Milan High School - Bulldog Yearbook (Milan, TN)

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We lost several of our boys to Castle Heights who could have made that year even more hectic. But as if we didn't have enough trouble oft our own, we were plagued with the coming of Joyner ard his machine. say, remember the time Betty lleadows brightened a dull day by putting s. tack in lr. Brad berry's seat? 1.0.61 Z Each of these years were highlighted with the Spanish C1ub's colorful Fiestas, the Dre.- mstic C1ub's clever plays, and those all-exciting Beauty Rgviews. At last we cane into our own. We were the Seniors of llilsn High. lg differed again there as being the first Senior Class to divide itself against itself with the resultant ef- feot of two sets of officers. This rasn't too surprising as split party was the national trent for '47-48. But with our two competent sponsors, llrs. Haun and Urs. Davidson, at the helm, things were soon on s. comparatively even keel. All year we were able to demonstrate our salelnanship ability by selling ads for our Annual and the Bulldog Chatter, sponsored as class projects. In closing, there are two very important dates we would like to record--January 9, 1948, and January 19, 1948. In case you have forgotten, the first was the lemorial Day e unanimous vote was taken in our class and the second records the first llonday the cafeteria forgot to serve m spaghetti. ' Your Historian , llethilde Jackson . G N I X 1 ' 'K 6525-4 f L-Q-aj M 29

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Cfass gflsto ry Of our present class of '48, composed of 50 inmates, only seven began this long and treacherous Journey together. These original seven are Don David Sidney McLemore, Mildred Evans, Edwin Hill, Mathilde Jackson, and ing began in the year Mr. J. P. Bradberry took the reins of Milan to drive a little knowledge into our little senseless heads. le Jones, Sara Jane Bryant, Glynn Holt. Our school- Grammar School and tried have proof positive that it didn't work in the human forms and minds of Moe and Redbird. Oh! Our grammar school days! They were mingled with the fears of ye old hickory stick and the joys of recess, times in between being spent in relaxation and diversion. Who could ever forget the dancing school under Miss Babe Hamilton, the endless number of plays and can- tawas directed by Mrs. Mozelle Harper and others, beauty reviews, Blue Ribbon parades, track meets, Kiddy Band, marching at Strawberry Festivals, and all the chaotic situations we were always adept to putting ourselves into. Remember the incident when Miss Nola was chasing Billy Ray Frazier with a black jack or some other such omnious looking weapon held threating- ly in her hand? She forgot the bottom table drawer was open in the mad chase and when they picked her up, she was suffering a broken wrist. Bradberry launched a head washing, shoe shining, and underwear inspection campaign. We were known as the 'Reeking Iaifs' in'them days. He also tried to militarize those of us at the North Main Street School with marching and physical ed. to weaken our forces and counter- act the military trend. He launched a program at Park Avenue School for folk dancing for the other section of our class. This was also the year they literally stuffed us with prunes do- nated to the cafeteria by the County Welfare Program. The teacher who was most favored was Mrs. Virginia Donnell who had the honor and privi- lege of teaching all these little angels for two consecutive years and some of them for three. Remember the year we invaded, conquered, and practically demolished the Cumberland Pres- byterian Church and completely overcame what was left of Miss Mildred Field's sweet disposi - tion? I never did find out whose pet monkey that was that caused Miss Mildred such excite - ment and consternation. Everyone w,s always having trouble telling the Caldwell twins apart said, WNow, which one of you is Sam and which is John?' One'twin, we'll his brother and said, 'Don't tell him, Sam.' Our first weeks of high school life were spent wandering around the someone who knew where our next class met. We were all scared stiff and One day some one say John, turned to halls trying to find for a while it looked as though our spirits were utterly beaten, broken, and defeated. W. B.'s threats did' nt help, either. But when we once got the lay of the land, we became our natural mischievous selves. After all, the only difference between grammar school and high school is that differ- ence between prunes and spaghetti. Mr. Harrell and Mrs. Huey were our suffering sponsors in our Freshman year. We cannot ever think of Mrs. Huey without recalling her lovely disposition and untiring effort in drill- ing ue when most people would agree she should have used balls and chains. And Uncle Elmer's nLittle orphan Annien, 'Old Mauden, and his other dramatic readings will live forever in our hearts. One thing for his classes, they were certainly never dull. He retired that summer. Estelle Egozi, our Cuban friend, soon learned that at times, Miss Johnnie means what she says. Our Sophomore year, when Mrs. Haun and Mrs. Donaldson were our sponsors, was spent al- most uneventfully. We were too old to be silly Freshmen and too young to take part in Junior activities so we spent most of our time initiating the poor Freshmen and making the teacher miserable. Miss Lundy can verify that lest statement. In ou Junior year, our institution underwent a change in management. Prof. L. S. Miles was ou keeper. He walked confidently in, squared his manly shoulders, adjusted the coat to his best suit, set his fedora at a jaunty angle, and took the bull by the horns. Our class soon won recognition as the only one in school that wouldn't co-operate. De- spite all the knock-down-drag-out meeting, we managed to sell magazine subscriptions and hold concessions at ball games for funds for our Junior-Senior Banquet. Poor Miss Bryant was al- most ready to lie down and die before this was over. Her most frequent phrase was, 'Give me strengthtn 28

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61088 roplzecy nEPos'r 'ro THE Pmorm' 'For he's a jolly good fellow' melted away and the beautiful strains of 'Alma Hater' took its place. Class Reunion!!! Here we were, all the members of the class of '48 returned from the four corners of the world to ll. H. S. I, the news-hound, note book in hand, decided to wander through the group and find outjust what each one had accomplished since graduation. Faithfully reproduced here below is my report On an improvised soap box in one corner of the hall was Billy Norris Joyner, Democratic candidate for President. Louily he was proclaiming the evils of the opposing parties and di- rectly to his right stood George Jennings, saying at correct intervals, Yes, Hr. Joyner, Correct, lr. Joyner , Indubitably, lr. Joyner. Having a sigh for old times I left this group. Iith a determined gleam in my eye, I drew near a large group of housewives busily discus- sing the daily routine of housework. They turned out to be Hrs. Joan Moore Pillow, Ure. Jean wilson Daniels, Irs. Bobbie Shepherd Cooke, llrs. Peggy ann Kerr, llrs. Sue Hastings Campbell, llrs. Hai Sisk Dedmon, and Hrs. Bobbie Connell Irby. Of course, some of these were llre. before school was out but a couple were late additions. Taking census of the dinner count was discovered Ailene Pugh, quite a success as a di - etitian. With her and conversing busily were llyla Sus Baird, Evelyn Stratton, Modean Rogers, llelba Sue Oliver. They seemed to be discussing their pupils, so I gathered that they had fol- lowed in the footsteps of llrs. I-Iam and become schoolteachers. Next I stumbled over Dr. llathilde Jackson, psychoanalyzing Arlie Glenney. Sure that this would prove interesting, I stuck around. However, Psychiatrist Jackson failed to make contact with Arlie's brain and was forced to conclude, 'Gadtt a perfect vaccuuntt' Her friend, the noted chemist, Nancy Burns, said, See, d1dn't I tell you so? why you ever - -, -, -2' 80 afraid of being involved in a family brawl, I wandered on. Spying will Jerry Pillow and Glynn Holt alone, I approached to see if I could glean any- thing of interest from these two. They were arguing Cas usual, over their incomes from their farms. Being gentlemen farmers must be nice but not having a green thumb, I soon drifted away. Ann Carter, Mildred Evans, and Mattie Sue Bramley next caught my eye. Talking with Jean Tomerlin, they made an interesting group. All efficient secretaries, one for a law firm and the three others for companies across the continent. .Tune lloore and Evelyn Carden, the head salespersons in the largest 5 and 1091 store in Americajoined the group so I moved on to green- er pastures. Suddenly Edwin 'Hoe' Hill and Sidney llcLemore rushed up to me, both shouting at me at the some t:Lme. Super-salesmen for rival companies. 'loo' had for a long time carried out his threat to be a hobo but finally he became ambitious. Before they left, I found I had purchased controlling interest in the Standard 011 Company and was the sole owner of the Brooklyn Bridge would anyone be willing to buy these items from met I guarantee I'm not trying for any profit lisa sara Jane Bryant, the superintendent of an extensive system of English schools in south america, was sitting for a portrait by the famous artist, the Runbrandt of the United States, Charles Chandler. Next in line for a sitting were Dr. Billy 8. Robertson, famous phy- sician, and Betty Sue Taylor, the world's champion woman athletic. Nothing new could be learnd here so I moved over to a group of men in the center of the hall. 30