Central High School - Warrior Yearbook (Memphis, TN)

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—SENIOR EDITION® 1939 O o a = = Soe AS Si SSS Left to r°ght—Editor-in-Chief, Arthur Grehan, Jr.. Business Manager, S. L. Kopald, Jr.; Assistant Editors, Graham Mangrum, Isadore Epstein; Contributors, El len Cohen, Amelia Cocke, Mary DeLoach, Cecelia Hill, Charlotte Kinecannon, Mildred Partridge, June Ann Tann.

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CENTRAL HIGH WARRIOR Our Principal MR. CHARLES P. JESTER The help of one person stands out in 1939 senior history—our principal, Mr. Jester. His efforts, co- operation, and kindness have been given to us unsel- fishly, and the entire class wish to express their thanks and best wishes to him. May he continue lis good cheer and happiness to the graduating classes of the future.

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CENTRAL HIGH WARRIOR Class History Wide-eyed, gaping, green, three hundred and fifty lost individuals stood in the hal- lowed corridors of Central High three years ago, and wondered why they, so recently graduates, would be feeling so pitifully small and unimportant. That embarrassed group of freshmen was none other than the illus- trious Senior Class of 1939! A change of attitude came over those seared freshmen after the first few weeks; they began to feel their oats, began to learn the tricks of the trade, and it wasn’t long before they knew what the score was. Why shouldn’t they catch on quickly — weren’t they going to be the best class ever to gradu- ate from Central High? Now they knew the ropes. Now they were infinitely more important. Wasn’t one of their own number an indispensable member of the football team? Weren’t two of their fellow-classmates officers of the student gov- ernment? Weren’t they all busy presiding at club meetings, participating in tourna- ments, taking an active and important place in school affairs? Weren’t they to be seniors - the very next year—the graduating class of 1939? They were the body of the school. They were the class in the middle—with one behind to push, and one ahead to pull. They looked with pity and understanding on the lowly freshmen; they looked with tolerance and secret and envy on the senior class, who had ceased to be revered deity, and had mira- culously been transformed into some of their most intimate friends. With the close of school that junior year, the class of 1939 was exalted, sensing the excitement of the heavy responsibility that would rest on their cap- able shoulders the followmg year. Busy, important, respected, three hundred and fifty eonfident upper-classmen rush through the well-known halls of Central High and wonder why they should be feeling sor- rowful and reluctant to say farewell. They may not be aware of it, but there is a reason for their feeling of sadness—there are many reasons, not the least of which is the enjoyment of the last three years to- gether. Playing, laughing, cheering, cram- ming, picknicking, the Senior class of 1939 has spent three very busy, full years. In- teresting years and important years they were, too—years of maturing friendship, years of good companionship, years spent with those who had something in common with them and who were able better than anyone else to understand their victories and defeats as they were experiencing the same triumphs and downfalls. The day of glory came—the class of 739 were Seniors! The rosy light of the prim- rose path led them to the middle of the year. The joys of football games, Christmas holi- days, and elections were past. The process of graduation and all that it entails was ahead. There were rings to select, invita- tions to order, caps and gowns to be meas- ured for. Hvery day brought more things to do than there was time in which to do them. Committees to meet, fees to collect, colleges to be decided upon, pictures to be taken, examinations to study for—for these left very little time for lighter matters. They did manage to squeeze in that hilarious dress- upday, and an afternoon of dancing, and it was generally agreed that these events were definitely worth the effort. Now all the excitement is over; there’s no hurry, no-rush, and the hardest thing to bear is that fact that the class of ’89 are no longer Seniors. They are freshmen again—fresh- men if they continue their studies in college, freshmen if they go to work, and above all, freshmen in the school of experience. 19 So the class of 739 has come and gone, and their history lies in the annals of Central’s records. —HELLEN COHEN Page Seven