Hanes High School - Blue Gold Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

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Ah, distinctly I remember. It was in the bleak December GRAY IUNE PROPHECY Elisabeth Clay, Prophet Gooff, oh pardon me! Why, Bonnie Frazier- Greetings, Gate! Where've you been of late? Hazel Hauser, as I live and breathe! I've just rushed down from New York between trips to Paris. I am the buyer for the P. Masten Lindsay Depart- ment Store. How are you enjoying the Winston- Salem Worlds Fair? I think it is marvelous. Tm seeing more of our old school friends-just think, it's been 10 years since that fateful night when we graduated. Come, let's walk over in that direction. They hear a song as they start into the Music Hall. Bonnie, what is the name of that selection? It sounds very familiar, but I can't remember it. She walks over and ask the sales girl who turns out to be Violet Humphries. It is a recording of Diamonds and Roses by Troy Watts and his Tumbling Tooters, with Frank Vestal on the vocai. Would you like to buy the record? Before they can answer, a voice pierced the air. i'Gh, marvelous, stupendous, colossal, it's super colos- sal! lt'S perfect as the assembly march for my school. Bonnie and Hazel whirl at the sound of that voice and then dash forward with a loud scream: Elisabeth Clay! We will now pause, for even Betty jane Smith, the world's champion typist, couldn't write as fast as they talk. It develops that Lib has a private school for girls, with Frances Braddock as chemistry teacher, Sue Long, school doctor, Gladys Lanier, girls' football coach, Cthey've had a bid for the Rose Bowlj and Violet Bostian, head of music department. The three then proceed down the midway among various side shows and rides, where they stop at a newstand. The papers they pick up states in an ex- clusive story by Bob Rominger, that George Morris QQ 28 Gs has just succeeded the late Adolf Hitler as German Chancellor. There is also an account on the social page the marriage of Marilyn Willard, famous ballet dancer, and Bill Hunter, eminent anthropologist. The ceremony was preformed by the Reverend Norwood Green. In the theatre section is a story on the suc- cess of the play now running at Harry Bowman's Little Theatre off the courthouse square. The play produced by Hazel Hauser, is a sequal to the immort- al masterpiece, Gone With the Wind . This play, written by Rebecca Alspaugh, stars Ardith Smith as Scarlett O'Hara's granddaughter, Deep Purple But- ler. It shows under the title of Come With The Rain. Miss Smith stars opposite Bynum Rogers, The Great Screen Lover. In the supporting cast are james Tillman, Lonnie Bovender, Katie Crouch, Mar- garet Speaks, and james Cecil. They leave the newstand and watch some of the side shows. The strong man looks suspiciously like Onnie Wall, and the wild man from Borneo, Louis McNair, the Alex Collins juggling team as if it were made up of Vivien Everhart, Helen Taylor, B. Fansler Eva Shutt, and George Hodges. Lib Gallen, who comes along with her flute case in her hand, pauses long enough to explain that there is a terrible airplane jam and she is having to walk to the Pfohl Highsmith Hall where a concert is to be held. She thrusts a program at them and they read the names of: Pearl joyner, cellist: Frona Mattox, viola player: Dorothy Groce, cornet player, Conrad Stonestreet, second cornet player: and Evelyn Ziglar, clarinet player. ln the Hall of Sports they find picture of the Olym- pic winners for this year: janice Garwood, Ruby Lewter, Ralph Reich, Lawerence Newsom, Carleen fContinued to page l5Oj

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f x t sf Chills and thrills and spills and holiday from drills- snow week . GRAY IANUARY HISTORY Bill Sink, Historian lt seems just a few months ago that we, like little chickens strayed from their mother, wandered into a huge building, South High School, in the year nine- teen hunderd and thirty-five. VVide-eyed and astonish- ed, we ran helter-skelter through the halls. As our sophomore year rolled around, we were more settled down after we had been taken under the guidance of a lady who straightened us out and got us on the right path. The year nineteen hundred and thirty-seven brought to us the boom year of all our years in school. We were now out of our biddy down age, just starting in- to our dangling, awkard age, trying to organize and carry out a successful year. We had two faithful advisers, Miss Daisy Lee Glas- gow and Mr. Ted Griffin, to help us in our little heart- breaks and successes.. We elected the following leaders: president, Elisa- beth Clayg vice president, Harry Bowman: secretary, Virginia Sprinkle, and treasurer, Bill Simpson. The biggest social event so far in our lives was the lunior-Senior Banquet, December l5, 1937, which we worked and slaved to make tops . First part of our senior year, llB, was like between halves in a football game. It was a rest period for our next flight in the llA. During this semester we rested and caught up with our work. Our social life was not neglected this year, however, as we had a wiener roast at Washington Park. After the rest came the most glorious year in our entire lives. The first thing in the full year was the election of our officers. They were: president, Tom Shoreg vice-president, Max Hutchins: secretary, Annie Lee Welchg and treasurer, lack Chambers. In our last pathway of high school days we did not attend the South High School, but proudly re-named our school after a prominent educator, Mr. Iames A. Gray. To repay the kind lady who guided us on the right path in our freshman year we dedicated our section of the annual to her, Miss Kathleen Hall. To end an already full and throughly exciting se- mester, we were given another lunior-Senior on Dec- ember lfl, 1939. 145 27 hr fs X4 f Q Z

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And we won the game from Elkin with a 13-0 score. GRAY IUNE HISTORY Bobby Rominger, Historian E pluribus unum, spoke the oracle of still un- dreamed-of Gray High School, and there was formed the class of '40, Yes, there they were, one class out of many fore- lorn and flabbergastfed freshmen, flitting through the halls sans long trousers, sans silk stockings, sans alge- bra, and sans Shakespeare. How long ago? Why, I belive it was 'way back in 1936 A. D .... back when the Chicago Worlds Fair was but a fond memory and the New York and San Francisco Fairs were just a dream , . , back when the jitterbug was a dancer, and when swing music was just coming into its own. When the jute organ was considered a slot machine. People were listening to Hfireside chats for the first times, and cars were com- ing equipped with all-steel tops. But enough atmosphere. What about the lowly fresh- men we left on the granite steps of Gray? Awe-stricken, they wandered into the fold of the portals of learning. After the routine of nose-counting, they settled down to their respective home rooms, The freshman year was added to history. So, too, were some certain of the students. Others from higher grades filled their places, and time marched on. September, 1937 found an eager group of ex-fresh- men again enrolling in high school. Seasoned veterans new, they bravely faced the storm and calms of soph- omore high school life. P The sophomore year is the year of electives for the new student. For the first time he can choose a goodly part of his curriulum, and prepare himself for what he supposed to be his life's work. We studied our way through the maze of algebra and typing, and advan- ced on to greater honors, The junior year is the turing point between student and senior. The items on our program were headlined by the junior play, dues for the class treasury, and and aftermuch trouble and expense, the junior-Senior' At last. at long last, we became seniors. The thrill of being unsubordinated and experienced! And the fun of the Senior year! The pictures we had taken for the annual, trading seats in the january class' final assem- bly, and then Kid Day, when dignity is foraken for assumed inexperience and informality. The object, the crowning triumph, and the recogni- tion for four years work in high school is all crowded into the one night of graduation. Think of our pride as we are recognized for our attainments. As we receive our diplomas, we say, as did I-lovey: You to the left and I to the right, For the ways of men must sever . . . And it well may be for a day and a night, And it well may be forever. With a steady swing and an open brow We have tramped the ways together, But were clasping hands at the crossroads now In the Fiend's own night for weathersf' '4529E-rv