Mineral Springs High School - Larenim Yearbook (Winston Salem, NC)

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CLASS HISTORY By Maxine Shouse As the fateful and long-looked-forward-to-day of nu! .. , V- A,-I. . 1-2 ' fa . . 1 A., x..-'if graduation draws nearer and nearer, we find, not the ' .Q we joy anticipated years ago from the title of senior, af' f , ' ' se . . . ffljfx ' .- Nix? but rather a mixture of feelings. There is a sadness Q. . fb '- 1,-47W at having to leave behind all of our many friends, ' ' Q ' 1' Y ,lui , . . . ,leg - f e' acquired in our twelve years of schooling. Also pre- ggsvj, ii- 4, fr' sent 15 the feeling of fear and awe at having to be A-A-113' ' . . - ,, ,, . . h s ' - on our own after graduation. Here in our carts, too, is a joy at having no more books, no more teacher's dirty looks. Yet each of these-sadness, fear, and joy-must be met bravely. In coming toward this memorable day, we place before us in full view all those treasured memories of precious days just p1lSt. Let's look back, on all as a whole-- Do you recall as vividly as I that first day of high school? There, thrown together, was a grand mixture of pupils from Mineral Springs No. 1, Mineral Springs No. 2 and Wliite Rock. There, at the high school, we were separated into distinct classes, best of friends separated, and all of us getting, in general, nowhere-except lost. Can you remember the barracks which were to be our school home for two years wihile the county decided on a place to set the new proposed high school? XVe had to do the best we could with the debris of the once famous Mineral Springs High School plus a few makeshift barracks, The only remains of the school were a mass of crumbled brick standing as a stark reminder of how much damage Fire can do.-Thus, we the Freshman Class of 1946, were des- tined to be among the many classes to begin our high school careers in the barracks. Then came summer vacation, which was entirely too short and we returned to SCl100l, to find most of us had upped another grade. XVC were sophomores now and really felt big. Looking back, we find ourselves in Mr. Robertson's biology class, dissecting grass- hoppers and taking oddles and odClles of notes. A few of us ventured into typing this year, but most of us were a little hesitant, and waited until our junior year. We really had loads and loads of fun at our Carnival that year, too. All the ball games were exciting, even more so, since we had a few of our own number taking part. This year, too, we got to go see the Freedom Train, and what a disappointed bunch of pupils we were as we only got to look at the outside of the train. XVe attended the Industrial Ex- position, with real honest to goodness bands and lots and lots of displays from prom- inent manufacturers in town. Ah yes! the weiner roast we had at Jean Carol Phelp's home was fun, with Mr. Robertson calling the square dances. We had our hopes soaring high when, one day, Mr. Robertson showed us, the biology class, the plans for a brand new building. Ours! After two years of the old barracks. Now we could look forward to a new building, which became a reality after a short vacation when, one day, in the year of 1948, everyone was called into the lunchroom and-everyone pinched everyone else to make sure we weren't dreaming, as we loaded onto buses and went, through drizzling rain, to the mirage building. lncluded was il new biology lab which was Mr. Robertson's pride and joy. Hugh, full length lockers added to the magnificence of the building.

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Then came graduation, and as the seniors marched clown the aisle, the junior mar- shals, Rebecca Ogburn, Diclg Tally, Doris Winebarger, and David Bowers accompanied them. We selected superlatives, too, for the first time. Those selected were prettiest, Margaret Hudspeth, best looking, A. C. Larrimoreg most conceited, Rebecca Ogburn and Dick Tallyg most popular, Barbara Saunders and David Bowersg best sport, Elaine Jessup and David Bowers, most original, Billie Wallace and Gene Cromer-Remenv ber the fun we had practicing those chapel programs and-oh! Here Comes Charlie which featured some of our own talented juniors. Alllof us had a chance in the junior play, Oh, Aunt Jerushaf' Then came that long awraited day, when the man from Herff-Jones came to measure us for our class rings. And the boys couldn't see why girls measured right hands and the boys left. But more important was the day they arrived. Many were the bright and corny cracks made to us and by us concerning them. After another all too short vacation, we returned to find us SENIORS, now, our last year of dear old high school and we were overjoyed. Though we were in a sense, Kings and Queens, it wasn't all we'd anticipated and looked forward to for such a long time. For instead of having a plush carpet rolled out to walk in on, we had only last year's headache. Then, the fun began and after much changing, schedules were finally straight- ened out as best they could be, and we settled down somewhat. New clubs galore were organized. The Y-Teen Club and the Teen-Age Organization, in which we joined with Gray, Hanes, and Reynolds, and had a Spring's Fever column edited in the Journal and Sentinel every Sunday morning. Many of our early sportsters were a bit disappointed when they were declared ineligible for football when the season rolled around. And so, ends the riotous history of the senior class of 1949-50. Maxine Shouse XVe, the senior class of 1949-50, fully realize that the teachers will be able to give a much more explicit history, but we humbly plead for you to forgive and forget all our misdemeanors, remember only the good things, though few, and wish each of us luck and happiness in the future. Thank you, each and every one, for all the guidance you've given us during our four highly formative years. XVe leave you, better and richer in knowledge by far than We were when we first met. Thank you again. Senior Class of 1949-50