Florence High School - Eagle Yearbook (Florence, MS)

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Billie Walton Why tell the truth? No- body's going to believe anyway. Elsie Wansley A merry heart goes all the day. A sad tires in a while. Amelia Whitfield Neither here nor thereg al ways everywhere. Wanda Jean Whittington She is worth her weight in gold. ',,,V'!'-xhsi, tn 'uf' Q l'wy SENIORS john Walton Never trouble trouble, till trouble troubles you. joan Webb Wise looking, but perfect- ly harmless. Mary Ann Whitfield Here today, and gone to- I'IlOI'I'0W. K

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Mary Ethel Renno She doeth well who doeth her best. Bobbie Nell Scarbrough Tongues may come, and tongues may go, but Bobbie Nell's goes on for- ever. Nolan Sims Never- hurry, never care, always good-humored, sure to get there. Jeanette Thomas Sincerity and truthfulness. all a ap 'envy sr' 4 1 W lv AS- I SENIORS Helen Runnels The eyes have it. Jeanette Sheffield A sweet personality, a gen- teel smile, just her way, not a style. Faye Stuckey Unpredictable, unexplain- able! L'Meree Tucker By her excessive laughter you shall know her.

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CLASS HISTORY Twelve years ago we, the famous digf1it2fiC5 Qas of nowj approached the old Alma Mater with a disdainful eye, and a somewhat faltering step. At that time we didn't realize that we were to be one of the largest graduating classes of Florence High School. As we struggled through grammar school, we were joined by a few students, some temporary classmates, but some who remained to graduate with us. As we look back through the long memory filled years, we catch glimpses of school days, programs, parties, playmates and teachers, who some how managed to be patient with us. When we achieved our position as ninth graders, we were joined by many girls and boys from Plain and Clear Branch. At that time we were the largest class in school. In the tenth grade as sophisticated sophomores, the girls remember the excited moments while serving at the junior-Senior Banquet, dressed as Hawaiian girls. The boys will never forget trying to organize a football team, the team of several years later. Also, an outstanding memory, is that of our class winning the school basketball tournaments in 1947. As eleventh graders, we look back on pleasant associates with fellow students in the junior play, the junior-Senior Banquet and wonderful parties. Incidentally, our girls won the basketball tournaments again that year. ' Now, in the year of nineteen hundred and forty-nine, we, the dignified seniors, already have had many pleasant experiences to recall in our later years. We can remember when we looked forward with glowing anticipation to being Dignified Seniors, and wondered how it would feel. Somehow, we don't feel the way we thought we would. With a graduating class of 31, we are really brokenhearted to leave our old Alma Mater, which we have watched make progress. But all good things have to end someday, so with our long awaited sheepskin in one hand, and tears in our eyes, we try to hide our hankies in our other hand as we sadly tell all our fellow students Adieu.