Liberty High School - Scrapper Yearbook (Liberty, NC)

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1. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! 2. Birds of a Feather. 3. Joyce and her f uture brother- in-law ? ? ? ? 4. George and his inevitable books I 5. Miss Highhat. 6. Miracle of 1951, Lindy and a book 7. A bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck. 8. The popsicle crowd. 9. Uncle Sam needs the likes of you! 0. Hurry, Coach is coming!

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Billy Dodson was a member of our class, and the tragedy which claimed his life robbed us of one of its friendliest personalities. No matter where you met Billy his ready smile gave your spirits a lift. To his memory, we dedicate this page. WE GRAVE AND REVEREND SENIORS We grave and reverend Seniors, Who thought the years so slow We spent in acquisition Of things we had to know Are filled with wild excitement; At last the goal is won. We gaze in admiration Upon the work we ' ve done. The courses we have taken, The stiff exams we ' ve passed, Would indicate intelligence; With wonder we ' re aghast. The faculty, they tell us, Are equally surprised For when they found us passing They scarce believed their eyes. Perhaps it was their wisdom That dragged us up the grade. And so we ' re saying, Thank you, For good advice and aid. How often we have counted The time till holidays, And wished the hours were shorter In education ' s ways! But now we may discover What old folks say is true: Life ' s working day is lengthy, And holidays are few. Still armed with high endeavor We ' ll meet fate with a smile And strive with heart undaunted, Remembering the while If aught of greatness we achieve, If aught of good we do, The garland and the laurel wreath Belong, dear school, to you. 11

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ass Jridtoi J As our mothers and fathers looked down into our little smiling--did I say smiling?-- well, maybe quizzical, or even bawling faces while we were yet being rocked to sleep in the cradle, little could they have imaginedall of the naughtiness for which we would soon be notorious. Their high estimations of their little ones were only too soon to be shattered, for we innocent little beings were not too long in finding out that we had minds of our own and, believe me, we intended to use them. After terrorizing only a comparatively small number of people over a period of five years, a very singular and rare experience occurred in September, 1939 1 We enrolled in the first grade and took up a pattern ot life which we followed as normally as any other group for the next eight years. Then arose a very outstanding peak in our school career--we entered our ninth year of study--we were at last in high school. Those simply magnificent works of nature called Seniors, who had battled their ways to the highest achievement of achievements, namely the twelfth grade, then began to occupy a larger and larger space in our day¬ dreams. We were 35 in number and had the same outstanding characteristics that are attributed to any Freshman class--that of terrible timidity and backwardness. However, with encouraging smiles from the upper classmen and under the guiding hand of our teacher, Mrs. H. L. Jordan, we managed to compose ourselves enough to form the usual class organization with the following officers: President, Paul Wrenn, Jr.; Vice-Pres¬ ident, Colon Pickard; Secretary, Frances Flynt; Treasurer, Mary Lee Coble. This was a year of constant parties. With class dues at twenty-five cents per person each month, our treasury would occasionally reach a lump sum of around two or three dollars. On such an occasion, each member of the class would feel and almost over¬ whelming desire to celebrate. Result: one partyapproximately every other week. During this first year in high school we obtained what we considered much valuable experience, better fitting ourselves for the three yet to come. We entered our Sophomore year with an arrogant air and true disdain for those poor souls now labeled Freshmen--a title we had vanquished and left behind for other un¬ suspecting innocents. This second year passed more quickly. Under the supervision of Mr. Douglas Dickerson we re-organized and againelected officers. They were: Pres¬ ident, Joyce Overman; Vice-President, Colon Pickard; Secretary-Treasurer, Ernestine Martin. One of the main events this year was a trip to the state capital made be all the members of the class. As time passed we became more and more important (in our own estimation, any¬ way) and as Juniors we were only a step away from that ultimate goal cherished only in our fondest dreams. Mrs. J. T. Martin was our home room teacher this year and our officers were: President, Eddy Fuller; Vice-President, Bill Ward; Secretary-Treasurer, Ann Haynes Kime. Although the amount of education we soaked into our otherwise gullible minds is questionable, our Junior year proved to be quite a milestone in our high school career. We pounced upon any opportunity to have fun. For instance, the history we learned on our field trip to Guilford Battleground one day probably doubled or even tripled that learned from the lines of fine type we un-seeingly stared at during Mr. Kesler ' s History classes. As the year drew to a close, we gave the Seniors a banquet based on a Southern theme, highlighting a long-to-be-remembered portion of our high school days. The next Fall we launched ourselves, reduced now to only twenty-eight, on the final step of our four-year pilgrimage. With stout hearts we set to work and with minds quickened by three years ' experience, we wisely selected the following officers for our class: President, Eddy Fuller; Vice-President, Bill Ward; Secretary-Treasurer, Frances Flynt. To prove that our class was endowed with a flair for the dramatic, we presented a three-act comedy entitled Beauty and the Beef and duly collected our laurels after its presentation. This and other Senior projects were directed by our homeroom teacher, Mrs. Howard Johnson. In the Spring of the year we rested on our formerly obtained laurels and let ourselves be entertained by the Junior class at the traditional Junior -Senior banquet. After much worry concerning our financial status and much work to improve same, we found to our delight that we were able to make a trip to Washington, D.C. as a sort of pre-climax to our past years of association. The climax, of course, came with the graduation exercises, which served to at last set us out on our own ' , ' but not to set us apart from memories of our struggling years together. Ann Haynes Kime, Historian.