Dobson High School - Dobsonian Yearbook (Dobson, NC)

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Here ' s a boy who was just too shy to allow us to use his picture. Indeed he was always hiding from Miss Free¬ man. One would never know he was around. It was only by accident it was discov¬ ered that he has a fine mi¬ nd and that with little st¬ udy he could surpass many of us who struggled land and hard.In spite of his quick temper he is likeable and he was voted best sport in the class I Has a pleasing smile and an agreeable personality. She is one of the most conscien¬ tious students and struggled to keep our room from being : so cluttered! Katis is pop¬ lar with the teachers and has many friends.She loves read¬ ing. Plans to become a arse She would be a welcome atter.- in a sickroom with her soft voice and gentle manner. Doris Copeland Imogene Snow President of the class was The one with the red curls voted the most likely to is the smallest and cutest, succeed. She has many tal- She is a fine student and ents. Her favorite pastime has no trouble making tpba ' is reading while listening mind about one thing and a- to classical music. Doris nother.She plans to go to is one of the best s tudentscollege and, although, she in the class -- especially considered W. C. has settled in English and French. Al- for Appalachian this fall, though she doesn ' t seem to She is capable and her rec- study more than others she ord there should be out- gets there. Good Luck! standing. Monette Draughn Mabel White Every body likes Whitey — even the teachers- despite her rumored high temper!- With her blond hair, very fair complexion not to lea¬ ve out her lively blue eyes, we wish we could give you her picture. She ' s outspo¬ ken, hating deceit in any form. Her ambitions are numerous-to be a farmerette a private secretary, house¬ wife. Monette helped win a lot of games on the basket¬ ball court as guard. Mabel was voted the bigge¬ st flirt but those who know her say it is just friendliness. She is warm hearted, she likes people. Inclined to speak her nind { when her black eyes flash,r she means it! Says her mat ma won ' t let her loafIShe ! plans to be a beautician. Her numerous friends wish j her the best of luck. Katie Mary Hutchins Known as Red on account of her gorgeous hair, prefers action to meditation. She ' s a wicked guard to come up a- gainst on the basketball co¬ urt and can truthfully boast that few goals get past her. Of a happy nature, enjoying life,she prefers school sub¬ jects that involve doing in¬ stead of sitting. Her idea of heaven is to idly sit on a river bank and fish. She too p Ians to become a beautician

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CLASS HISTORY OF 48 On the fourteenth of September, nineteen hundred and forty-four a scared bunch of freshmen entered high school. It was learned early that boys and girls in this group could not abide one another so the boys were turned over to Mr.White and the girls entrusted to the care of Mrs. Robert Freeman. We were in awe of the seniors and wondered whether we would ever reach that goal — Seniorhood! Some never at¬ tained that height, many fell by the way—some to matrimony, some to other schools and some just fell out: Our sophomore year was uneventful except that we were intro¬ duced to Julius Caesar. That was the first we ever heard of the Ides of March. In our junior year, we sold magazine subscriptions to raise money for the junior senior banquet. What a thrill it was to wear evening clothes, and to see our friends and classmates all dressed up! We hardly recognized some of us —no bobby soxers, no tieless hommes. Our president Tarz Bolich served as toastmaster with the aplomb of one of great experience. Doris Copeland distinguished herself in her speech of welcome to the faculty and school board. That was the year also of our eventful picnic to Fairystone Park in Virginia. Will we ever forget flat tires and broken windshields? Hey, boys, pies were made to be eaten! The year closed with us looking forward to our new building. It seemed as though we ' d never get in that new building. Meanwhile we just waited until we despaired of ever moving. Our theme song, it seemed, became feud¬ ing, fussing and fighting. In desperation, our president, Doris Copeland was heard muttering Class-Meeting! I hope 1 NEVER HEAR THE WORD AGAIN. We were thirty-one individualists. It was just like the Russians and the rest of the world. There was no agreement. Perhaps our own unsettled state was a reflection of that larger unrest through-out the world. It will in future years be laid to world conditions and not to our own incompatibility for we were the first class to graduate that had not had its ranks depleted by War. At length we settled in our beautiful new building, but we were up in arms again over the senior play. It was especially important to us as this was to be the first full time commencement since 194l — the start of the war for America. (Don ' t for¬ get that Christmas party at the Woman ' s Club — Some of us had a lot of fun) It was voted by the class to make a gift of the stage setting to the school. Our banquet in a regular hotel —with no headaches of preparation— was wonder¬ fully thrilling experience for us and a fitting prelude to the walk down that aisle -- not to the altar -- but to something more important to many of us right then — for that elusive sheepskin. • -f ■ ... ! j»i irrin ai hm m m