who had skipped the newly-added eighth grade and others who had filtered in made up our class. Ardie Hamilton was our Freshman Class President. And how could we forget marching single file to classg Mrs. Bentz teaching first aid, and Mrs. Plemmons stating, Mathe- maticians have agreed . . . The next year we were promoted to the Sophomore Class and to the Baptist Church. Several weeks later, however, we were told, Pick up your desks and pass out quietly. This accomplished, we were soon settled in the Cone House-in the kitchen-chemistry room now. That was the year we had algebra in the master bedroom, also the year we had at least six different English teachers. Winifred Thompson was Class President, and we gave a Sophomore dance at the Legion Hut. Our Junior year found us in Room 23, back in the Elementary School-- this time in the basement-and under the wing of Miss Anderson. With her guidance and the leadership of Houston Teague, Class President, we went to work and sold more magazine subscriptions than any Junior Class before us. Also, for the first time in a number of years, Class Rings were ordered during the Junior year. Plans for the Junior-Senior banquet were made and kept very secret. The Seniors sadly thought that our plans in- cluded a hayride and wiener roast. In reality the Junior-Senior was a din- ner-dance at the Graham Memorial. The Seniors were foiled again when we declared an I Don't Speak to Seniors! Day. The Juniors split two' basketball games with the Seniors, our boys winning the second. Junior Marshals were chosen by the Senior Class, nevertheless, and relations were friendly between the two Classes at graduation. Well, it was a hard fight, but we won. We finally were Seniors. We were stationed in Ditmars' Dope Factory next to the cafeteria and our home-room teacher, Mrs. Ditmars, as well as most of the rest of the teach- ing staff, was new to us. But, with the help of Mr. Davis, many things were done during our last year of CHHS. The much-discussed Athletic Association was put into effect and officers were elected by the members. Extra-curricular clubs were organized with teachers as sponsors. Senior Sponsors were elected by each class. Drinks and food were sold at basket- ball games by the Seniors. And a formal Senior dance was held. And so, after four years of higher learning, we graduate. We leave behind us an outstanding record . . . outstanding in many ways. While we weren't necessarily the best that comes in the little package, we were the surprise that's hidden in the great, big one. Page Twenty LCQC1-K 4 ,AJ