Donelson High School - Crest Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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MW As a freslnnan class sixty-nine of us marched on the campus of Donelson High School in September, 1941. M'e gazed about with a feeling of gratitude, for we realized that we were treading the grounds of the best school of its kind. ive were an unu- sually bright group: so there were not many re- marks about green freshmen. Being a large class, we were divided, Miss Hamhlen sponsoring one group and Miss Stroud the other. That year we elected Mary Katherine Hooberry as our president. Bettye Sue Cloyd and Tommy Ward were cheer- leaders. One thing saddened us during our first year. WVe gathered in the auditorium on December 8, 1941, to hear that our nation had entered Xvorld YVar lI. Since then our class has lost many of its members to the Armed Forces. Summer flew by, and we again gathered at D. H. S. to he classified as sophomores, a little older per- haps, but the seniors said just a brighter shade of green. This year only forty-four came back to grace the halls of learning. Dickie Fifield was elected president, while Bettye Sue Cloyd and Ben Krise were our cheerleaders. Miss Hamblen, who was our sponsor for the Hrst half of the year, left us to get her MRS degree, and Mrs. Swift kindly took over to see us through the rest of the year. The fall of 1943 found thirty-seven students launching into their junior year at the school on the hill. By this time many of our number were taking their places in the ranks of those serving our country. They have delayed their own educa- tion so that we, who are still here at Donelson, may have the opportunities that they are denying themselves. The junior class elected Miles Ezell, lr.. president. Our cheerleaders were Geraldine Rader and Bettye Sue Cloyd. Outstanding events of the year were the junior-senior party and the play, A Connecticut Yankee at King Arthur's Court, in which many of both the junior and senior classes took part. The juniors were also called upon to assist in the graduation exercises, which gave us a slight forecast of what to expect the following year. Thirty-six brave. industrious, loyal seniors struga gled to the final stages of secondary education. Of this group, only nine of our boys remain, and the girls, who far outnumber them, are holding their breath these last five weeks in the hope that we will not be the Hrst all-girl class ever to graduate from D. H. S. WVe again elected Miles Ezell, jr.. as our president. Florene Ward, Eva Robertson, Geraldine Rader, Margaret Ann Adsmond, and Bettye Sue Cloyd are the senior cheerleaders. We felt honored to have two of our girls, Bettye Cloytl and Geraldine Rader, elected All-City in basketball this season. As we near the close of the final chapter, we can- not begin to tell you the love we have for Donelson High and for each other. Remembering some of the best days of our life here, we leave with high ideals and much ambition, prepared for whatever the future may hold. Though we may be scat- tered to the four winds of the earth, we shall ever be a beloved group in memory and hope in our hearts to meet again. LESLIE ANNE DABBS, Class Historian

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CLASS 0 As I sit alone and ponder oxer the past and present of the class of '45, it stirs a magical wonder of my imagination. So full of nragic is this power that I find myself in a daze, arousing finally into the world of 1955. May 28, 1955, the date of our longed-for reunion. Because of its being our old home town, we decided to disregard the fact that Donelson is the most crowded metropolis in the world and go on and have our reunion. The only two now left in the home town are Ruth Peek, who has made Donelson the center of the world with her spectacular drug store, and Bettye Cloyd, now the famous coach of the world champs, the Donelson Dons. Hollywood still happens to be the center of the silver screen, and there we find Vicki Laine, alias Leslie Anne Dabbs, a famous Wright's beauty, who is now making a picture with our Tom Ward, the romantic flyer, who has American, European, and Australian women clamoring for a glimpse of him. Incidentally, that Wright is notre other than john Wright, who now makes a profession out of find- irrg beautiful women! At Berry Field, stepping off the China Clipper, is Hollie Sharpe, who left Mrs. Roosevelt stranded in China without her right-hand secretary. With him are May Bell Davis and Otelia Henley, who are secretaries to thc Secretary of State and the Secretary of the Treasury, respectively. But wait! Who is the Secretary of the Treasury, who steps into a volley of flash bulbs? It is none other than Margaret Ann Adsmond, the first woman to hold that important office. fStill handling money, I see.j I looked up just in time to see jo Ann Criswell's private plane, which she pilots herself, come in for a beautiful landing. jo is the golden-haired, gold- en-voiced star of Universal Opera, a world traveling opera company, taking the place of Metropolitan. Accompanying her is Dot Bradley, her publicity agent, who in private life is the wife of the famous comedian, Harold Wlright. I met the old-fashioned steamboat that comes up the Mississippi into the Cumberland from South America at Pier 25, where Mr. and Mrs. Miles Ezell, jr., have just arrived. She is the former Geraldine Rader fsurpriselj, who has helped Miles tremendously in his dairy business in the rich bot- tom lands of Buenos Aires. Joy Flowers and Kay Gragg, both married now, have come to the reunion without their husbands because they weren't members of the class of '45. Both have done quite well with their singing both in radio and in television, but devote most of their time to their homes. Billy Charlton and Elmer Brewer, I learned, have formed a partnership, building modern glass homes. on which they have made a small fortune. Corning in from Australia is Arinva Cross. who, disgusted with men after all these years, is running a dude ranch for divorcees. With her are Florerre Ward and Frances Coville, who, with their hus- bands. run a sheep ranch that furnishes raw ma- terial for Sam Rehorn's factory, Wooly Goods, Inc. Along with Sam comes Margaret Hawkins. his famous designer, who actually works now. At the Union Station in Donelson, I, along with four bands and the city council, headed by Herbert Miller, who is the mayor of near-by Hermitage, came to meet the two returning heroes of the Hermitage Hermits pro football team, Aaron Hood and Leon Creech, who are world All-Stars. With them are Eva Robertson and jean Martin, their wives, and also the head coaches of the team. Olyne Waddell is manager of the Modern Plaza. a famous hotel in Paris, France. She came over on the Atlantic Steamer with Mattie jo Stout, who is a missionary in Egypt. Jewell Hust, who now with her husband makes her borne in South Russia on one of the largest poultry ranches in the world. canre along too. Kent Stockell. world-renowned poet. who is now making a tour of the world, carne in at the last rninrrte on the Flash Flagship, which makes the trip around the world in forty-six hours, Its de- signer is also on board, and who would it be but that master mechanic, Lyle XVatsonl Everybody is here now, and the party is a rare one. YVe . . . whishl!! Oh. what a daze! And I forgot to mention me, brit l'll probably still he trying to find a way to Mars in a hurry, don't you guess? JANE ANNE CULLUM. Class Propllcl t- ,i I. ,pf g? X -. ..-ill-..