Hickman High School - Bluff Yearbook (Hickman, KY)

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CL» Wdt We, the 1950 graduating class of Hickman High School, in the County of Fulton and State of Kentucky, being of sound mind and body, do therefore, make, publish, and declare this to be our last will and testament, hereby revoking any and all wills made by us at any time heretofore. First - we order and direct that our Executrix hereinafter named, pay all our just debts and graduation expenses as soon after our departure as conveniently may be. Second - after the payment of such expenses and debts, we give, devise, and bequeath all our treasury to the high school to purchase a suitable monument in our memory. Each member of the class has a small gift he wishes to pass onto a friend or needy individual, some of these enumerated hereinafter. To next year’s Seniors, we leave the headache of publishing next year’s Bluff. To next year’s Juniors, the working ability to make enough money to take the Seniors on a trip. To next year’s Sophomores, vitamin pills to get through the next two years. To next year’s Freshmen, we leave all our sympathy and as much encouragement as we can muster because they need it. Patricia Pinkston leaves her ability to get out of those unnecessary study halls to “M ott . Harry Darnall leaves his good English books to Richard Cartwright. Here’s hoping they do him more good than they did Harry. Nancy Barry leaves her laugh to Virginia Stokes. Wayne Stoker leaves his quiet studious ways to Sidney Stone. Charlotte Ann Council leaves Bunyan to one of next year’s unfortunate Senior girls. Clara Adams leaves her black hair to some unfortunate dish-water blonde. Terry Glynn Pickett leaves his ability to guard to Billy Joe Roberts. Herman Lattus leaves his height to “Frog Wilkerson. Allen Owens leaves his scientific brain to Salty Dog . Mary Elizabeth Harrison leaves her ability to keep her man to Joyce Ross. Barbara Ann Beal leaves her dignity to Corrine Sharp. Bobby Aldridge leaves his ability to run the movie picture to Charles Hickerson so next year’s students can see some movies. Thomas McClellan leaves his ability to pick an argument in class meetings to Billy Craddock. Judy Trusty leaves her ability to finish high school in three years to Billy Terril Gar- rison. Bobby Cochrum leaves his sunny disposition to Tommy Naylor. Harold King leaves his ability to cook biscuits to some unfortunate Home Ec boy. Nadine Phipps leaves nothing for she’s taking her man with her. Peggy Rudolph leaves her patience of waiting for her man to Helen May. David Speed leaves his ability to find the Union City women to “Professor” Royce Rit- chie. Pat Stahr leaves her ability to flirt to Jo Gaddie. Frank Werner leaves his ability to never get to school on time to Jo Ann McClellan. Janeth McNeill leaves her ability to get over a broken heart to Maxine Logan. Lovetta Harrison leaves her ability to pass in all her subjects to Paula June Hornsby. Jim Grady leaves his artistic ability to Sammy Adams. Lois Brockwell leaves her book on how to reduce in ten easy lessons to Lena Margaret Lattus. Lastly, we make, constitute and appoint Miss Mildred Hopkins, our class sponsor, to be Executrix of this, our last will and testament. In witness whereof we have hereunto subscribed our names and affixed our seal, the 19th day of May in the year of our Lord, one thousand nineteen hundred and fifty. 24 1950 Senior Class

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For some strange reason I was elected unamimously to be the Class Pessimist. Wonder why? As I came in today someone remarked “What a fine day it was. I can’t understand why, just because the Sun was out for the first time in a month, birds were singing, and it was turning warmer. When I was 6 years old someone had the idea that I should go to school. What a place! At 8:30 a bell will ring (I have been looking for it, but haven’t had any luck, yet). Then a woman, namely the teacher, hands you a book and tells you to start studying it. What a waste of time! That goes on until 12:00, Then we are free and happy for only one hour. At 1:00 we start all over again. For 12 long years this kind of life goes on. Above all they give you a Report Card. They are just a nuisance and only cause more pain. The teachers don’t put even fair grades on them. If I had my way instead “A being excellent I would have “E”. Everyone is wondering how far our class will go in life. As an expert on such mat- ters, I take the liberty to say that it will surprise me if anyone in the class will ever get very much farther in the world than a ditch digger or street cleaner. Well, I guess I will quit talking now as lam getting bored by you people yawning inmy face. And in closing I will give you some good advice. If I were you, I would leave now and not wait to hear the rest of these boresome speeches. I wish that I could. Patricia Pinkston We have often heard that school days are the happiest days of our lives. We know that we have had a lot of fun in our twelve years of school, especially the last four that we have spent in high school. As class historian, I have prepared a brief history of our class during the four ex- citing years of high school. We entered high school 34 very green freshmen. Our class officers were: Jim Grady, President; Stanley Schove, Vice-Pres.; Charlotte Ann Council, Secretary; and Jeneta Mansfield, Treasurer. Our class queen was Charlotte Ann Council. Our sponsor was Miss Margaret White. The next year we were much happier because we were Sophomores and could look down on the mere Freshmen. Our officers were: Mack Jones, Pres.; Herman Lattus, Vice-Pres.; Lottie Harper, Secretary; and Clara Adams, Treasurer, and our sponsor was Miss Vivian Caldwell. It seems that all we did our Junior year was make money. We worked hard on our Junior play and it was a success. The Junior candidate for queen, Nancy Barry, was elected Miss. H. H. S. Near the end of the year, we reached the goal of our Junior year, our Junior-Senior trip! We were very proud to take the Seniors on a three-day trip to the Smoky Mountains. Our class officers were: Herman Lattus, President; Terry Glynn Pickett, Vice-Pres.; Barbara Beal, Secretary; and Jim Grady, Treasurer. Athletics have drawn from our members and honors have come to many of this class from year to year and it has always been a matter of great pride when any one of our group achieved an envied position or a well-merited honor. Six of the boys of this class have played basketball on either the first or second team, Herman Lattus, Jim Grady, Terry Glynn Pickett, Thomas McClellan, David Speed ard Bobby Aldridge. As Seniors, the largest job that faced us is the publication of our annual. To Miss Mildred Hopkins, our sponsor, we owe much of the credit for making our annual possi- ble. Some of the accomplishments of our Senior year are the Senior Play and the Box Supper. At the box supper, Peggy Ann Rudolph, a member of our class, was crowned Miss. H. H. S. There are only 25 Seniors. Our class officers are: Mary Elizabeth Harrison, Presi- dent; Lois Brockwell, Vice-Pres.; Nancy Barry, Secretary; and Patricia Pinkston, Treasurer. Our class colors are scarlet and silver, our class flower, the yellow rose. Our motto is “The reward of a thing well done is to have done it. The curtain is going down on the history of the Class of 1950, but in reality the Big Parade is just commencing. JJistor 23 Barbara Beal

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Dear Diary, May 19, 1960 I had to smile when I looked at my calendar this morning. Could you be- lieve it? Ten years have passed since my senior year in high school. And, my, what time has done to my classmates! Why, Clara Adams really married Harry Finch, and stayed right here in Hickman. And who would have believed that someday Bobby Aldridge and Frank Werner would be joint owners in the biggest drug store in town. 1 can truly say one thing, I’m sure glad Barbara Beal succeeded in making a famous dress designer for she suites my taste to a “T . Today,1 met Charlotte Ann Council in town.I always love to talk to “Red , you know she has become a big Church worker and has helped our town and children a great deal. To my surprise, yesterday, I read in the paper wheremy oldclassmate Allen Owens, who is now a famous scientist has invented something which has made the atom bomb look sick. Yesterday, my twins’, Kent and Steve, teacher, Miss Lovetta Harrison, called me again. This means another trip to school. It seems that Kent can’t stop admiring the fine work Jim Grady is doing inhis comic strip. While Steve spends all his time keeping up with Herman Lattus, that professional ball player that is on top now. After I talked totheir teacher,I wentto see the superintendent, Bobby Coch- rum. But I found him busy talking to Wayne Stoker, who is quite a busy man nowadays making speeches in all the schools. And he used to be bashful! Ha! Yesterday, I called the show manager but got his wife, Patricia Pinkston (so her name used to be). I asked her who was on tomorrow and who should she say but Pat Stahr who has taken over Esther Williams place so nicely. Not only that, but they were showing picture of “Miss America of I960” who by the way is Janeth McNeill. Today in Lois Brockwell’s Beauty Shop I heard that Mrs. Billy Joe James, who in the old days was Nancy Barry, has a new little girl. And Peggy Rudolph, who is now a telephone operator, has a new Ford. My, but she’s waitedalong time for it! After I left the beauty shop, my husband drove the twins and I downtown in our new maroon Ford to the new dentist, Thomas McClellan, for a check-up. This morning, when I answered the door bell, who should I see but Harry Darnell who is now a traveling salesman. Harry said he just had been through town and now on one of the office doors was “Pickett’s Accounting Office ” and wanted to know if that was Terry. And I told him yes. Well, 1 guess I’d better stop writing for today for my husband will be home for supper soon, which reminds me, I have a date to meet Mrs. Robert Pair, better known as Mary Elizabeth Harrison, at the drug store and get that pre- scription filled that Dr. Judy Trusty gave to me. And I’ll go by David Speed’s Grocery Store and see why they haven’t delivered my meat. Oh, there is the insurance man, Harold King, at the door. Well, bye, Diary, until I write to you again. Nadine (Phipps) 25