Milner High School - Top Notcher Yearbook (Milner, GA)

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PHUPHEIIY Horrors, how I hate to go to the dentist! But, guess what? The last time I went was really a pleasure. I met every single one of my friends of high school days. You don't understand? W'ell, I guess it is a little bit difficult, at that. I have a very nice dentist, by the way, who always gives me gas, because I'm so scared. Well, this last time I had a dream, a gas,' dream I guess you'd call it. Goodness! I found myself at the Municipal Airport in Chicago. There I was all dressed up in furs and every- thing-really quite a lady. And I was about to tour the country in an airplane. I sat down and turned around to look at my fellow passenger. He flashed me a brilliant smile and looked at me as if he knew me. I was a little bashful and began looking at my magazine very fast. As we flew on'I really worried. I didn't know anything except my name and where I was going. In fact, I didn't even know the year. I ventured to ask my companion what the date was. He looked astonished and answered 1955. Then he said, Haven't I seen you somewhere before? Of course it was the same old line, but something in his voice caused me to look at him and then I cried, Why, Maurice Weldon! He was on his way to Russia to attend a con- ference of experimental dairy farmers. As we arrived in New York, I recognized as the pilot of the plane, W'endell Morgan. He made a good looking pilot, too. W'oo, Woo! I was feeling mussed up, and headed for the first beauty parlor I could find. There I saw Helen Russell and Margery Goggins, two of the best operators in their field. I walked out on the street, and was engulfed by a cheering crowd. A car rolled down the street and I strained to see. The famous, happy-go-lucky movie star, Virgil Bevil, was in town! Didn't I know him? Why, of course I did! It was Barron, our glamour boy of '45. Then I heard an awful noise. A Ere truck was coming in my direction at a terrihc speed. As it whizzed by I saw james Brown as the drivcr. Like all the crowd, I ran to the fire, as it was only a few blocks away, and there writing it up, was Imogene Ross, star reporter for the New York Timer. I'd seen enough of New York, so I caught the next plane out. I really didn't know where I was going, but I ended up in a quiet little town in Ohio, How Mitchell Abbott ever got there l'll never know, but there he was, a very prosperous merchant. Pauline Patrick also resided there. She was writing articles for a current magazine. I had a little legal business to attend to, so I went to the mayor's office. Who should be in the reception room but Mildred Shicrling. I asked her how she got way up there and she said the mayor was her husband. I had a surprise when I saw the mayor, for it was none other than Harold Conger, with a big cigar and plaid coat-a real politician. I was anxious to see more of my old friends, so at Salt Lake City I really did find one. None other than Evelyn Reeves. She told me that the physics she had learned at Old Milner High had led her to further study. Now she was working on a plan to convert thc salt in the water of the city into sugar. She still remembered rationing. 16 As we were walking down the street, we saw a handsgme naval oflicer coming toward us. People were crowding around him and as he came closer we saw that it was J. T. Becker, a famous hero. I took a plane straight to California. There I met Elise Lingold, about to begin her first motion picture. She was a wealthy debutante in the picture. From there I went to Mexico City on my way to South America. I hardly expected to meet anybody I knew-Billy Burch was the first one, because of his red hair. He was interviewing passengers from the street. Billy owns the whole Mexican Radio System and directs all the musical programs himself. Oradelle Bedsole, Reba Weldon, and Helen Conley were talent scouts for him and had just left for Cuba on the trail of a new rumba band. Exciting South America!! I wanted to see all the sights. I saw some of the great bridges that Hugh Turner had built. He was a famous engineer. Colleen Piper was in the oice at the airport where I got my ticket home. She was having a wonderful time in South America, and spoke Spanish faster than lightning. At last I was on my way home. I hadn't realized it before but I was awfully homesick. I had a headache and called for the stewardess on the plane, and it was Retha Nell Cain. She said that Emma Lee Clark, a teacher in the Miami school system, was going to meet her when we reached Miami. Luck was with me, for when I got to jacksonville I saw Katherine Thornton in one of the biggest hotels there. She was the hostess and she looked very happy and successful. Frances Martin had a room next to mine. She was dressed in the uniform of the XY'aves, She said that after school she had joined and had liked it so much that she just stayed in the service. On the streets of jacksonville I met J. H. Martin. He said he had a surprise for me, and took me out to the beach. There I saw R. L. Blackwell, Billy Johnston, Z. L. Griffin, and Edwood Piper. They owned their own line of fishing boats and were taking life easy. H. was the con- tact man because all the others were experienced in navai affairs. I decided to come the rest of the way by train. I'd had enough of airplanes. I was surprised when the conductor came through for it was none other than Vernon Reeves. On the train was Elwood Tingle. He was a traveling salesman for Dobb's Hats. In Savannah I met Frances Crawford. She said she was working with Dorothy Conkle in Norfolk, Virginia, in their own dress designing establishment. She was having a wonderful time, she told me that Mr. Swolford was re- ligious educational director for the Southeastern States with headquarters in Richmond. Heavens! I'd been dreaming! I was just in the dentist's office and he'd finished pulling a tooth, and I was ready to go home. I said to myself, Oh well, Patsy, old girl, it was a beautiful DREAM, anyway. PATSY CRAWLEY

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HISTIIHY UF THE CLASS IJF'1l5 On September first, nineteen hundred and forty-one, the team, Seventh Grade, ran onto the court. There were forty-five of us who strained our ears to hear the gong which would mean we had begun our first quarter of high school. How nervous we were! The upperclassmen looked down their noses at us from their places in the grand- stands. What an awful time we had getting our subjects and classes straightened out! Miss Reba Mangham directed the ugamen and Mr. H. C. Thomas was the ucoachf' During that year we visited Griffin to see the many points of interest there. Then the gong. sounded and one goal had been made. We all had become S0phs. In September, nineteen hundred and forty-two, we again ran onto the court and this year we had just a little more courage than we had at the beginning of the high school game, Many of our classmates did not return for this quarter and our team was broken down to thirty-four players. Mrs. Florence Brewster called the plays for us that year and Mr. A. H. Shuler held the position as coach.,' During this quarter we lost Z. L. Griffin to the U. S. Navy. Our team,' had become a little more dignified and this was rather a quiet year. The half was finished and another goal had been made. We were now Juniors. After having three months time out we entered the tenth grade. Miss Elmina McKneely directed us that quarter. Billy Burch and Doris Buice reentered our class. They had left us in the eighth grade. We also lost several players that year. Among them was Aldean Russell, Mary English, Carol Ackis, and Charles Jones. During that year we entertained the seniors with a Junior-Senior Banquet. Before we knew what had happened the third quarter was over and another goal made. We were now eligible for the Senior team. In September, nineteen hundred and forty-four, we ran onto the court for our last quarter. We had several additions to our class: Rev. Paul Swofford, james Brown from Spalding, Helen Conley and Pauline Patrick from Thomaston all entered our class. Miss Ora Lee Howard called the plays,' this time and Mr. A. H. Shuler still remained as our coach. It was a happy quarter but also because we knew it would be our last here at Milner High. This year we had many highlights. We were working on the first edition of the TOP NOTCHER, Milner's yearbook, and our class also held down the responsibility of the school paper, The Piper. We had fun collecting advertisements for both. We all had wonderful times during the last days here at Old M. H. S. NVe had Kid's Day, worked hard on the senior play, and the juniors gave us a banquet. Vfe ordered our caps and gowns, invitations and cards, and then the day came when we first dressed up in all our graduation finery! On Sunday, May 13, the baccalaureate sermon was delivered by Rev. J. H. Cook. Then at last, the goal we had been striving so hard to reach was made. There, in the auditorium of the dear old school house which meant so much to us, we received our diplomas which was the final goal for us as a Steam. Mr. M. D. Collins, Georgia State School Superintendent, delivered our graduation speech. So, on May 18, 1945, we walked off the court, victorious and happy, with each player going his own way into the uncer- tain future. We knew it was up to us to help make the future certain for the genera- tions to come. IM OGENE Ross Hisioriun 15

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