Henderson High School - Pep Pac Yearbook (Henderson, NC)

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Mascots Little Marsha Jordan, age three, the only daughter ot Mr. and Mrs. Frank Jordan on Belle Street, likes to sing and dance. Her favorite song is Chickery Chic. She knows an artistic inclination and the colors pink and blue most otten appear in her color book masterpieces, Little David Rose, age three, the youngest son ot Mr. and Mrs, T. B. Rose, Jr., on South Garnett Street, is interested in toy automobiles, cars, and especally red tire trucks. l-lis favorite saying is l-lubba l-lubbal , and the Seniors, by whom he was chosen as rnascot, say the same for him. 8

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FAC U LTY ROB Sc 7 ERT B. HARRISON Vocational Eclucation and Science LUCY GLENN GILL Latin CLYDE H UNTER Mathematics MONTEIN C. McKAUGHN Home Economics ANNA MOORE Commercial MARGARET SHANNON MORTON English MRS. G. E. HEWITT ience and Mathematics B ETTY ROSE PREVATTE Music SCOTT TYREE Social Studies W. T. HEARNE Band Director

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SENIQR CLASS Officers President, lVlARll.YN SEIFFIRT Secretary. HELEN liwuzrrr Vice President. BROOKS LANGSTON 7'1-easuz-er, CAROLINE l'lINCH CLASS HISTORY tThe following is a condensed form of a letter to the members of our class who have left us in the former years to join the armed forces.l Dear Fellows: War has many ill-effects. and none are more obvious tfran that of drafting teen-age boys out of high school. Several of you have left our class and are fulfilling your duties many miles from home. We have never ceased missing you, and indeed. we are very proud of you. We have kept in close contact with you these many months, and now, perhaps you would like to know just how we. as a class. have progressed since you have been gone. You will all remember that eventful day. when one hundred and sixty-five strong. we gathered in the auditorium for the Hrst time. That year was spent mostly in learning our way around school and becoming acquainted with our teachers and upper classmen. Vik- left school in May feeling that we had just begun the most adventuresome and glorious part of our lives. Nvhen we met together again in September 1942. the wir was already beginning to claim some of our number. and only one hundred and forty-eight remained. We felt closer together. and we passed successfully through another year. ln the spring, twenty-four of us were chosen for waiters and waitresses for the ever-important ,lunior-Senior dance. After donning our cigarette-girl dresses and bus-boy suits. we really looked like night club entertainers. In 1943, we were Juniors and gave a Junior-Senior prom of our own. It was a most elaborate May Frolic. com- plete with an orchestra. Our play. Dont Take My Penny was a huge success, and so was the banquet given for the cast afterwards. Every class has its own individuality. and being the junior class for two years was certainly ours. Having to give another ,lunior-Senior dance. however, wasn't exactly our idea of fun. but since our play, Yes Or No was a very profitable one. we managed to come through with a swell party. Then our class rings finally arrived. It was quite an experience. The size of our class had been cut in half. but we felt that those eighty-seven rings were the most beautiful ever made. fn the fall of 1945, when we again entered the por als of our dear Alma lvfater, it didn't seem possible that we were Seniors. But. suddenly we realized that this was our last year. and after June, we would never again be assembled as a class. We determined that we would make the best of our last year in high school. The events tumbled over each other with such rapidity. our very successful play, The Phantom Dirigiblef' the long looked forward trip to Washington, those tedious one thousand word English themes, our class day exercises, the Senior Piano recital, and the many nice Senior parties, that before we really settled down the year was gone. Now our graduation day is near at hand, and we feel prepared for whatever the future has in store. We do not want to leave. Our five years here have meant more to us than most of us now realize. We can only say, with sorrow in our hearts, ugoodbye, High School, and thanks for everything. RUTH- DENNIS. 9