Hebbardsville High School - Varsity Yearbook (Hebbardsville, KY)

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Prophecy I have kept a diary for the past several years about what has happened to the members of the class that was graduated in 1950 from Hebbardsville High School. Now, glancing over the well - filled pages, I find that each member is almost permanently settled for life. Here is an item dated June 1954, is the announcement of Mildred Bennett's wedding. It seems that Mildred did not use her training to be an airline stewardess after all. The only time she nears the airport now is when she goes out with her husband to fuel up . According to the entries in my diary, Carolyn Gates, after finishing her business course at Lockyear’s Business College in May, 1951, has been managing the Illinois Brokerage Company. Although now, Carolyn’s parents announced her engagement on June 1954, to a New York designer. Robert Claycomb was graduated in 1960 with his Ph. D. degree. He has been increasing his knowledge for the last several years, but has now accepted a position as a faculty member at Harvard University. Edward Hazelwood is now at the University of Kentucky in the Agriculture Department. He completed his schooling there in 1954, and has since been employed to do research work. Charles Smith is in Wisconsin, employed as a game warden. It seems, according to the pages in my diary, that he left on August 17, 1951, on a hunting and fishing trip and has never returned. One of the most thriving businesses in Henderson County is operated by Raymond Howard. My diary relates that Raymond set up his own coal company in October, 1952, and since then has monopolized the coal business. As for myself, I was graduated from college in 1953. I immediately accepted a position and for the last eight years have been employed as a stenographer for two well - know lawyers in Indianapolis. 13

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Class Will We, the seniors of Hebbardsville High School, realizing that our days in this institution are drawing to an end, and being of fairly sound mind (after these long, twelve years) do will and bequeath these, our dearest possessions to our teachers and under classmen. I, Pansy Hazelwood, do will and bequeath my bashful ways and tidy manners to Laura Williams. I, Carolyn Gates, do will and bequeath my calm attitude toward boys to Thelma Hazelwood. I, Mildred Bennett, do will and bequeath my love for beautiful dresses to Martha Galloway. I, Robert Claycomb, do will and bequeath my studious and dignified ways to Buddy Newman. I, Charles Smith, do will and bequeath my quiet ways to Ronald Goldsberry. I, Raymond Howard, do will and bequeath my quietness and good manners to Jimmy Boswell. I, Edward Hazelwood, do will and bequeath my short , blond, stubby hair and heavy beard to Ernest Wilson. To the juniors, we do will our dignified seats on the right side of the auditorium, hoping that they will occupy them more fully. To Miss Grant, we do will and bequeath a new, large typing room that is well heated and lighted. To Mrs. Babb, we do will and bequeath a new set of Pilgrims' Progess, because a new set will surely be needed in another two years. To Miss Henn, we do will and bequeath a well equipped home economics room. To Miss Briscoe, we do will and bequeath a new set of history books so that she may instruct the students in the future. To Mr. Paff, we do will and bequeath a sound-proof band room and a worry- proof skin to meet his many music problems. To Mr. Riddle, we do will and bequeath an even better basketball team next year-- with at least two 6 foot 10 inch players. To Mr. Lindenberg, our principal, we do will and bequeath a large, modern, well-equipped office, and an efficient secretary. We do hereby solemnly affirm to the best of our knowledge and belief that this is the last will and testament of the Senior Class of Hebbardsville High School -- 1950- 12

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1950 Class History Our memories take us back to 1938 when we be.gan our first year at Hebbardsville. We had a good time that year, we met many friends, and learned how to read and write. We continued on our journey, gathering bits of knowledge here and there, until our journey came to an abrupt halt, and we found ourselves in the seventh grade. Many new members were added to our class that year, and we discovered we were mighty powerful. Yes indeedy, mighty powerful. After a three - month vacation, we passed on into the eighth grade, fewer in number, but higher in hopes. Then came commencement and we entered high school with 25 members. We were Freshmen! Imagine! Finally! The class will never forget those days, we thought we were about the only persons in the world, but that was soon changed. In a month we had found our places, and had taken up the spirit of high school. And, oh yes, we elected Edward Hazelwood president. Then we were Sophomores -- and were we silly -- but we had fun. For our chief executive that year, we elected Pansy Hazelwood. Pansy's administration was so fruitful that we elected her Junior president also. We were really jolly, although we had only nine members -- this being partly due to the intervention of Mr. Daniel Cupid. Seniors -- yes the next year we were seniors -- the goal, or rather the place, we had looked forward to for so long had been reached. It was really one full year, crowded with so much, that for one short year we were a very busy little group, and such a happy one. The most important of the four years of high school is the last one, and consequently to be president of the class at that time was a great honor. To lead the class -- now narrowed down to seven members — we elected Mildred Bennett, who did a splendid job. Like all good things, school too must come to an end, but what an end! May exams ! Class Night! Bacculaureate ! Commencement! Diplomas! Was this graduation? Was it possible that school for us was drawing to a close? i’ll say, and we were mighty glad, too. You see, we didn't realize that we were just about to enter the threshold of life s struggle. It seems that we are about to begin another four years of happier days than those past -- let us hope so. Now, come the real trials. And so, we the graduating class of 1950, part frorr the halls of dear old H. H. S., never to enter its doors as students again, — never except in memories. 14