Deming High School - Devil Yearbook (Mount Olivet, KY)

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 As I sit alone in my seance, communing with Fortuna, the godess of fortune-telling, she bade me gaze into the mystic globe before me and there I saw revealed a group of people whose destinies have been linked with mine for the past four years. I saw them as they were ten, twenty Ot thirty years from now. Gene Browning, once voted the most popular boy in the Senior Class, has gone to Mavsville to join Anne Ross Holmes and because of his great popularity with the people in that city ne has been made the mayor of the little river town. Our most beautiful girl, Joyce Massey, now resides in the suburbs of Sardis and the names Mr. and Mrs. Wayne Poe are painted on their mail box. Owen Jones, because of his oratorical ability, has become Speaker of the House. 1 can see Roselyn Qrme standing in the nursey room of a big house in the Mountains of Oak Ridge, Tennessee, where her husband, Johnnie Renaker is now attending school. When she gets mad you would think an Atom Bomb had exploded, so Johnnie says. Logan Louderback’s Orchestra, Musical Heel-Plates, is playing in Billy Rose’s Diamond Horse Shoe in New York. Rosa Nell Cole has just beer, made assistant clerk in a yocery store at Fairvlew, Kentucky. The laziest man in the Senior Class (Elwood Linville) has decided to go to work. He has joined the Navy and is now sailing the South Seas. Mrs. Ivan Carpenter, formerly Lillian Thomas, has the honor of owning the winner of the Kentucky Derby with the famous horse Dirty Lillian. Ralph Hester has just become heir toClark's Pool Room locatedon Main Street in Mt. Olivet, Kentucky. As 1 gaze longer into the globe, I see Mrs. James T. Deming, formerly Dale McConnell, residing at her new ranch home on Wolf Run Pike. Peggy Stewart is now earning $ 150 a week as secretary to J. Edgar Hoover. Mrs. Charles Mullikin, formerly Erma Dryden, is now residing in Covington, Ky. In the big city of Cincinnati, Ohio, I see Vivian Dryden, now Mrs. Wilburn Whaley, attending to the little Whaley's. Also in Cincinnati 1 find Mis June Linville, a nurse at Christ Hospital Patsy Linville now resides in Dayton, Ohio where her husband, Wayne Owens, is employed at Frigidaire. Lt. and Mrs. Paul Hazeltime, formerly Connie Hedges, now resides in Utah. Betty Henderson is nurse to their twins. Margaret Wheeler, our missionary, has just taken a trip to the Kentucky Mountains where she will teach for two weeks. Kathryn Dryden, our good figure girl, now runs a dress-making salon in New York. Barbara Clever, a preacher’s wife, is now moving from place to place. Hilda Burns has returned to the garden spot ot the world after assisting in a revival at Unity Church of Christ by directing the singing. Connie Craig, The Brains, has been made assistant editor of the T. D. Mary Evelyn Stewart is now living in Texas in a little ranch house with some little ranchers. Joyce Craig and Phyllis Whittier are struggling to make ends meet by raising tobacco on Johnson Creek. A royal applause rang out as Anna Lee Overbey finished Chopin's Polinaise in Carnegie Hall. And as the seance grew dimmer, 1 saw in the distant years those who had been our teachers in the last years of high school Mrs. Butler is now recuperating in Lexington, on 4th Street, as a result of teaching the Senior Class English. Mr. Meacham at last has his basketball team started--Junior arrived recently. Professor Harding is now supplying Deming High with cheerleaders and assisting Meacham's basketball team. Dr. Moore is now operating a select school for girls at Athens, Ga. Governor Svinfocd recently spent the wtekend at Moore's Private Girls School in Athen's Ga. Mrs. Sandifex is busily occupied running the Robertson County Public Library. Mr. Colvin is now teaching the 3 R's at Buckhorn, Kentucky. Mr. Wood--our site, rite. fite, man is now teaching in Knight, County. Lela Wheary, our hep girl, has decided to make a career in the Waves. And, now as the vision fades away, 1 sit alone once more surrounded by a thousand memories of days cone by coupled with a thousand hopes in our world of tomorrow where I saw myself sitting in a little house located near the placid waters of the beautiful Pacific waiting for my snip to come home again.

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Class History In the early autumn of the year nineteen hundredand forty-teven. a group of thirty-one lively and energetic boy and girl made their way to the study hall when the nine o clock bell rang on their first day at Deming High School. The first person we saw on entering home-room was Mi Dorthea Case, whom we soon learned was to be our Sponsor. Our first year passed In the usual manner as we left behind the role of Green Freshman and became Silly Sophomores. in our second year, being twenty-four In number, and with Mr. Hughes as our homeroom sponsor, we found ourselves living in the Agriculture Building, popularly known as the Barn. At the close of the school term in our Sophmore year, we took a trip to Coney Island just as we had done at the end of our Freshman year. During this year we also began our routine of collecting monthly dues, eagerly anticipating the time when we as Seniors would be taking our trip of trips. Into our Junior year, beginning with an enrollment of twenty-eight and Mr. Hughes again as our sponsor, we crowded a great number of activities including a Junior and Senior Banquet, the Junior Play and another trip to Coney Island. We began our Senior year with the loss of one. This time Mr. Harding, the new Agriculture teacher, was our home-room sponsor. Besides our studying for driver education, English, history, typing, science, agriculture and sociology, we were otherwise employed in getting ads for our Annual, selling magazines, helping with tht Halloween Carnival, making plans for the Senior play and graduation and anticipating a big trip at the end of school, all of which adds up to the close of the history of the Deming High School Senior Class of 1950-51.

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r All through our first three years in high school, we looked forward to our Senior year, anticipating it as being altogether carefree and untroubled. Yet in the autumn of 1950, when we innocently began our last year at Deming, this is what we experienced: To begin with, we had to wade in mud up to our knees to get out to our home room--in the barn again, just as it has been every since we were Sophomores. Frankly, folks, we had expected to get the Science Room as our abode, but, oh. no, they herded us out to the barn --pardon me, the Agriculture Building--where all that can be heard is: How many legs does a chair have? and Who left the Coca Cola bottles in here? After we leave the barn, we wade through the mud over to the cannery where we sweep aside the tin cans before entering to find seats for ourselves and proceed to get our larnin out of a textbook instead of the promised Ponatic. The bell rings, though we don't hear it. The poor, unfortunate Agriculture boys sneak back to the barn and open up a Coca Cola and a bag of stale potato chips--and begin to eat. As soon as we gulp down one drink and nibble one potato chip, Mr. Gano T. Harding comes through the door and says, Your five minute period between classes is up, boys. Then its goodbye potato chips and drink, sack, bottle, and all. For the poor little innocents who were tricked into taking Senior Science, there is an hour of endless drudgery for their reward. As for the others, mostly gals, they trip off to the Library where Mrs. Sandifer rebukes them for so much as breathing a little extra loud. All too soon, we hit the mudtrial back to the cannery where we stumble over tin cans to get to our beat-up typewriters. Then, bless his heart, T. Ross Moore, gives his first year typist, more to do in one hour than a college student could do in two hours. After this, we go to chow. After lunch, believe you me, we go to the most horrible of all our class periods. I'll let you in on a secret, if you'll lean close. Shhhi It is History, with Fairce Woods. Here we have those old dry questions about things that happened four and five hundred years ago. Even if we could learn them what in the world could we do about what happened decades ago? Just about five minutes before the bell, he gives us about forty-five questions. When the bell does ring, he bellows out, You aren't dismissed. The last hour of our day we are tortured by being taught proper usage of the word ain't. In charge of this atrocity is Mrs. Butler. If it were not for the antics of Owen and Joyce, the class would prove to be very dull and uninteresting, which it now is to the extreme. As we look back over all these tortures, we can say: Life gets monotonous, doesn't it?