Grifton High School - Griftonian Yearbook (Grifton, NC)

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§ ■ • ■■• • ■ ••■ ' .■• ' • ' ■ V: ' .’:- ' ' .S . • , f ' y r.-y ■ ' y ' l ' • ; »o:i • . J(» ' ■ . y ' 1 bENIOR HEivilNIbCENbEb ’43 leave good ole G. H. b parties on sand hills QOg The graduates of with memories of ’‘hot haynaes in old rickety wagons filled with fresh, clean hay, tugged by a pair of plug mules. The oeautiiully decorated Junior-tenior luncheon, wlth- ithS ' 111 remain the biggest thrill In our forget the plays that ie wrote and dramatizea. We actually became radio stars (,we eian ' t sound like amateurs either, some said) when we presented one of our plays over W. G T C in a propam, Grifton on the Air , We think we are regular script writers. In our last play, ' Conrad Hart coming in saying, Heil ' s:si ' ss S”“ •“ tha nules the Roost , tne first Junior play eyer allin in love with Edward Earl Dennis or Wallace Fleming making love to btella bmith. I wonder if still says, Ain’t that the truth , ihy doesn t Bernice Jickson still send messages on Aif

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eggs? Can’t you see Bobby Mewborn coming in with a big white cap on and Mildred Whitehurst trying to make him fall in love with her? What a complicated affair love can be! No longer can wo hear the cheering at basket- ball games, ’’pool” in cars to go to a nearby theatre to see some talked about movie, help sing in the Glee Club at a local church, or hear the creaking sound of chalk as the teacher writes ques- tions on the blackboard. What a lonesome, longing feeling one gets when recalling all the memories of one’s high school days! We, the Class of ’43, have many memories to take with us, as we enter into our vocations. To the students we leave, v e thank each of you for the things you have done to add to our memories. M