Dalton High School - Freeman Yearbook (Dalton, KY)

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Grumbler Oh me, I got tired of this old school, this pitiful, pitiful old school. There is something wrong with everything in this school. In the first place I don’t see why we had to change buildings. The old place was so cold that we couldn’t have lessons and the new building is so cozy we haven’t any excuse, so we had to study some at least. The next thing is the teachers. They’ve all been in college and come away supposedly educated, but we still have to answer the questions they don’t know. Imagine Mr. Richard's not letting us write our names on the clean white walls. Mrs. Utterback wouldn’t let us come out of the study hall once we'd been in. Mrs. Wyatt got the biggest old frown on her face if we don’t sit hunched over the old typewriter, beating our brains out, all period. Mr. Dever is quite a character, in history he talked like he knew George Washington and all the other big bugs of early history, he is either older than I think he is or a nitwit. Those cooks would be nice if they would cook. For instance they bake the ice cream and serve the old potaties and beans cold. That’s how everything j;oes too. I don't know whether they’re crazy or not, but here is what I hear them say about tea, you boil it to make it hot, put ice in it to make it cold; sugar it to make it sweet and lemon in it to make it sour. See what I mean. By- Sue Bandy 13

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Prophecy Chicago, Illinois May 28, 1961 Dear Diary, It has been eleven months since I made my last entry in my diary. Since then I have made a trip to Chicago to nurse my sick aunt, as I am the only first class nurse in my family. When I got on the plane I was very much surprised to see that the pilot was Dalton's own Wayne Jones. He told me he had been in a contest, which proved him to be the fastest flier in the world. I was very pleased to get a letter from one of my classmates, the former Sue Bandy, asking me to visit her while I was there. I did, and it seems she and Ramon Burnett are doing fine. They own the largest hotel in Chicago. When I arrived in Madisonville, they informed me of an Alumni Banquet being held at Dalton. I attended the banquet and got to see Anna Lois Hart, she is still riding around in that certain five passenger coupe. Another one of my classmates I saw was James Harris, he and Betty are married. They live in Dalton. James told me Raymond Martin was playing basketball for the Philadelphia Warriors. I saw Dot Neisz. She is now married and living at Providence on Baptist Hill. Dot told me Francis Adkins could not attend the banquet. She finally got that blond headed guy from Kirkwood Springs, and is busy taking care of those darling children of hers. Dot also told me H. B. Ashley was living in Evansville and owns three department stores. I saw Raymond Edmiston. He is doing fine. He is married, has a large bank account, and three children. By- Dorothy Hardwick 12

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We’re Leaving Nozv One bright autumn day When the leaves were turning brown The present day Seniors were Dalton bound But we’re leaving now. We’ve gone four years To the school of our heart It’s going to be hard for us to part But we’re leaving now. We’re proud of Dalton Hi We’re proud in every way Our pride is too many words to say So we’re leaving now. We’ve gone through Dalton Hi We graduate in May So now we’ll say good-bye to our dismay We’re leaving now. Wayne Jones 14