Harrodsburg High School - Harrodian Yearbook (Harrodsburg, KY)

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We Sophomores gave a Christmas party in the library; this was enjoyed by all. The lunch room was sponsored largely by our class this year. Or course the Freshmen could not help, and last year we had not had a chance to show the others that we, too, could make “croquettes ' This year we sent Willie Hood Hatchett to the Latin tournament. We were proud of her, too. On May the thirtieth a declamation contest was held in the auditorium. Those who entered from our class were Frances True Brown, Willie Hood Hatchett, .Margaret Gentry, Mary Elizabeth Hutton, Eva Watts, Irene McDonley, Charles Dedman and Dora Curd. All did so well that it was very difficult for the judges to “pick a winner.” Two from our ranks received prizes, the first going to Dora Curd, the second to Margaret Gentry. Third Year When September came again we had climbed still higher—we were Juniors. This year we were to learn what “Q. E. D. stood for and we often heard “So much for that when we tacked those three letters to our propositions. The class officers were: Condit VanArsdall, president; Dora Curd, vice-president; Mary Elizabeth Hutton, secretary, and Charles Dedman, treasurer During the year the wearisome daily routine was relieved by hay-rides, hikes and weiner roasts. On May the seventeenth, we Juniors entertained the Seniors at Shakertown Inn, with the annual Junior-Senior reception. As the end of school approached Miss Elliott planned to do something “nice for her History and English classes. We wondered what it would Ik and were very much pleased when she asked us if we would like to go to Bardstown. On the Friday of review week Miss Elliott obtained a truck, the girls furnished the lunch, the boys bought the drinks and fruit and we started. We had an enjoyable trip, for many had not seen My Old Kentucky Home, and the Cathedral and school there. This year our class displayed its talents in music, drama and scholarship in the various contests. Condit VanArsdall was so fortunate as to win the scholarship contest in mathematics, while Willie Hood Hatchett received honorable mention in Latin. Fourth Year And now we have climbed to the last rung of the High School ladder of fame. We are Monarchs now—thirty-one of us. Of course we all cannot be equally famous. The honors have been distributed as follows: Class officers—President, Ruth Sandusky; vice-president, Condit VanArsdall; secretary, H. B. Allen, and treasurer, Charles Dedman. In Hi-Y, Condit VanArsdall is presiclent; Charles Dedman, secretary, and H. B. Allen, treasurer. In Girl Reservo, Dora Curd is president; Ruth Sandusky, vice-president, and Mary Elizabeth Hutton, secretary. We have been too busy for many social activities this year. One of the few parties, a masquerade, was given on Hallowe’en. Everyone had a jolly time and the girls demonstrated their knowledge of Chemistry in the following reaction: 1 gallon of milk 4- 3 cups of sugar chocolate, heated to 200C = burnt cocoa. Now our High School career is nearly ended. We have gained for ourselves a standing in old Harrodsburg. It is said that we have made more A’s than any preceding class. On the first semester honor, half of our class was mentioned. We feel that we have excelled in many activities. Soon we will go into the great world of experience. How steep and stony that road of life will be we cannot say, but we are sure that with our four years of excellent training, we will face the difficulties of that life with our heads up and with a smile. To help us in our strife we will take many pleasant memories from old H. H. S. —DORA CURD. Page twenty-two

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PROPHECY A good many years ago a dear friend “dipped into the future,” far as “human eye could see,” and wrote down the things revealed to her. I, being a close friend of her’s, was told of this paper which began like this: “’This prophecy of the Senior Class of 1980, I leave in my vault to he opened ten years lienee, if I am deceased.” It has been thirteen years since she told me of this little secret. On May 27, 1940, while going thru my diary, I happened to come upon the account of 1 his episode as 1 had written it ten years before. My friend had not been seen or heard of for five years at the time 1 was reading my account of the happy high school days. Many of her home town friends thought she had died obscurely in some small place and no one had written to us about it, as she was slow to make friends. I knew that 1 had no right to go to the old vault and take the paper, since 1 didn't know her whereabouts, but curiosity overcame my scruples and 1 could not resist the temptation. 1 went to the bank, opened the vault and took from it the forecast of our class’s future. When I returned with the papers, which were wrapped in a fragment of the dress she wore on the night of our graduation I could not read them. I sat down to think and the tears filled my eyes. The dress had been a beautiful frock, long and flowing, made of white chiffon, a dress of style and the admiration of all the Senior girls. At last I dried my eyes and began to read her interesting account of what my classmates were supposed to be doing at t li very date that 1 was reading her prophecy. I could not believe it true. Her account of the occupation of the three classmates who were the only ones remaining in tin old town was exact. There was Flora Cassell who was having the time of her life teaching Freshman Latin and first year French in Harrods-burg High School, as successor to Miss Henderson, who had resigned her position only in the last year. Then there was Marvin Kays who, with our friend. Billy Alford. had bought a half interest in the Old Fort, and now sat back puffing cigars, with money .just rolling in as the price of admission had been raised to $2.00. Very frequently they were Pajre twenty-four