Florence High School - Florentine Yearbook (Florence, SC)

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THE FLOHENTINE 3 IllIIIIIIIIIllllllllllllllllllllllIlllllllllllIlllIlllIlllllllllllllllllllilllll WWXl?xx?i uuluulunnmlnmnnnuImmunInuummuimumunmul Senior' Class Officers T. I. MARTIN llrcsidcnt CLYDE HASELIJEN Vice- Presitlent KATHLEEN RILEY Secretary .IAMES I.. IPAISN E Y Treasurer M RS. .IAM ES GE E Sponsor --ff--I SENIOR CLASS HISTORY --l- THE SENIOR CLASS OF FLORENCE HIGH SCHOOL A Historical Review in One Act Dramatis Persoiiae: Father Time and four sons Place: A cumulus cloud over Flor- ence County, South Carolina Time: Spring, 1933 CAs curtain rises, Father Time is sitting on the edge of a cloud bank. In one hand he wearily swings his scythe back and forth, while on his l-:necs is an uncompleted .lig-Saw puz- zle. He looks gloomily down for a while and then suddenly smiles.l FATHER TIME: Bless my long grey beard, they are a large and lively bunch! By gorry, they are the kids who started high scool when 1930 was alive, and they will be graduated this year too! I must appoint 1933 to see about them. That is a good idea- I'll raise those past years from the dead just to hear what they have to say. They ought to be pretty good historians. tHe arises and going to a corner of the cloud grasps his rust-proof zip- per and zips an opening of a couple of feet.J FATHER TIME: Hey, 1930, '31, and 132, wake up there, and come here- plutol I want to ask you something. tHe takes a seat and assumes a regal air, while 1930, '31, and '32 file out and stand in front of him.3 l l l My son, tto 19303 you are older than your brothers here, so tell me what you know of the Freshlnen of the Florence High School the year you were on earth. 1930 tbowing lowJ: My most hon- orable Father, they came into Flor- ence High School a class composed of-of-what shall I say? Not daz- zling intellects, as the teachers of the .Iunior High will affirm, and certainly not bone-heads, as their reports will prove. Let me depart from the tradi- tional egotisms of all such history and say that they were about the average bunch that yearly come to serve the upper-classmen, being neither wise nor foolish. but freshies,', with all that the term ilnplies. After the ordeal of schedule cards and the purchase of chapel seats from a group of enter- prising Seniors, they settled down to -tuba, tubae-hic, hic, hoc-. They were soon reconciled to being called crazy dumb-bells by Aunt Sallie, and having Miss Dubose say, Now, Baby, that's wrongl' At first they had been resentful, for they did not think them- selves babies or dumb-bells, but they soon caught on and became ardent worshippers of their Latin and Alge- bra teachers. Despite many fearful experiences, such as holding one's breath while Mr. Briggs called out those he would like to see, they were proud of beinghigh school students. To change classes, instead of having the teachers change, was really quite a treat. And by the end of the fresh- man year most of their greenness had faded. FATHER TIME: And now, my son, 1931, what do you know of this same class? 1931: My honorable Father Time, this class became Sophomores, with all that the term implies. They walked rot with I1 timid step as they had the year before-but with shoulders back. You never heard one of them call him- self a Sophomore, but always an Ad- vanced-Sophomoref, It was during my time that Miss Davis, English teacher, departed to live happily ever after in the upper part of the state. By this time, my charges had plunged into Gallic Wars, which they fought with as much ardor as had the illus- trious author. There was even Julius Caesar, hilnself to be subdued. But the fight was on, and they dared not fail. FATHER TIME: And what have you to say. 1932? 1932: VVell, Father, thc class as .luniors of thc Florence High School tand it was quite a noble title for theml had become very wise-or otherwise. Zealously they began thc year and elected, as their President, Alfred Maxwell. The class started with gloomy prospects, for. as you well know, I was very poor. Banks had failed and times were hard. There were other changes, too, in their tCON'I'INIfEI1 ON PAGE 11p

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THE FLORENTINE 5 CLASS PROPHESY It was one of those murky days when there is rain enough in the morning to necessitate a rain-coat, which, careless and absent-minded as I am, I had forgotten at the dinner hour and again at the final dismissal bell. For fear it should rain again, I returned early after supper and en- tered the dark hall by way of the back door. With cautious step and a feeble attempt at whistling, I ascended the three flights of stairs leading to my home room. How dark it was! I hurriedly entered the cloak room and with nervous fingers groped for the forgotten garment. Clumsily my arms sought the sleeves as I began my re- treat. I had almost reached the stairs when I chanced to glance down the hall and beheld what paralyzed my muscles and raised the small hairs on the back of my head like the quills of a fretful porcupine. Unable to speak, I backed. away and by accident, punched a switch, flooding the hall w1th.l1ght. The sight that met my eyes was lndeed comforting, for there stood no gruesome ghost as I had feared, hut rather a kindly looking old man, clad .in a'robe of purple and gold, and holding in his hand a peculiar rod, like a scythe. His pale blue eyes were fixed on me with an amused expres- sion, as I gasped for the necessary breath to ask a question. He came to my rescue. No need to be afraid, young mang I am only the prophet of Florence High. Vtlithout any added introduction, he motioned me to follow as he entered the Chemistry Lab, whence voices is- sued, adding their volume to the hub- bub now emanating from every part of the building. I beheld-not the usual group of noisy students-but a small knot of old men working around tubes and beakers of steaming mix- tures. Despite their mustaches, I rec- ognized Joe Stricklin, Ben Easterling, Claude Smith and James Allen, all working on the Rockefeller project of the year 1956, as the calendar on the wall stated. Leaving this busy group, we went into the science room where others in this field were collaborating for its advancement, among them George VValker, Leon Spiller, Grad- dick Stokes and Fred Ward. ln the French room, instead of the usual one- teacher system, the class was divided into units holding competitive drills. The talkative young teachers were Margaret Rollins, Mary Louise Rut- ledge and Carolyn Hoffmeyer. After a fond au revoir, we made our way to the Latin room where an old lady, whom I recognized as our beloved Aunt Sallie, was' supervising her as- sistants in translating a forgotten page in Roman history. These great teach- ers and students were Jane William- son, Virginia McKeithen, Janie Farmerlable old leader, the' Supreme Court and Nettle Allen. Not being able to understand this type of work, I hurried to the English room where the leading American novelists and journalists were in con- ference. I recognized here my dear friend, the celebrated Kathleen Riley, who had just completed her famous book of poems entitled Harvard Clas- sics. David Reese, mentor of the New York Timesf' introduced his editorial staff composed of Burrel Snyder, C. P. Johnson, ard Jean Wil- son. Miss Mary Seigle, prominent col- umnist ofthe day, was present. Among the budding novelists receiving the criticism of their peers, were Nell .Iackson, Margaret McBratrey and Leo English. We then made our way to the realm of mathematics, where the world's greatest ciphers were successfully squaring the circle. Those present were James Holman, Weber Jenkins. Thomas McClenaghan, Sterling Med- lin, Francis Hopkins and J. C. Mims. I now followed the old gentleman down stairs, where he paused be ore the Student Cooperation Association room. With beating heart, I waited until the door flew open in response to our knock. To say that the scene was most irregular would be mild indeed, for there before my eyes was a joint meeting of the senate and con- gress of our United States. To conceal my agitation, I took a pinch of Mr. .lefferson's snuff and stumbled sneez- ing, to a vacant seat. In keeping with the ever new idea of economy in gov- ernment, they were debating the ap- propriations bill for the coming year. Presiding over the assembly was His Honor, the President of the United States, John Hussey. I learnedethat the economy bill was written by the honorable James L. Dabney and spon- sored by the I-Ion. Messrs. Edgar Stan- ton, Clyde Haselden, T. E. Matthews, Charles Thomas and the Hon. Miss Elizabeth Anderson. Glancing in the direction of the representatives, I saw with pride Scott Monroe, Mary Eliz- abeth Hickey, James Gray, Herbert Green, .Iames McLeod and James Earle Johnson. Among the celebrities of the senate, despite their somnolent dignity, I rec- ognized Harvard Dudlev, Billie Cutts, Ben Easterling, Eunice Bynum, Martha Dantzler, Bee Furchgott. Betty Cook and Annie Corley. VVe stayed until the speaker anounced the first reading of the proposed Eighteenth Amendment repeal issue. VVe left in disgust. A few stepsbrought us to Mr. Briggs' office, which I, recalling painful experiences, declined to enter, but a persuasive smile from my guide calmed my fears and gave me courage. Instead of the neat office, and genial hut commanding boom of our honor- of the bnlted States 1n all its dignity confronted us. Gracing the bench were James Strickland, Paul Brendel, Mary Lee Brockington, Ruth Graham, Joe Comander, T. I. Martin, Ralph Mc- Cormick and Randolph Thompson. The lawyers presenting their cases were Bernard Fitzharris, of the firm Cheele, Steele, Liare and Fitzharris, represent- ing the Rosebud Fertilizer Company, and Fred Willis of the Cannon, Ball, Powder. Shoote and Willis, represent- ing the Trash Alley Perfume Concern. Both lawyers displayed their argu- ments grandiloquently before the court. Leaving such solemnity. we walked down the hall to the old auditorium where the world's greatest all woman woN'1'INI'r:p ox Insole sn ROOM 308 fContinuedD ' Percy Tucker The kindest man. the best-conditioned and unwcaricd spirit - ln doing courtesies. il' ik is George Walker He can't be wrong whose life is in the right. Sl' if if Fred Ward A man I am, crossed with adversity. if tk ik Simon Ward A glint in the steel blue eye Told of a spirit that wouldn't die- and didn't. 'li Ill lk Mabel Wilhoit I have no mockings or arguments: I witness and walt. wk ik ik Avis Williams If speech is silver, silence is golden. lk IK ik James Williams And when a lady's in the case, You know all other things give place. 42 if uk Jane Williamson And still they came, and still their wonder grew, That one small head could carry all she knew. Ill lk lk Fred Willis I will speak daggers to her, but use I10l'l9. ar ak at Norman Woodson His heart and hand both open and both free. Pk lk Fl! Alice Worrell A violet by a mossy stone, Half-hidden from the eye. 'Q .f' ..- - .s 7.