Franklin High School - Retrospect Yearbook (Mount Airy, NC)

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CLASS HISTORY In the fall of 1935, a class of sixty-one freshman, forty-tv o girls and nineteen boys, entered Franklin High School, It was the present Senior Glass, vhich so long ago set sail on the waters of higher learning. Ours was ’ ' The Good Ship Knov ledge,” and our port:’’Scholastic Achievement.” Have we reached it? You m.ay be the judge. I turn back the pages of our high school career and visions of th e past come before our eyes. There is the High School Glee Club; a liberal amount of its number are fresh¬ men, Here v e see a game of basket-ball in progress; its players are freslimen. In music, dramatics, art, and public speaking, our class took an active part. The next year we continued the voyage as soph¬ omores with twentyi elght girls and eleven boys. It was this year that Faye Cooke and Lillian Badgett made tho second basket-ball team, and Evylyn Simmons, Faye, and Dolla Gordon gained renovm in the field of dram.atics, I fear the light of knowledge burned less bright during the second lap of our voyage. We became an established part of high school life. It was no longer now and our class functioned as a single unit. In the year of ’37 v e again assembled for the roll-call and our number was still smaller: twenty- three girls and six boys. Later Roy Kirkman en¬ rolled, proving to be an asset on the basket-ball team. Our junior year was filled with numerous act¬ ivities. For the Junior-Senior Party we gave a barn-warming, and we took an active part in this teimi’ s gr aduation. Last fall the fourth lap of our voyage was begun with yet a smaller number. This year has not been all cleru sailing. We have had differences among ourselves and activities have filled the year to the brim. Athletics, drematics, in the form of the Senior play, md now commencement and graduation. The end of our voyo.ge draws near. Port is in sight. We turn from visions of the past to visions of the future. Who.t will be our mode of travel in the journey of life? ’’Quien sabo?” as the Spanish say, ’’who knov s?” BBTTY HATCHER, HISTORIAN