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

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Can You Imagine STUDENTS Connie Craig not studying. L ela Wheary not thinking about Harry. Roselyn Orme not talking about Oak Ridge, Tenn. Patsy not mad at Wayne. Joyce not biting her finger nails. Liillian not having more than two boy friends. Rosa Nell staying at home one night. Betty Henderson with long hair. Margaret Wheeler getting caught up on all her typing. Anna Lee not talking. Erma Dryden not fussing about something. Kathryn Dryden not being neat. June Linville with make-up on. Mary Evelyn Stewart being noisy. Peggy Stewart not smiling. Owen not playing Chopsticks'.1 Tooty Linville shaved and without a burr haircut. Logan not having heel-plates. Juicey Craig studying. Ralph Hester not having a good time. Gene Browning with his hair neat. Dale without Jimmie. Vivian Dryden Whaley without her sharp tongue. Barbara Cleaver having blue eyes. Connie Hedges not being teased about Paul. Hilda not talking to Wayne between classes. Lelia Rose without Foster on a week-end. TEACHERS Mr. Meacham not being discussed at his Senior Science Class. Mr. Woods being six feet tall. Mrs. Sandifer without bangs. Miss Swinford dressed other than with a suit on. Mr. Moore not carrying coffee to school for TWO. Mrs. Bulter not fussing at the Seniors. (Oh! wonder what's going to happen to her!) Mr. Harding skying an unkind word. 18

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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?

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Juniors CLASS OFFICERS President.................Eddie ChLoe Moran Vice President.........................Judy Linville Secretary....................Mary Lou Jones Reporter...................Mary Lois Burns Treasurer.............................Bobby McDowell Sergeant-at-arms................James A. Poe