Fassifern School - Sapphire Yearbook (Hendersonville, NC)

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Senior-Sophomore championship game, Sophomores win, 18-16. Seniors win Stunt Night with original skit, Sweethearts on Parade Page 'liwenty-two

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SENIOR CLASS HISTORY own Pat carried off top honors, and was crowned queen of the Carnival. Junior-Senior at Grove Park Inn, with Lewis Clayton dance following, brought our junior year to a glorious conclusion. This year Mary Polock, Mary McFadyen, and Marjorie Moore came to share with us the joy of being seniors. Two post-graduates, Norah Ellen Rucker and Harryette Jones, also joined us. We specially enjoyed taking our senior privilege of an extra movie a month, when we weren't too busy to do so. On May 4 we presented our gift to the school-two chairs and a bridge table for Senior Hall parlor. It was fun keeping sneak day a secret until the last minute. We certainly did enjoy all the parties the various classes gave us at the end of the year, and let us mention very particularly the wonder- ful Junior-Senior banquet and dance on May 17. The second of June finally came, and the day for which we had been working for twelve years. We found, however, that it was not all gladness then. As the daisy chain formed the figures, 41,1 We watched the door close forever on our high school days. MARJORIE MooRE. Page Twenty-one

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SENIOR CLASS PROPI-IECY While I was making my way down the street of a prosperous city of 1950, I ran smack into a noisy census taker, who turned out to be old gossip-monger Warner. She told me to jump into her sixteen-cylinder puddle-jumper, and to accompany her on her blood- hound assignment. While on the way to the municipal hospital, she confided in me that she had taken time out between trips to Holly- wood to offer her services to the government. On arriving at the door of the hospital, we were met by the charming receptionist, Bettye Perkins. Just as we were getting around to the questions which interest the government, Sissy Smith came rushing in to find out what could be the matter with a patient whose blood pressure went up every time she winked at him. We next went to the dietetics department. There we found Marjorie Moore, the dietitian, bossing nurses and cooks around in a very professional way. She informed us, however, that she was leaving next month to marry a professor in an orphanage. Well, the poor children will be well fed, anyway. Just as we were starting out of the door we met Dr. McFadyen. She had recently arrived from China, but she told us that she intended to stay in the U.S.A. for a good while. Our next visit was to a charming little house on the outskirts of town. We discovered that the lady of the house was Betty Bryan- we don't have to tell you the last name. While we were there, the postman brought a letter from Nancy Lowry. Nancy is singing opera at the Metropolitan at the present. She wrote that she was taking a tour this winter with Estelle Borjes as her accompanist. Next we went to an exclusive beauty salon, owned and operated by Dot Copeland. Under the drier we found Antoinette Robinson, Page Twentydhree