Grifton High School - Griftonian Yearbook (Grifton, NC)

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s In the fall of 40, thie eighth grade v as full of new shining faces . ho one could imagine v hat v ould happen to those gallant lads and lassies in the four years to come. While v e were eighth graders, we broke away from the custom of an annual m einer roast and had a real high class party. V ' ith exception of the burned lemonade and the scorched candy, we had a very nice time. Nearly anyone there would have paid for a cup of water in exchange for that lemonade. The life of the class that year v as a mis- chievous red-head, namely Pat hcDaniel. The es- capades of him alone wrould fill a book. Then add those of Bert Ives, liutt Fleming, Fred James, and John Causey and you have enough to fill a volume. Then came summer and vacations for all. V hen fall again, v e learned v e had a new teacher to guide us through the year of study, Mr. P. A. Bradley . Our ninth year v as full of weiner roasts, pic- nics. bull fights (bulls were Pat McDaniel and Bert Ives), spitball wars, thumb tack feuds, field trips, and boat rides on the 01’ Contentnea. In connection vdth field trips, our memory drifts back to the days when v e were ardent scholars of biology. On one of these trips one of our dear students, Bert Ives, v hile looking for a rare spe- cies of fish (water bugs) , stepped into a crevice and fell. Another, Pat McDaniel, fell w hile trying to capture a sea lion, John L. Causey, btill an- Dther scholar capsized v hile riding in a small craft. For these activities the Pitiful Three were carried before the supreme command, m. Knott, and were penalized for their folly. (P.b. The only per- son w ho caught a bug v as Laura Price.) Nannie Lee Hudson also remembers the time she was supposed to

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clean up the Home Ec . room without any soap. Miss Mariner, the teacher, told her to use elbow grease. She nearly wore herself out looking for it. Another gala occasion was when we, Sophomores, honored the Seniors with a feast fit for a king (hot dogs) . We had but few minor mishaps -- tea turned over, sand in hot dogs, ashes in onions, and footprints in the mustard. The night before school adjourned, another weiner roast was gTeatly enjoyed. Again were on the rampage a.nd this time ? ith the Juniorsi. Hurrah. Vacation again! When the trumpets sounded and the curtains open ed, we, as Juniors shoved off into another color- ful year under the leadership of sturdy but stern Mrs. K. Brown. Things went well at the beginning of this year until a fev f of our dear members — John L. Causey, Mutt Fleming, and Dot Sugg — began to dream (outloud) of a V hite Christmas”. They were soon awakened by a member of the iron rule (Miss Josephine Essey) . Members of our class began to drop out. Ellis Sumrell stopped school and went in business with his rich uncle (Sam) . John L. Causey and Laura Price forsook the ole Alma Mata and Moved away. In February ¥ e presented an original two act dra.ma. It was ably directed by Bert Ives. Liza Jane, Miriam Mumford, remembers well when her cdt ran away and how she had to run off stage and get him. Mutt was a regular oesspool; and Hope Wethington, Sot ougg, and Marie Manning were about the prissiest old ladies you’ve ever seen. Bert Ives, the butler, could iiciv G po-SSGd for 3.nybody s JGn— n— n— kins . Now as we near the end of our junior year, ■we are looking forward to becoming Seniors and know that there will be much in store for us next year.