Franklin High School - Log Yearbook (Franklin, VA)

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The scene changes again. It is out in the country on a large plant farm. There are a lot of people working in the field, but one man seems to be the overseer. It’s Tony Cobb, now a very prosperous farmer. The clouds lift and the scene is a small home. I see a woman happily telling her two small children a bedtime story. It’s Margaret Vaughan. She is now married and the mother of two darling children. The clouds lift and fade into the background. I see a small chemistry teacher trying desperately to explain an experiment to a group of students who are laughing and talking. Oh! The experiment has blown up in their faces, but I got a glimpse of the poor teacher. It was none other than poor Frances Butler struggling to be a good chemistry teacher. The light fades gradually and a purple haze covers everything. The crystal clouds and I can see no more. Frances Butler, Class Prophet. d 27 1-

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Again the mists close down. When they rise again, it is early in the morning around seven o’clock. There is a man out in the barnyard feeding the animals. It is none other than our own Redelle Cotton. The scene is in another barnyard. And who is the farmer here? It couldn’t be anyone but Billy Beale. The scene shifts back to the city in a department store. There is a very honest looking clerk and yes, I recognize her. It is Gladys Daughtrey still at her same trade. The scene changes. It is in the kitchen of a very attractive home. There is someone washing dishes in a pretty white apron. As she looks up, I see it is Thelma Underwood, now Mrs. Jimmie Mumford. The scene changes again to a large movie house. The owner is leaving his office. He shuts the door and as he turns I can see who he is. Bobby Bailey. I see he is following the job he had when he went to high school with us. The clouds lift again. I see a beauty salon. There are several girls busy at work, but I recognized only one of these girls. It is Jane Edwards, who was alwavs fussing about her hair. Well maybe now she can fix it herself. The scene shifts. There is a young man and young lady. I recognize the young man as Wilson Jones, and he is annoying the young lady just as he used to worry us girls in high school. Won’t he ever change? The clouds lift. The scene is in Washington. There is a congregation of men in a large room. I recognize one of them as our old classmate, Dayne Councill. He is now a senator. He always did like to argue so maybe at last he is satisfied. The scene changes. It is in the living room of a lovely home. There is a man and a woman sitting down. The man is reading the evening paper and the woman is busy knitting. They look up. I see it is Richard Gagner and Shirley Darden. They are happily married now. Let’s wish them a long and happy life together. How strange, I hear motors running. Oh, I can see it clearly now. It is a reducing school and who is running it? Why, it is Anna Gardner. And gosh, she weighs only 108 pounds. The scene changes to a large building. It’s in the laboratory of a large hospital. There a man is looking through a microscope. He raises his head and it is none other than Neil Aerts, one of the world’s great research scientists. The scene changes again. It is out in front of a large white building. Why, it is in front of our own Town Hall. And guess who is here, it is Meta Matthews issuing driving licenses. I should have known that she would do something like that since she was so crazy about driving. The clouds shift. The scene is a business office. There is a young lady taking dictation. She rises and leaves the room. It’s Ruby Hall, who is now the private secre- tary to a lawyer. i 26 y

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Class Mlstory Here’s to Franklin’s Alma Mater, Gold against the sky. Here’s to Franklin Alma Mater, As the years go by.” When we first heard the strains of this song, we were mere freshmen, beginners in high school learning. We had just completed seven long endless years in the grammar school and after the usual summer vacation, we were ready to start what were to be four of the happiest years of our lives. Yes, we were then Freshmen, bewildered by the new system and by the great number of students, all much larger than we. After a few weeks, our shyness wore off, and we became as noisy and carefree as the typical first year student. Our second year was packed full of fun and enjoyment. Athletic events, dances, and other social functions dominated our activities. We boys were a little disappointed when the girls were separated from us and sent back to the Home Economics Depart- ment, but our sorrow was eased by the appearance of several unusually attractive fresh- men girls with whom we passed the time. At the end of that year, the barrier was overcome, we became Juniors — upper- classmen at last! We took part in school activities on an even larger scale than before. We grew to like the distinguished air of the upperclasses and, like all good Juniors, we gave the graduating class a Junior-Senior Prom that we hope they’ll never forget. But those years have slipped beneath our feet, and now we find ourselves on the threshold of life. Yes, we are Seniors, the graduating class of ’48. It is usually customary to review our accomplishments in this, our final year at Franklin High. Two things are outstanding: We drew up and put into operation a new form of Student Government and we aided the creation and co-operated wholeheartedly with the annual. When we leave this school, wherever we go, we will remember our friendships formed in this our tentative home. In the words of an anonymous author, Amici, usque, ad aras Deep graven on each heart Shall be found unwavering true ’Til we from life shall part.” Dayne Councill, Historian. 4 28 F