Lodge High School - Lodge Yearbook (Lodge, SC)

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 MHTWVf « -«•• ' ' - • «W. « ■ -. , tv I K £ CLASS MIRROR Qa the morning of September 6, 1944 our class entered high school A little shaky at the prospect of our new teacher, and thrilled at being with the grown-ups we walked into the new year with abnormally swelled heads. We found, to our surprise, Mr. Clayton was a regular fellow whom we re- spected and liked, and also that our heads were rapidly deflated because we weren't the only class in high scnool. In the ninth grade we picked up Lenora Warren, Mary warren, Marie Robi- son, Thelma Martin and Jack 0'Wuinn from Ruffin Schools and also traded Mr Clayton for Mrs. Mae Anderson. Ch, how we hated to give up Mr. Clayton, but we soon learned to love Mrs Anderson, too. Instead of the 3 Musketeers our class doubled that The 6 musketeers included Mary Folk, Violet Gibson,Kath- ryn Kicklighter, Rosa Lee Martin, Bobby Berry and Margaret Sauls. This year we thought we were jolly Juniors but were suddenly awakened to the fact that the 12th Grade had been added to high school and naturally, we were nothings'’. Miss Sauls was added to the Home Economics Department — and Mrs. Anderson moved to Smoaks. Joyce Bunton became the first housewife of our class and Fete Johns traded Lodge Schools for Carlisle Military Aca- demy in Bamberg Maybe this year we're jolly juniors ! That we must be for we're in the 11th Grade Miss Power left us this year and Miss Louise Pontious from Walter boro took over to try her hand at teaching us English. Miss lucre tia Brabham traded Lodge for Orangeburg and we Inherited Mrs. Wlldred Willis of Denmark in our Commerce Department. She was also our home-room teacher. Shortly after school started, Thelma Carson decided housekeeping for the nan she loved was much nicer than coming to school every day, so 3he left us.... Our 6 Musketeers divided into two companies—Rosa Lee, Violet and Kathryn in one and Mary, Bobby and Margaret in the other. Romances really blossomed but soon faded out as the weather grew warmer. At last---We are dignified Seniors I What few of us that are left, I mean. Mrs. Willis is again our home-room teacher, but Miss Pontious turned her duties over to Mrs. La venia Stahl. Bobby Berry became the third house- wife, followed by Grace Barnes and Jessie Lee Polk. Mary Polk is attending Columbia College and the remaining few of us are here at Lodge trying feeb- ly to make our fare to Washington in the Spring. Mrs. Willis firmly beliefs we'll make the grade and with her pulling for us we're bound to get there... Yes, we are graduating—and with us, one of the finest leaders a class could possibly have. A person who has been a friend, an excellent teacher, a good sport along with us, and the best Superintendent any school ever had, Mr. Padgett We are so glad he waited until we finished to graduate from the teaching profession. Thanks so much, Mr. Padgett, for all you've done to guide us in the right way during these five years. Honie Proveaux Charter Member Senior Class I

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 .t xt vMvmr T,, P ULMGK V.. P 3s one of those favorite Seniors He is very interested in sports, par- ticularly basketball He is one cf the test on the team. One never finds TV P. brooding over things that wJuBt have to happen • He takes them with a smile and a iotce s;hool friends Nearer and dearer than brother to brother Closer and closer re cleave to each other. On bumpy buses In childLsn fusses, Threu-h sun, rsln, or windy rushes, breathlessly we plun ect into phonics. Sinking or swtir.r.in , sin rin together. Friend 01 my own, we wore In school together Muddled by lor:ritude and latitude. Patient teachers won our ,r«titudo. Stoutly ;ve stride!, muc: berlced, Ly numbers we were guided To lengthen end widen the bars As we gazea et maps an i studied the stars Regardless of life's weather. Friend of scy heart, we were in school together Algebra was hard, geometry much harder, Shoulder U shoulder, boulder to boulder, Gallant adventurers, weary but eatzer. Through fields rou?»h and meaner. Undaunted by science’s mystery, Cal v we skimmed through history. Nothing ,;ari lengthen or weaken the tether, Friend of try soul, we were iri school together Lavinia C. Stahl «MAW W 1r.

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 ' ftg; PHCPRECY I, the writer of the prophecy, an daring to look into the future. To most of ua the future may seen a deep mystery, but as I write this prophecy I am able to visualize each member of the class as I present them toyou. My first vision is of a well known studio where their latest picture is being completed. As the vision becomes plainer I see a beautiful actress on the set making her last scene. Finally, I recognize her as an old classmate, Margaret Sauls, In a busy office I see a sturdy hand rapidlv goin through some papers. As the pounding of the typewriter begins, I recognize her as Kathryn. But wait—Kathryn has a very competent helper and her face is so familiar. Why of course.... its Violet. They’re cousins, you know, and still inseparable, it seems. Rosa Lee Martin, Betty Hudson, and Merle Folk are singing on the Briar Hopper Program in an International hook-up. The scene changes to darkest Africa where I find George H. Bowers read- ing the Scripture to his class of ex-canibals. With a mouth that never runs down he keeps them entertained. Honie Proveaux and 7 . P. Ulmer are the world’s champion typists and are putting on exhibitions in New York City for the Royal Typewriter Company. Henry Gibson, I find out, is doing a rope stunt,and with his accompany- ing wise-cracks is making a Bob Hope of himself. I see rared back in a straight chair in a small-town grocery store, none other than Roy Jones. They tell me he whispers to the mice to be quiet when customers come in so he won’t have to get up and wait on them.That boy never did forget to be lazy; For future predictions concerning you, contact Moye Padgett, Jr. He never falls to please his customers. ijgjgg waif n h w «a