Hebbardsville High School - Varsity Yearbook (Hebbardsville, KY)

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CLASS WILL We, the seniors of the Hebbardsvillc High School, realizing that our days in this insti- tution arc drawing to an end, and being of fairly sound mind (after these twelve years) do will and bequeath these, our dearest possessions, to our teachers and underclassmen: I, Dorothy Ball, do will and bequeath my art in teasing and my ability to pout to Mary John Nichols. I, Jean Bennett, do will and bequeath my singing ability and use of slipper spoons to Custa Craig. I, Marie Boswell, do will and bequeath my everlasting chatter to Jean Newman. I, Mildred Broadlcy, do will and bequeath my privilege of playing the piano in chapel to James Reeder. I, Irvin Byrne, do will and bequeath my curly hair to Frank Long. I, Edward Claycomb, do will and bequeath my smallness of stature and ability to play basketball to John Pruitt. I, Charles Mayor Denton, do will and bequeath my living quarters in the eighth grade section to Walker Knight and Harold Sanderfur. I, James Nunley, do will and bequeath my height and my placed hair to Albert Crafton. I, Clarice Reeder, do will and bequeath my bashful ways to Eva Long. I, Raymond Sigler, do will and bequeath my curly hair and Dutchman physique to Milton Howard. I, W. D. Staples, do will and bequeath my quietness of nature and love for Hebbardsville to Agnes Mills. I, Marilyn Jones, do will and bequeath my love for late hours to Martha Hazelwood. I, Lulu Johnson, do will and bequeath my shy and laughing ways to Joyce Newman. I, W. D. Reach, do will and bequeath my love for the hills to Ben Johnson. I, Christine Newman, do will and bequeath my art in being a favorite among the teach- ers to Charlotte Priest knowing she will be grateful. I, James Newman, do will and bequeath my sheikish ways and ability to swim Green River to Clarence Griffin. I, James Gilmore, do will and bequeath my shyness toward girls to Billy Hazelwood. I, Joe Williams, do will and bequeath my friendly advice to Joe Lockett Crafton. We the Seniors, in all due respect, do will and bequeath the following to our dear teachers: To our principal, Mr. Sharp, we will and bequeath a dozen lunch pails; may he always have one at home. To our English teacher, Mr. Galloway, we will and bequeath a Bible. May he find further information for his friendly sermons of advice he delivers. To our basketball coach Mr. Powell, we will and bequeath a large size bottle of Stay- Back for his unruly hair. To our Agriculture teacher, Mr. Ramsey, we will and bequeath a self-rocking cradle. May it prove helpful after a hard days work. To our study hall teacher. Miss Royster, we will and bequeath an electric elevator to run from the basement to the second floor with enough room to accommodate her entire class. To our Home Economics teacher, Mrs. Farley, we will and bequeath a self-managing lunch room to relieve her of some of her duties. To the grade teachers, we will and bequeath a pencil and tablet to use for taking names in the hall. We hereby constitute and appoint our principal executor of this our last will and testimony. In witness thereof, we hereunto set our hand and seal, this 16th day of May, 1941. SENIOR CLASS

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CLASS MOTTO Where there’s a will, there’s a way. CLASS FLOWER Blue Violets CLASS COLORS Royal Blue and White CLASS POEM MEMORIES There comes the day in everyone’s life When he has to start on his own. And we have nearly reached the height, When each thinks he is grown. We’ve studied hard to reach our goal. Our teachers have been a great help. All the way it seemed so slow, We’ve taken it step by step. We won’t forget our classmates and friends, Though we’ll soon be drifting apart; Traveling on the roads of faith and hope, With a memory and a song in our hearts. Our days are now drawing near, In the school we’ve loved and cherished. The wind seems to say to those who listen, Success, Success and good cheer.” Joe Priest Williams.

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CLASS PROPHECY One afternoon last week as I was strolling across the back of the plantation enjoying the lazy May sunshine I came upon the negro quarters. Old Aunt Mary was sitting in the cool shade of a large oak tree. Aunt Mary was a great lover of cards, and she was shuffling through the deck as 1 came upon her. After some persuasion she consented to teach me her art of fortune telling with cards. Since it was so close to graduation, I was curious to find what the future had in store for each of my classmates. I started out with Dorothy Ball: Dorothy, you surely have been wishing a lot. At last your wish comes true. 1 see you piloting a great airliner for the Southeastern Lines carrying the president to Hot Springs for his annual visit. Jean added a ray of sunshine with her singing to the environment of the leading shoe store in town. Marie no longer has to look over the fence, instead, with less trouble she can look across the breakfast table with a smile radiating joy and happiness. Mildred, usually science is a man’s job, but I saw you as a big contributing influence in the success of one of our leading scientists. Irvin, the cards reveal your accepting a three year contract with Kay Kyscr’s band. Congratulations! Edward can no longer be called the small fry of his class because I saw him as a manager of a large western ranch, and in the evening when the moon was beginning to rise, I could hear the faint strains of a guitar coming through the nights breeze. Good luck, Bubbic. 1 shuffled the cards well since I was coming to Charlie but they would not lie. Charlie had taken over the janitorship of the school and was patiently waiting for a certain underclassman to graduate. The cards seemed to radiate happiness when 1 came to Jack Gilmore. They passed lightly through my hands for they pictured a happy Gilmore family located on the largest farm in this section. I expected Lulu to go higher, but never did 1 expect her to leave ground. The cards told me that she was one of the most charming hostesses on the Trans-Atlantic Clipper. I was curious to find out whether our class predictions for Marilyn would always come true. Sure enough they will, Marilyn, for the cards told me that in addition to being a house- wife you would be an operator of a large beauty salon. W. D. Reach, the cards offer a relief from this long time weighing of meat and handling of cans at the Red Front Store. You have become manager of a large chain of groceries in the East. As we shuffled the cards a smile came across Aunt Mary’s face for she heard the voice of Christine rise and expand as she called her other half from work. The New York Yankees are sure to come back in first place this season, because I saw Jimmie Newman signing a fat contract of $7S,000 as pitcher. As I dealt from the top of the deck, I heard the roar of a bus, and as the picture came in view, I saw a huge bus terminal. The bus was just pulling away and standing on the curb overseeing the job was none other than our tall and handsome Jimmy Nunley. I was pleasantly surprised to find that the city of Henderson had become a beautiful residential suburb of Evansville, and operating in this section one of the largest dining rooms was Clarice Reeder. Admiral Kimmcl only paved the way for naval fame for Henderson, for the cards fore- tell the entire Pacific fleet under the command of Raymond Sigler. We have all enjoyed teasing W. D. Staples about his loafing, but as I sec it through the cards the spending of leisure time on nail kegs on store porches has afforded opportunity for numerous inventions and discoveries, in addition to his advice to the oncoming generations in his new book entitled How to Use Your Leisure Time” or If You Can’t Find Anything to do, Just Sit Down.” After a thorough and final shuffling to make sure they would reveal the truth, I began to unfold the future of Joe Priest. It was late fall, and Joe was riding high on his recent victory as prosecuting attorney for the state, and above the chatter I heard his voice reply in a Wilkie- like fashion, Yes, 1 shall still find time to visit my farms in Henderson County.”