Hebbardsville High School - Varsity Yearbook (Hebbardsville, KY)

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11 We, the Seniors of 1946, being sound in mind and body — and in all other things except finances — and recognizing the great responsibility of upholding the dignity of our position, do find it necessary to will and bequeath the following to our under- classmen and teachers. To our faculty we do will our hearts full of gratitude for all they have done for us, knowing that without their help, we could have accomplished nothing. To the Juniors, we do will our dignified seats on the right of the auditorium, hoping that they will occupy them more fully. I, Marie Moss, do will and bequeath my book, How to Win Friends through Quietness, to Jean Goldsberry. I, Sara Crafton, do will and bequeath my love for Hebbards- ville to Martha Nichols, and my jolly ways to Grace Wilson. I, Joyce Crawford, do will and bequeath my love for the Junior boys to Helen Sinkhom, and my height to Ronnie Fray. I, Irene Staples, do will and bequeath my short and dumpy figure to Jean Ball. I, William Newman, do will and bequeath by winning smiles to Hugh Basket. We, the undersigned, do hereby solemnly affirm, to the best of our knowledge and belief, that this the last will and testa- ment of the Senior Class of Hebbardsville High School in the year 1946, and in the presence of the said class, I do hereby set my seal upon it. (Signed) Sara Crafton. Witnesses: Marie Moss Irene Staples -10-

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Nineteen-thirty-three was a big year for this world. Hitler came to power in Germany, Franklin D. Roosevelt was elected president of the United States, and the Class of '46 started to school. That was twelve long years ago, but many remembrances come back to us of the old academy, our first grade boat show, the mysteries of the upstairs and the office, and the cold days we would sit by the radiators for warmth. We had some happy times there. The grades passed by and finally, in September of 1942, we found ourselves in Junior High. Our class consisted of twenty- eight members, and we were quite active. When we took our final exams, there were only thirteen of us to enter high school During our Freshman and Sophomore years, we spent much time in study. During these two years, we lost a few more from our class. Pat and Mike, the twins of our class, left for the navy. Others dropped out for different reasons, and we entered the Jun- ior year with seven members. With Mrs. Gibson for adviser, and Marie Moss as presi- dent, we began to go places. The Junior-Senior Banquet was a success, as was the play, Don't Darken My Door. All stu- dents were active in extracurricular activities, especially the Glee Club and Home Economics Club. We did not take a trip that year, due partly to transportation difficulties and partly to lack of funds. But our year was full and happy, due to the guidance and efforts of Mrs. Gibson. And now as Seniors we are gathered together for the last time with all our teachers, friends, and classmates. Since we are a small class, we know we will not be missed, but we have had a good old time at Hebbardsville High. We all feel that we owe much to all our teachers and friends who have helped prepare us for the biggest school of all — The School of Life. — Joyce Crawford

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As I had been successfully established in a Beauty Shop in Owensboro, Kentucky, for nearly ten years, I decided to make a tour and find out the whereabouts of each of my classmates of 1946. I boarded a train in Owensboro for Henderson. As I got off the train, I decided to go up town and do a little shopping. I stopped at Wilson's Hardware Store and 1 heard a familiar voice. When I looked, I saw Marie Moss typing at least seventy- five words per minute. After talking with her, I found out that she was taking her vacation the next week and would like to take the trip with me. We came out by Hebbardsville, and learned that Sara was living very near. We went to their farm and found that they were very hapy in their new home. As we went on our journey, we stopped at Bowling Green, Kentucky, and found that Joyce Crawford was principal of the Business University. We had a long talk with her and learned that she had five hundred pupils at her school and sixteen teachers under her supervision. Arriving in New York City, New York, we were very much surprised to see Bill Newman head of a large hospital with a lot of good-looking nurses taking his orders. When we finally reached home, we were tired but happy. — Irene Staples. — 11 —