Cooleemee High School - Indian Echo Yearbook (Cooleemee, NC)

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poraneous toasts and responses were called for. After the banquet, our pockets were absolutely empty. but there must be enjoyment in school: so we hoped that bread east upon the water would return. lVe lost six more members this year, thus leaving us twenty members as Juniors. lVe also gained two new ones. so we had :A Junior Class consisting of twenty-two members. The two new ones helped, but we missed the old ones considerably. The new ones fitted in nicely after :1 while, and we wondered how we did without them before. Our members decreased slightly in the next year, but, as Seniors. we had twenty staunch members who had crossed the obstacles of high school life and were pre- paring for graduation and the commencement of life in the world of business. James Tiller became our president for 1930. The dignity required of us Was exacting. yet flattering. YVe were supposed to set an example for all the lower- classmen. How could we? At every class, we received a lecture. VVe tried to be dignified. but all to no avail. After three months of daily lectures, we became better. The memory of the training school is ineifaceably linked up with our Senior year. The Children became such a constant subject of conversation with us that the under-elassmen regarded us as specimens of The Old VVoman in the Shoe. lVe were honored by a Hallowe'en party, given by the Freshmen and Sophomores, which we enjoyed immensely. But the very best thing of all the whole year, and it is said that the best should be reserved for last, was the Junior-Senior Banquet followed by a theater party. It has been said that history records the works of the great. The Class of 1930 has tried faithfully to set a higher standard so that we may remain models for those who are to be. VVe are taking away with us the possessions rightly gained, and that we deem priceless-the happy memory of our sojourn in Cooleemee High School, and the many friends which we hope shall last forever. ELCY L. MILLER, Historian. L ' 'x 5- wy '1 I -vvrNx4f :ies ff f . U13 ffl. ' , LX! 1 V2 :IIN , 'fi' ri be-Y 1 Eh'

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X-'1 W ,.. --v. ' Yi... 5 'gm V SENIOR GLASS HHSTURY ND is came to pass that four years came and passed away, and it happened that the memory remained, for a little less than four years ago, for the first time, we came to High School as thirty-five Freshmen. A strange and unfamiliar place it was to us. Everyone laughed at us and called us green. After we had spent two or three months with these upper-classmen, they refrained from laughing at our most ridiculous mistakes, and helped us to feel at home in our new situation. The first social event in our young High School lives was a Weiner roast at the Boy Scout Camp, with our teacher, Miss Christcnhury, as a chaperon. Later in the year, the class organized. choosing Jolm Ellis Smith as our president, pink and white as our class colors, and, 'WVC Get There Just the Samef' as our motto. YVhile we were Freshmen, we won five dollars for our room, and bought a picture. The upper-classmen worked very hard for this, and, after we succeeded, they seemed to see that we were not so green. The next year, James Tiller was elected as our president, and we found that We had imperceptibly become adjusted to High School life. Although we missed our principal, we found that the new one was as good, after he became adjusted to the school and its rules. The advent of the new class was an event in our lives, we felt quite sophisticated when we saw the shyness of these newcomers. VVe forgot the quacky feeling when we stood at the blackboard facing an unfamiliar geometric figure which our rapidly diminishing fund of knowledge failed to explain, or did not mind if there were red ink on our English themes, telling us to condense. This year, we realized, upon looking back, that although our class spirit was as strong as ever, our members had dwindled considerably, we had lost eight of our Freshmen classmates, therefore, we had only twenty-six members. As Sophomores, both boys and girls attained success in basketball, and won the banner given by the coach. This year, the Freshmen and Sophomores gave the class of twenty-eight and twenty-nine a Hallowe'en party, therefore, the Freshmen be- came acquainted with the upper-classmen. After this, they were not called green quite as often. As Juniors, we were guided by a new president, Grady Milholen. Some few Junior privileges became our heritage, which made us feel that we were of some importance to the Cooleemee High School. This year we also had another weiner roast, this one on the rocks by the river- side, chaperoned by Mr. Hedinger, our room teacher. Also, we had the honor to give a Junior-Senior Banquet to the departing class, which we had learned to love. This evening was filled with merriment, as extem- ifgifklfig U03 e -Ez mi-

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,NV .r:',, nf - 1 l 1 SENIOR GLASS PROPHECY NLY three more minutes! How wonderful to know that there was such a short time left! Clang, clang! Came the loud three-thirty school bell. Slam! Bang! Books falling from the desks, dirty, restless children running from every direction, yelling and rejoicing at the top of their voices. School dismissed until the following Monday! VVhat a relief! My head was in a whirl, aching as if a giant were striking his mightiest blow upon it with a great club. I, in the midst of all the children, with their good-byes and childish caressings, was thinking of my very much enjoyed days in school-wondering what occupations or positions each of my classmates had chosen. It was very, very queer, but nothing else had seemed to enter my burdened mind that whole day. It had been sultry warm, and my throat seemed to be parched. without the aid of water, which was unavailable at the small country school in which I was teaching. I had taken no interest whatsoever in my work that day. I seemed to have lost control of my students. They, too, had been restless and forgetful of all that they had ever learned. Finally, as if in a dream. I found myself strolling through the wood, which served as a background for the school building. How I had escaped from the prison-like place, I could never say. I only knew that I wanted to be alone in thought, and could fulfill this desire only by going away from everything. On and on I walked. Farther in tl1e strange wood I went. Hours had passed, it was getting dark very fast. I felt a drop of rain splash on my forehead. Then came a terrific crash of thunder! The rain was now coming down in torrents! VVhat was I to do? Then lightning flashed freely! I started running. But what direction would I take? There was no way of defending myself from the dangerous electrical storm, which was raging like mad! In a second, I felt someone grab at me. Pitch darkness covered my eyes, by a blindfold which had been quickly wrapped around my eyes. A person started lead- ing me. We walked in the rain for at least twenty minutes, stumbling through mud, sticks, and stones. The rain stopped suddenly. The atmosphere seemed damp and cool as if under the ground. My head touched the top! I screamed! Was I being led into a cave? My companion's hand had become very cold and death-like. I thought of a thousand different things. Blood ran like ice in my veins. I was seated on a chair-like rock, and was addressed by a soothing, deep voice. , Trembling, I thought, Who can it be? What have I been brought here for P No sooner had I thought, when, without being free of the blindfold, I saw a dim light. As the minutes passed, it got very bright and clear. An object appeared! It was a man, his face seemed familiar. The next glance made me recognize him as one of my old classmates of nineteen thirty, James Tiller! He was a professional lecturer, widely known to both the North and South. As well as I remember, his lecture for the evening was entitled, Argument, E221 ss ' . -:Ea in ,fi vl xv 1 Pig, A Ss 'il ,Il will III 5 .III