Hickman High School - Bluff Yearbook (Hickman, KY)

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Soon I saw in the distance a huge neon sign which read Harris-Davis Motor Company. I knew this must be Delane Davis and Midget Harris, so I rushed down to see my old buddies. These two have made a small fortune as Olds- mobile-Cadillac dealers. Soon David Rice came in and joined our conversation. David had bought a new Ford truck in Louisville and wanted the Harris-Davis mechanics to give it a 2000 mile check-up. David has become one of the most successful farmers in the South and now owns 1000 acres of his own. Later I passed the super market and almost bumped into Ruby Broyles Hughes who was doing the weekly shopping for her family. Ruby and Robert are another couple who came back to Hickman to settle down. It surely feels good to be back home, and I've decided I won't let another decade pass before I come back again! I'm the class grumbler this year, and I have a few gripes to make public! Seems like nobody wanted to listen to my opinion before, so I am going to air my griefs now while I have the right and no one can stop me. For instance, why does everyone have to dislike the seniors? We finally made the grade and everyone ought to be glad we're finally through school. And of all the boring, useless subjects we have to take, we have to study English! If we can't talk before we are in high school, we might as well quit anyway. After we're nice enough to put up with these monotonous courses for several weeks, the teachers have the nerve to insult our intelligence by send- ing report cards home for our parents to sign! Like I was saying the other day, Dog gone! here it is 8:00 already; I'll probably be late for school again and have to stay in and copy Webster's Dictionary a couple more times. Anyway, I can't see why we even have to go to school today - it's such a fine day for fishing, and here I have to go sweat through chemistry and economics, and I don't know what all. Well, we slip and slide through twelve long years of listening to teachers fussing, wagging home report cards, books and such, and the only think I can see that all this is worth is the Junior - Senior trip in the spring. Seriously, I once read that Your school days are the happiest days of your life. and I have found that this is true. Well, I think I had better sit down because I think I see a gleam in the principal's eye, but I think now you see my point of view. PAUL MANSFIELD BOBBY NEWSOM CLASS MOTTO: The world holds for every man his own world, be it large or small. CLASS COLOR: White and Blue CLASS FLOWER: White carnation 18

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«y Only this morning my plane arrived in Paducah bringing me back to Ken- tucky for a visit. During the past ten years I have been so busy with my weekly television show, in which Teresa Brewer and I co-star, that I have been unable to come home, even for a visit, until now. So it was that until today I knew very little of what had become of my old classmates at H.H.S. My first big surprise of the day came when I boarded the plane in New York and was greeted by Pat Townsend, airline stewardess. Pat said that her work was fascinating, but her career was soon to come to an end as she was engaged to the pilot of the plane. She told me that Jack Moore has recently made head- lines for being the second man in history ever to bail out of a jet plane at supersonic speed and live to tell it. Jack has lived an exciting life as a jet test pilot and has become quite famous in the flight world. My chauffeur met me at the Paducah airport and together we drove to Hickman. My! How the town has changed in just ten years. I was amazed to see new homes, a new school building, swimming pool and many other civic improvements until 1 learned that Mayor Russell Minton was responsible for all this through his City Beautiful campaign. One of the most modern and eye-catching homes belonged to Nancy and Bud Halterman. Of course you know that Nancy is the former Miss Nancy James. I stopped down town so that I could see old friends and familiar buildings which I hadn't seen for ten years. Among the largest and most beautiful of the new buildings was the Rexall Drug Store owned by Bobby Newsom. I went in to see my old pal Bobby and he invited me out to his place for a couple of days of squirrel hunting. He had bought 500 acres of squirrel woods which he called his paradise. Also in the drug store was Delores Phipps who was in for her 10:00 coffee. Delores told me she planned to soon quit her job as secretary to the city attorney as her husband wanted her to stay at home more. She and Bobby told me of many of our old schoolmates who had left Hickman. I was surprised to hear that Tommy Hooker had not returned to Hickman in ten years either. It seems that Tommy has become so successful as a scientist that he seldom leaves his private laboratories, and his latest invention, when released, is supposed to make the hydrogen bomb seem like a toy! Two of our old friends are living in Memphis now. Virginia Sue Bradley is modeling at Goldsmith's, and Billy Ramsey is chief projectionist at the Malco Theater. They also told me that Nancy Hollis is director of the baton twirlers in the University of Arkansas marching band, and Harold Lloyd Ross is preparing to take Adolph Rupp's place next year as coach of the University of Kentucky WILDCATS. Delores said she often heard from Betty Wilmath Ketchum. Betty and Carlos are building a new home in Newbern, Tennessee to have more room as their family now numbers five. 1 was amazed to learn that Shirley French is in Africa on a safari with her husband, who is a wild animal trapper. As much as we were enjoying talking over old times together and laughing about our high school days, it was getting late and Bobby and Delores had to get back to work so we said good bye and went our separate ways. I had walked only a block down the street when I came upon Blincoe's Pool Room. I went in and was greeted by Joe himself who was dressed in a tuxedo and was smoking a $1. 00 cigar. Never has there been such a stream- lined pool room! Velvet draperies, wall to wall carpets, mahogany tables, and ivory cue sticks decorated his establishment. I was pleased to see that another member of the class of '54 had made good. Joe and 1 talked together for an hour or so before I left him and continued my stroll down the street.

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CL aAS Poem Ouiet everyone! Lend your ears and listen - Other classes have passed this way, but never a class like this one. Joe Blincoe is a ladies' man; his motto is Get 'em while you can. He thinks he knows girls like a book; he is, after all, our Hickman wolf. Ruby Broyles is truly a swell girl to know; when you're around her, you don't want to go; She means a lot to the Senior Class, and has won each heart, and will to the last. Delane Davis is full of wit; quiet and still he can never sit; But Delane's okay if you treat him right; To the Senior Class he's a funny sight. Shirley French, who is fond of school, seldom ever is late or breaks a rule; She loves to study and loves to learn, but if it's right or not is of little concern. Roger Harris, our little man, does good deeds whenever he can; If he can help you in any way, he's glad to do so every day. Nancy Hollis, our class room flirt, is very fond of a sweater and skirt; But she's awfully cute and terribly smart, and she always completes anything she starts. Thomas Hooker is an athletic boy; basketball playing to him is a joy. Thomas will amount to something someday, if he doesn't let laziness get in his way. Nancy James has grown quite a lot; when she came into high school she was just a tot. So now it seems she is really grown, and her only wish is to keep Bud alone. Paul Mansfield is out to have a good time; he tells all girls the same old line; But they rise to his line, swallow hook and all, and he's as happy then as before they fall. Russell Minton, or Russ we all say, has been with us many a happy day In H.H.S., our past dear home, but he's leaving us now to go out on his own. Harold Moore, or Jack to you, has been with the class all the way through; He has never deserted them or turned them down, and always stayed in Hickman town. Another sport both brave and true, Bobby Newsom is the lad for you; On the annual staff he's sure to be the best editor you could ever see. A senior who is not new to you is Delores Phipps, so sweet and true; She always greets you with a smile, and her freindship too is well worth while. Billy Ramsey is a lively lad, Bill , for short, was the nickname he had; He was the projectionist at the show, but that of course you very well know. David Rice, a senior lad, is a chum this class has always had; His working days are almost through; then to Hickman he will bid adieu. Harold Ross, the star of the basketball team, is quite dignified, and yet he can seem to be your age, no matter how young; he has a sharp wit and a sharper tongue. Patricia Townsend is trim and neat. Her disposition is very sweet. We'll remember the deeds she's done in the past and may she never be forgotten by the Senior Class. Betty Wilmath is in the married line. She captured Carlos after a time. We hope she's happy and her love is true. In a little apartment built for two. A girl to all who is very dear, is Joyce Yates as you will hear; I'm sure that now you can see, a poet I shall never be, but now that we have done our part, We'll miss you all, and that's from the heart. As farewells happen every day Best Wishes is all that we have to say. VIRGINIA BRADLEY 19