Hebbardsville High School - Varsity Yearbook (Hebbardsville, KY)

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ROBERT CLAYCOMB “Bob ’ Class Reporter --------- ‘47, '50 Class Treasurer---------------‘49 Commercial Club---------'48-'50 Commercial Club Treasurer -- ‘49 Business Manager of Hi-Lights '49 Cartoonist of Hi-Lights ------ ‘48 Editor of Hi-Lights...........‘50 Speech Club...............‘48-‘50 EDWARD ALLEN HAZELWOOD “Ed Freshman Class President F. F. A.----------------- 46-‘50 F. F. A. Reporter —----— ‘48-’49 F. F. A. Vice-President--- 49- 50 Sportsmen Club Reporter -- ‘49-‘50 Basketball-------------- '46-‘50 Baseball ---------------- ‘48-'50 RAYMOND ELLIS HOWARD Ray F. F. A. ............ ‘47- 50 Transferred from Utica Reporter of Junior Class at Utica Basketball at Utica---- ‘49 10

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MILDRED JAYNE BENNETT Possanna President Men love good looks, but marry good cooks. Glee Club, president-----■‘49- 50 F. H. A................... 46-'50 F. H. A. Treasurer-------- 47-,49 F. H. A. District Treasurer ‘49- 50 PANSY HAZELWOOD Tootsie” Secretary F. H. A. ---------------‘46-‘49 F. H. A., Vice-President -- 47-'49 Junior and Senior Class President Commercial Club-------- ‘48-‘50 Glee Club....... ‘46-‘47, ‘48- 50 CAROLYN DELORES GATES Vice-President • H. A................. '46-‘48 Commercial Club-------- 48-‘50 Commercial Club Treasurer---- ‘50 Class Reporter—------------- 49 Business Manager Of Hi-Lights- 50 CHARLES ELDON SMITH Smitty Treasurer Commercial Club --------- 46-'48 Art Editor of Hi-Lights---‘47- 48 F. F. A................... ‘49--50 Sportsmen Club-------- '49-'50 Basketball-------- ‘46-'47, '49-’S0 Baseball.............-.....‘49- 50 9

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Class Motto The Word American Ends With “I Can.” Flower Talisman Rose Colors Green and White Class Poem To the old school house, we ride each morn. And jump off the bus at the toot of the horn. We go to the study hall and take our seats. Then to home room, and classes we meet. We go to classes, and argue much. For we are just naturally a contrary bunch. We have class meetings and fight them out. And “Professor” runs us off, with a fruffy shout. Talk about us, we’re truly tough. All our teachers, they’re just a bluff. They preach, they yell, they huff, and get mad. While we just sit there looking sad. When we get out of school this year, It may sound funny but we'll shed a tear. It makes no difference how bad we get. We find a place for sadness yet. Our old school days are almost o’er. To Hebbardsville High, we'll come no more. We’ve set our hearts on some other goal. For day by day,, we are growing old. We know not what our future will be, We may go to college, and get a degree. Though our class is small, you'll admit we’re nifty. Never forget us--The Class Of 1950. 11