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

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Snapshots I — Gay nineties. 2 — True love. 3 — Hubba! Hubba! Hubba! 4 — What say. 5 — “Cuddle up a little closer.” 6 — Johnny Weissmuller. 7 — Railroad bums. 8 — MissPriss! 9 — Alorebums. 10 — Looking for someone. ii — Crossed up. 12 — The usual hve. 13 — Big and little sister. 14 — Beautiful and alone! 15 — Twiplets?. 16 — Alcatraz inmate! 17 — We three. 18 — Ipana ad. 19 — Who are we. 20 — Studious?? 21 — Lassie come home. 22 — Wonder girl! ! 23 — Vogue. 24 — Curly, Larry, Moe. 25 — LImmmmm! We wonder? 26 — Double or nothing! 27 — Sad sacks! 28 — Dillinger. 29 — Watch the birdie! 30 — Where’s the fire? 31 — Fe-mail express! 32 — Romeo and Juliet. 33 — “Waiting for the train to come in!” [ 17 ]

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Class History I am only the tree in front of Bassett High School, but I have many memories of the Class of ’46. Like a dream it all comes over me, as I hear their laughing voices and see the smiling faces of the Seniors preparing for their last performance at Bassett High School. As my thoughts go backward through the pageant of their past life at Bassett High School, certain days and events stand out in my memory like deep shadows of the forest at twilight. During the early days of September, 1942, I became fascinated with watching the seventy-two freshmen who were launching themselves into the strange and unfamiliar stream of high school life. I recall the gay laughter of Esther Lee Ingram, the nervous giggles of Barbara Byrd and Doris Nash, the eager voice of Louise Richardson, and the enthusiastic exclamations of Herman Byrd as they gathered in a group and elected Kathryn Bassett, presi- dent, under the leadership of Miss Ann Scales, Miss Mildred Thomasson, and Mrs. A. L. Philpott. I became distressed when only forty-seven of the class returned to continue the journey through high school. It was evident that they had gained wisdom and strength from their first year’s experience, so that they began to join various clubs. I distinctly recall the sounds that drifted from the building when they tried out for the Glee Club. Oh, well! Perhaps none of them will ever sing in the Grand Old Opera, but they can at least make a joyful noise. September 18, 1944, thirty-three of the class of forty-six who had resisted currents pulling them into the world outside the school embarked enthusiastically on the last half of their journey under the guidance of Miss Ruth Whitt. They elected John Brammer, president; Magdalene Moore, vice president; Etta Moore, secretary, and Billy Young, treasurer. I see again the glow of happiness on their faces as they pass going to the Junior-Senior banquet on April 6th. I recall their united pleasure in athletics, their deep pride when Magdalene, Mary Frances, Esther Lee, Ruby, Billy, and John became members of the Beta Club, and their excitement when Esther Lee and Magdalene were selected for the May Court. I can hear again their merry voices as they planned a mock wedding for assembly. My branches tremble when I recall the excitement after examinations as they rushed out of the building exclaiming, “I passed! I’m a Senior!” “I am thankful that we are to finish our journey here and sail out into the sea of life into a world of peace,” is a thought expressed by the twenty-five seniors as they registered on September 6, 1945. I recall their happy voices electing their class officers. First to be elected was Magdalene Moore, president; Esther Lee Ingram, secretary; Barbara Byrd, treasurer, and Billy Young, vice president. They were anxious to prove themselves capable of accomplishing the difficult task connected with Senior life so that they immediately elected the annual staff. I was astonished at their self-confidence and eagerness as they went forth to try their wits peddling ads. I can feel again the breathless silence of the room while the class waited for the voice of Herman Byrd to come to them over the sound system making a sales talk for “Timber Tints.” I trembled with fear for the life and limbs of D. L. Kendrick and Eloise Smith, coming down those steps with their eyes fastened on their Beta Club pins. On November 16th, I shook with the wave of excitement which swept the school when the first issue of Under the Bell of Bassett High came off the mimeograph with Martha Stultz the proud editor. I am sure the Senior heads swelled, at least they appeared larger to me, the day Miss Matney measured them for their caps and gowns. They were filled with that excitement which comes to all individuals on the threshold of the end. The Senior boy having the highest average each six-week term was invited to attend the meetings ' of the Rotary Club for the following six weeks. The Senior Home Ec. Class was pleased and happy with the success of the tea which they gave the faculty and Seniors. The sigh of the Seniors and their sponsors. Miss Matney and Miss Morris, as D. L. and John started the annual on its trip to the press shook me from my top to my roots. This task accomplished, the class enthusiastically started the Senior Play, “Brother Goose,” by William David- son, to be given on y pril 12, 1946. As I saw the Seniors pass going to the banquet, I longed to go with them. Now, I can see that the Seniors are happy and yet there is a sadness that comes to everyone at parting. They are leaving now, carrying with them indelible impressions of right living, gleaned from their years experience here. [ 16 ]

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SENIOR TOTS Herman Byrd •Mary F. Joyce D . L . Kendrick, Jr . I John Brammer Betty R.Ingrail Ruby Roberson ’ Ji SLgdalene Moore i Douglas Looney Emily Martin Tommy Giles Doris Hash Louise Richardson Frances Jones Eloise Smith Frances Spencer Glenwood Hutchinson Barbara B; ’ ' rd Martha Stultz i Mildred’ Franklin Christine Horsley Billy Young Esther Ingram Annie R.Whitlol