Florence High School - Florentine Yearbook (Florence, SC)

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ti 'l'Hli FIAJHICNTINIQ Paul Brendel Une that exeels the quirks ol' lmlazon' l ing pens. 95 Ill Ik Mary Lee Brockington A fertile brain, a ealln and purposeful spirit. 2,1 :te 4: Ruth Graham The good will ot' the rain that lovesl all leaves. :lf elf HF Betty Harper Nohility is the one only virlue. Fl: if P14 May Ellen Harper Like winds in suuuner sighing, ller voiee was soft and low. Pls 2l1 41 Clyde Haselden A man with the heart ot' a viking And the simple faith of a ehild. Pls Sli Pk Mary Elizabeth Hickey l'atienee is a remedy for every sorrow. Thomas Hodges A nian who thinks of living in the HJOWIE ROOWI 307 James Holman Ht- 1-owls mm hg ht- is 21 gl-out ul,-gpyvq-I-, lle was :i seholar, and a ripe and good T. E. Matthews ard he looks i UIIUZ D . h , Quite through the deeds of men. l2Nl'4'l'tlll1ti Wwe. tau' Slmlfvll. llllll DUI X 4. suading. Frances Hopkins Thomas McClenagl1an Silenee more lnusieal than any song. Ht, mwm. speaks uf himself t,M.0l,t when eolnpelletl, never delends hun- sell hy a lnere retort. , 1: af af Jeanette McCutcheon ik 41 rk John Hussey liid ine discourse, I will enehant thint ear. 'k if 'K Always to he neat, always to he Nell Hyman dressed as il' you were going to a Nloderalion, the noblest gift ol' lieaven. l02lSl- it ik if fl! if if Nellie McElveen Good will is the lnightiest praetieal toree in the universe. God. 9: ,F ,F ' Mary Mcariff ll is tl. nc uil neo Jle vsho .ieeonlplish Mm knew I Sal' Just what I Hunk' and V 1 I l I ' ' - - . .' . .. mmh. nothing nioit-not less. Weber Jenkins An honest n1an's the noblest work of l l :te 21: Mollie .Johnson great world must he gallant, polilt-,l and attentive to please the woinen. :ls :li :lf Caroline Hoffmeyer 9 wx: vs fr 'P 'lt 'F Alexander Kendall I V1rgln1allVIcKe1then - She wit 1 all the e arm of woin-in As inerrx' as the tlav is lonf. ' . . ' ' ' D' 5 lbhe with all the breadth ot inan. :lf if Plf ,F ak :F Marye Lewis Landrum Norma Mcllemore A good fare is a letter ol' l't't'0lIllllt'lltl- Hel- Voice was CVM- Soft' gcmh. and ' illmli- J low-an excellent thing in woman. ' Pk Pls Pl! l Natalie Lucas l 'I--.UH-... . -. . -ffv .-, ll 0l.5f'f'5'liHh 51 'f ' 'md mmf DH 'l'l She inoves a goddess and she looks ai ,ful xg 5' . queen. Dorothy McLeod She eanie here to study, and her niis- l5ilenee that spoke, and eloquence ot l, - , ..-WK sion she fulfilled. E eyes. l leox'i'ixi'ico ox inuu-: Tl

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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.

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THE FLORENTINE 7 THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE SENIOR CLASS OF 1933 STATE OF SOUTH CAROLINA County of Florence We, the Senior Class of Florence High School, being sound of minds, memories, and understanding, do here- by make, publish, and declare this, our last will and testament, hereby revok- ing any or all wills by us heretofore made. Subject to' passing our examinations and receiving our diplomas, we here- by will and bequeath all our school property, effects and affections, as fol- lows. tlteml I-We, the Senior Class, do will and bequeath to the Student Body the following as an undying memor- ial to our years as high school stu- dents. To the Junior Class we will our deep love, admiration, and respect for the entire faculty. tLove your teachers, r-hi1dren.J To the Sophomore Class we will the secret of our school-girl complexions and vigorous health. Our complexions are gained by vigorous applications ol Farmolive soap. Our perfect health is due to long hours of untrou- bled sleep during the weekly assembly period. To the freshman class we leave our eagerness to learn, trusting that it will serve to make them diligent and un- wavering students. tlteml II-To the rising Seniors we will the sleeping sickness of the senior English classes, with the sincere hope that Miss Tedder's beautiful vocabu- lary will keep them awake. itlteml III-The excess height of Jimmy Allen we will to Bub Dar- Hang we allow Jimmy to retain for himself his size 11 brogans. tlteml IV-The overcoat of Fred Willis, we leave to Clarence Farmer with the hope that Clarence will wear it with the same love and affection as has our Fred. tlteml V-The dignity and impres- siveness of J. L. Dabney we will to K. Young. May S. K. enter Poli- tics next year! tlteml VI-Betty Cooke's delicious giggles we leave to Virginia Irby. Have mercy on your classmates, Virginia! tlteml VII-The vamping ability of Virginia McKeithen, Elizabeth An- derson, and Janie Farmer we leave to Sarah Reinhart, Virginia Davis, and Jane Chandler. May they finish high school before being married. tlteml VIII-Tom Hodges' match- less intellect and ability to pick female pockets we leave to any member of the Junior Class who aspires to our Tom's enviable reputation in this re- spect. tlteml IX-Simon Ward's way with the ladies we will to Billy Smith with the prayer that Billy will not commit bigamy. tlteml X-The boisterousness of Charles McLendon and the reserved lmanners of Mary Corbin we leave to Jane Chandler and Ruby Tucker re- ! spectively. flteml Xl-Charles Thomas's cave- man tactics with the weaker sex we leave to Billy Berger with the hope that Billy will become the Clark Gable of Florence High School. tlteinl Xll-Bernard Fitzharris and ,Billy Cutts, the Senior Class's men- about-town, leave their large list of names and addresses to Bill Pettigrew and Billy Taylor. May the list in- crease! i tlteml XIII+The lovable personali- ties of Dorthy McLeod, Mary McGriff, Helen O'Harra, Nell Jackson, and Jeannette McCutcheon we leave to the entire student body in order that the Florence High School may be a more pleasant place in which to pursue knowledge. tlteml XIV--The harmonious voices of Ethel Russell and Margaret Fortner we leave to Margaret Smith and Peggy Aiken with the request that they sing Where is My Wandering Boy To- night? at the first assembly period next year. tlteml XV-The matchless oratory and Chesterfieldian manners of Jack Muldrow we leave to George Brooks. You're welcome, George. tlteml XVI-The come-hithe r looks and general attractiveness of Pauline Proctor, Martha Dantzler, Ruth Gilland, Jean Campbell, Kath- leen Riley, and Norma McLemore we leave to Constance Bennett, Norma Shearer, Bebe Daniels, Una Merkel, Zazu Pitts, and Marie Dressler, to be used as they see fit. tltelnl XVII-The quiet studious- ness of Mary Lee Brockington, Ruth Graham, Betty Harper, May Ellen Har- per, Frances Hopkins, and Caroline Hoffmeyer we present to Franklin D. Roosevelt that he may put an end to this depression we hear so much about. tlteml XVIII-The athletic ability of William Hickey, Bud Williams, .loe Stricklin, Sidney Smith, Claude Smith, and all other athletes of our class we leave to the school, knowing that these boys, records on the athletic field will remain p e r m a n e nt to their Alma Mater. tlteml XIX--The Napoleonic face and frame of Edgar Stanton we leave to Charles Gilbert on condition that Charles renounce his love for Leila. tltemh XX--The John Barrymore profiles and lovable personalities of Leon Spiller and Wallace Edwards we leave to Leslie McLaurin and J. B. l l 1 l l 3 l 1 i l V l i l Aiken, along with a free scholarship to the Thomas Barringer School of Act- IDS. tlteml XXI--The curly locks of Herbert Greene and Harvard Dudley we leave to Ruth Stewart and Lillian Rainwater respectively. For the secret of these curls go to Ye Olde Butey Shoppe? flteml XXll-The Medulla Oblon- gatai' and quiet manners of Jane Wil- liamson we leave to Adela Hill Holmes with every hope that this heritage will have the desired effect. ' W WYCONTINTIED ON PAGE ll! ROOM 307 CContinuedJ Charles McLendon Friend of truthl Of soul sincere. ln action faithful, and in honor clear: Who broke no promise. served no Drivate end, Who gained no title and who lost no friend. a if wk ll Maude McPherson Peace sheds o'er thee her genial dew. Ili if it Sterling Medlin None but himself can he his parallel. 81 it X Scott Monroe l'm armed with more than complete steel- The justice of my quarrel. Ill lk il Jack Muldrow And sheathed his sword for laek of argument. ik 1? PR Helen O'Harra A quick brunette, falcon-eyed. Ik if if Margaret Pattillo Rich in good works. ik lk 'll Mattie Powell No legacy is sojkricli ags honesty. Mary Grace Poynor Wise to resolve, and patient to per- form. Ill Pl! if Alvena Proctor lindurance is the crowning quality. And patience all the passion ot' great hearts. lk 'lf Dk Helen Putnam VVrite me as one who loves his fellow man. wr is :lf James Strickland And thus he bore without abuse The grand old name of gentleman.