John D Bassett High School - Timber Tints Yearbook (Bassett, VA)

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Prophecy When I first joined this honorable class In the year 1926, If I’d thought I would have had to prophesy, I would have been in an awful fix. But now as I look into the glass crystal At the Class of ’3 9, I see a group of promising citizens, With clean, honorable minds. I look into the glass crystal. Ah, I see our Tom Sawyer, David Giles, who led our class. Now leading the New York lawyers. He was walking up the Court House steps, When we met, he clasped my hand; He invited me into court, To listen to his witnesses on the stand. As we walk into the court, I asked, Who are you defending in this trial?” Why,” he looked so funny and said, Willie Shanker and Terrell Clarke.” You should have seen my eyes. As the judge called the court to order. The prisoners are brought under guard. They are dressed in costly suits. For bank robbery they were charged. The jury I hadn’t noticed. But now I began to look. To study their faces and their ways. For it looked as if the prisoners were hooked. There as the foreman of the jury; I had to look twice to make sure, Thurman Brammer, the great electrician. No member of them was more true. There sitting beside him In the very next seat, Was J. T. Williams, the great rancher, He raises the world’s finest wheat. Next to J. T. Williams, Why it’s Christine Ingram, I see The wife of a furniture worker, A model housekeeper is she. I only get a glimpse of who’s behind her, At first, I thought she would like to see them hanged with a rope. Why that’s Juanita Leftwich! You should read the books she has written.

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Early in the spring, the Junior class made a great achievement by winning the first prize in the amateur show. The Joint Literary Society was organized and Juanita Leftwich was elected vice- president and Beatrice Yeaman, secretary. When the exams were over, we went out the door smiling because the Juniors of today would be the dignified” Seniors of tomorrow. The fourth glimmer shines with a white radiance, but there is no need of a re- minder of that last year in school because always it will stand out in my treasure of memories. Back again under the guidance of Mr. Cooper, twenty-seven seniors elected as class officers: David Giles, president; Christine Ingram, vice-president; Juanita Left- wich, secretary; Virginia Davis, treasurer; Mary Kinney, reporter. Miss Anne Hover came to teach the seniors English 4. Claude Shockley, Lucy Stone, and Ruby Hylton had left us to go to another school. ’Fessor Hoover’s Gang was again published by the Senior Class and Beatrice Yea- man was selected to be editor-in-chief. Early in the fall, we started the Timber Tints of ’39 with Juanita Leftwich as editor-in-chief, and Mr. Taylor and Mr. Cooper as sponsors. The class called a meeting to select the recipients of the various class honors. The following were elected: Kenneth Jones as Prophet; Sadie McCraw as Poet; Alma Cole- man as Framer of Last Will and Testament; Doris Berry, Song Composer; and Juanita Leftwich, Historian. The Valedictorian was Beatrice Yeaman, while Juanita Leftwich was Salutatorian. Ah, what is this? The Seniors with downcast faces! I remember, Mr. Cooper, our teacher, was leaving to go to another school, but Mr. Robert Taylor came to be our home room teacher and we were happy again. In the spring, the Senior Class, under the direction of Miss Anne Hover, pre- sented a play The Young Imp” which scored a great success. Alma Coleman and Mary Virginia Morris had the leading parts with Mary Kinney, Sadie McCraw, Thur- man Brammer, J. A. Eggleston, Terrell Clark, Doris Berry, Juanita Leftwich, Kenneth Jones, and Frances Prillaman as supporting cast. The Beta Club again resumed their duties under the leadership of Mr. Hoover. Doris Berry was elected president, Juanita Leftwich, treasurer, and Katherine Ramsey, reporter. Other Senior members of the club were Christine Ingram, Robert Hutcher- son, Mary Virginia Morris, Beatrice Yeaman, and Mary Kinney. Again the Joint Literary Society was organized, and Virginia Davis was elected president; Mary Kinney, vice-president; Christine Ingram, critic; and Willie Shanker, sergeant-at-arms. Another point of interest in the Senior Class history was the entrance of George Philpott, David Giles, Christine Ingram, Alma Coleman, Dossie Plybon, Sadie McCraw, and Rodes Boyd into the first grade and are now graduating together. I recall the merriest event of the year which was the Junior-Senior Banquet given at the Riverside Hotel. Now the glimmers retreat as if a shadow had come over them and all the memories fade but dreams, idealistic dreams replace them. So we, the Senior Class of ’3 9, stand and look into the future. Juanita Leftwich.

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Robert Hutcherson is the next of the jurymen, He was never strong, tall, nor stout. But he’s made good in his life work. He has the world’s largest paper route. Anyone would know who is behind him. She always reminded me of a withered gardenia. But her pictures, you see in all the magazines, Alma Coleman, National Broadcasting Company’s greatest comedian. Mary Virginia Morris is also on the jury, A very well-known little lady, For the advice she gives to women. On the care of small babies. Next on the jury I would know with a glance. Yes, Frances Prillaman, the originator Of that new dance Called, Around the Potato.” Sitting high and above all the rest A young man, and they come no finer. Than Thomas Wiggington The great airplane designer. Who is next on the jury? Yes I mean that red-headed dame, Katherine Ramsey, don’t you recognize her? For new hair styles, she’s won fame. Gladys Vernon is also on the jury. And she’s not a teacher nor a preacher. But one of the world’s Greatest Home Ec. teachers. Rodes Boyd is the eleventh juror. All over the United States he has gained fame. For he is the driver of the N and W’s Fastest Streamline Train. Witness after witness is called to the stand. It looks as though the prisoners will pay for their sins; I’m beginning to get very worried. I’d hate to hear sentence passed on my friends. I’m beginning to get restless in my chair. The judge called, Virginia Davis, take the stand.” I feel relieved all at once. For I know she’ll lend her old pals a hand. Virginia was in the bank at the time of the crime. You can tell by her eyes she’s plenty sore; But always helping her friends this way, She exclaimed, I’ve never seen them before!” The evidence was produced. And the jury retired. But in a few minutes, returned I was very restless, fidgety, and tired.