Franklin High School - Laurel Leaf Yearbook (Franklin, NC)

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The Agriculture boys did fine work. They often fed the pigs chicken feed half a dozen times, and then couldn’t understand why the pigs acted as if they wanted to lay an egg, or try out a roost. The chickens borrowed the teachers’ false teeth so they could eat the fodder given to them. But the Ag. boys, like the Home Ec. girls, learned — partly. And those business students! Ah, what have we here ? ? Those pleasant days in typing, bookkeeping, and shorthand. After the first week or two new typewriters were needed. The students typed so fast that they burned the typewriters up — keys, ribbons and all! ! Franklin High really goes out for sports. Sometimes the basketball players must get their rules con¬ fused with those of football and vice versa. However, we got the team Sometimes initiation days are just too funny (?) for comfort. Girls, remember the bustles? Kind of hard to arrange when trying to get seated, were’nt they? And, boys, we loved those new hair cuts. Quite different from what we are used to. But we go out for the new look.” Fire drill! fire drill! Everyone please remain seated. It’s only a modern chemist in his beloved laboratory with the master” standing near-by. Those voices! They must be angels! ! Just Fisten! No, no, that’s only the glee club rehearsing for a P.-T. A. meeting. No, that isn’t Gabriel with his host of followers either; it’s only the F. H. S. Band. But who knows? At the rate the band and glee club are moving along, they might get that high up some day! Yes, we can truthfully say we’ve had some swell times in school, despite the homework! As we march down the aisle during graduation many of these thoughts crowd into our minds. It isn’t that we wish to remain any longer at F. H. S., because we all feel the honor in graduating and receiving those long awaited diplomas. It’s just that we shall soon be stepping out into a strange world; strange to us because we must then assume the responsibilities which rightfully belong to us instead of depending on our parents for further livelihood. With graduation the door of childhood seems to slowly close. We aren’t sorry, for we hold these memories close to our hearts with school days playing a great part in them, but we are eager to step out on our own, knowing that we have a firm foundation on which to build a happy, successful future and knowing that that foundation for the future was beng laid during those happy days at Franklin High School! Joe and Polly Anderson

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(I[an -fiitozij Look, there she goes, I’ll betcha she’s the one.” “I’ll betcha she ain’t ’cause my big sister said that one taught the second grade, and my sister knows ’cause she’s in the eighth grade!” This conversation between two small children was interrupted by the loud cry of many youngsters, The bell! the bell is ringing!” Soon the doors were opened and all the kids poured into the schoolhouse, carrying their brand-new tablets and pencils. Such was our first day of school. As the days passed by we began learning a few things; how to spell cat and dog, how to write or names, and a little bit of arithmetic. Of course, there was the Experienced One” who knew where the water fountains were, the lunch room, etc., and who pointed warningly toward the principal’s office, a place that filled us with constant fear. Little did we realize then that the principal was our friend and not a hideous monster who watched our every move, ready to grab us if we did something wrong. However, the months and years passed by until we were in the third grade. There our troubles began. Namely, the multiplication and the division tables. We could never remember whether the teacher said 6x7 equals 42 or 7 x 6 equals 42. (It’s still a puzzle!) Then there was our g-e-o-g-r-a-p-h-y and history classes. All we remember about geography was that the top of the map was north and the bottom was south. The teacher moved the map so much we couldn’t remember which was east and which was west. The great fact remembered in history was that we were discovered by Columbus, that is. he discovered America, in 1492. (To the best of our knowledge). Oh, yes, we did learn that North Carolina is called the tar-foot,” no, the tar-heel” state. (All this is very confusing!) Oh, those bright, spring days! How we gazed longingly out the windows, wishing we were out play¬ ing or, better still, fishing in a near-by stream. But we had to finish our work. And how happy was that day when the books were checked in and everyone gathered together his belongings and started joyfully home. But September came again quite soon. We can never forget our good old high school days — our friends, our teachers, and our dear old high school building! We as freshmen thought WE were THE STUFF. After all we were in High School! How well we remember those long, imaginary journeys to Canada with our new Canadian teacher. (Her sub¬ ject was, supposedly, biology.) And we could never slip into civics class late, no matter how hard we tried, the bell always rang after we were seated. We were A” students becaused we all learned the whole preamble to the Constitution. You know how it goes — Four score and even years ago—.” Our teacher didn’t stay very long. She must have retired to a quiet, summer home. Book reports were always a pain. Luckily we had plenty of encyclopedias to use or we’d have never never had a report on time. We well remember a thrilling story related to us by one of our classmates. Very unfortunatey the teacher had read that comic book too. Our English teachers were swell, for they didn’t catch on to all our tricks. (Or did they?) And Latin days! Would you believe that one letter would make so much difference! Anyway, our teacher did. We could never understand why such a nice person as our Latin teacher picked such a disagree¬ able subject to teach. Latin hard ? ? ? Oh, no! ! When it came to brains in that class, there was only a very faded X” to mark the spot.” One thing about it, we learned a new way to reduce. (Just try sitting through two periods of that stuff a day and I’ll bet you would lose weight, too!) We can never forget our algebra classes. Of course it’s impossible to forget algebra because we didn’t learn enough to forget. To us girls it was really a pain because we didn’t have very mathematical minds.” Why did X plus Y equal 1, or maybe 2 when the next letter of the alphabet was Z? ? ? Thanks to our geometry teacher we learned enough about lines, circles, and figures, to get along in the big, wide world — and enough to pass our tests. Home Makers,” we were called ( Home Breakers” would be more like it). We learned how to boil water without scorching it and how to use a can opener. Of course, we learned to sew and cook, a little. What pains we took and then our cooking seemed to be a failure. We learned, in the course of time, that making a chocolate pie required considerable more time and ingredients than a mud pie; that sewing done for ourselves had to be more substantial than the doll clothes which we loved to make. We learned, even though we were embarrassed a few times by rips” as we made a sudden turn around the balcony, or suffered from indigestion and broken teeth after one of our meals.

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( Cfclll Plojl lSClj As we switched in desperation to our reserve fuel supply, and crossed our fingers in the hope that Lady Luck would be with us, we suddenly spied below us tall buildings extending upward into the clouds. As we landed, using the last drop of gas taxiing up to the hangar, we were greeted by the airport mana¬ ger, a man we thought was vaguely familiar. What town is this? Charlotte?” asked Robert. No, this is Franklin,” said the manager. Imagine our surprise! After being away for fifteen years we could hardly realize that this town had expanded so rap¬ idly. An even greater surprise was yet to come; the airport manager was Earl Moses, one of our old class¬ mates at F. H. S. Deciding to explore the town, we rented a car from the Curtis U-Drive-It Service, owned by Claude Curtis. We also saw Edith Willis, Josephine Dalton, Patsy Hays, and Louise Moore, who were renting one of the new Cadillacs from Claude to go on a tour of the Smoky Mountains. They said they were just in from Duke University, where they taught journalism. As we stepped on the street, the famous 200-piece Franklin High School Band passed in parade, playing The Stars and Stripes Forever.” Later, the bandmaster, Johnny Owens, told us they had just returned from a tour of Europe. After having a cup of coffee in Cabe’s Cafeteria, owned by Dorothy and Evelyn Cabe, we said goodby to Johnny and drove off. Driving past the Baptist Church, we heard the choir singing, and later learned that the choir directo , Edith Plemmons, was rehearsing the group for the Christmas Cantata. We attended church here the next Sunday and heard a wonderful sermon by the Reverend Francis Stevens. We saw Nora Carpenter, Kate Green, and Irene Seay just coming from lunch and going into a large office building where they were em¬ ployed as reporters for the Franklin Press. Arising early Monday morning we decided to visit our old Alma Mater, and who should greet us but the new principal, Donald Brown, who was quite busy helping Einstein with his Unified Field Theory. Hearing loud screams, we dashed to a room on the third floor only to discover that it was the Latin Class taught by Miss Evelyn Sorrels. After school we watched the undefeated F. H. S. Panthers, coached by Bill Huggins and Burton Leach, run through a short practice session. After stopping by Bryant Furniture Company to see Cullen, we decided to find our classmates who we learned were living in various cities in the Eastern United States. Our first stop was Detroit, Michigan, where we visited Jim Conley, president of Ford Motor Co., and his wife, Sara Dalymple. One of the swankiest stores in town was a dress shop run by Mildred Bishop and Jane Ledbetter. That night we stayed at the Hotel Potts, one of the twelve hotels owned by the tycoon Jerry Potts. One night while in Detroit we ate in a big restaurant downtown where Belva Nichols was head cashier. We happened to meet Jim Nichols outside the First National Bank where he was second Vice- President. Leaving Detroit, we flew on to Washington to see the President, Alvin Stiles, who greeted us warmly in the White House. Alvin invited us to a meeting of his cabinet and we heard an interesting speech by the Secretary of Agriculture, R. L. Cunningham and a lecture by the Secretary of State, Bill Ramsey. In the outer lobby we met two lady delegates to Russia, Nell Waldroop and Mary Slagle. We were escorted through the Treasury Building by Melvin Penland, the Vice-President, and chatted with the Secretary of the Treas¬ ury, J. B. Brendell. Alvin said that his Secretary of Labor, Frankie Leatherman, was in conference with John L. Lewis, trying to end a coal strike. Saying good-by to Washington, we winged toward New York where we expected to find quite a few of our old friends. We were met by Mayor Robert Edwards. He presented to us, among other things, tickets to the stage play, North Atlantic, co-starring the famous actors, Bill Ray and Margueritte Smart. Later at Radio Station A-I-R we heard a recital by the world renowned baritone, Lamar Bradley, accompanied by the famous pianist, Ethel Waldroop. In the next broadcasting booth we saw the quiz show, Dr. C. P.”, whose