Montevallo High School - Montala Yearbook (Montevallo, AL)

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HI-LIGHTS When February rolled around we became interested in a play, The State of the Union , billed for the Temple Theater in Birmingham for the nineteenth. Posthaste we brought money to cover the cost of tickets, chartered a bus, and at six o'clock on the night of the 19th, were lined up to get on the bus. The play was very good and we all enjoyed it thoroughly. March winds blew gustily and school began to air out a bit. It was time for the Spotlight Car- nival. The Senior Class, no less than every other group, put on its thinking cap. Ha, we found it! A gypsy caravan--fortune telling, palm reading. It all worked out like a puzzle. For the parade our ingenious boys constructed a mar- velous covered wagon. The treat of the whole parade was the horse power in the form of senior boys pulling the wagon. Many a chuckle passed through the spectators as it slowly made its way down the street. We were puffed with pride when it won the prize for the best float. Time marches on! We were on the night of March tenth just four days before the Senior play. Wild Oranges became, that last week, a subject causing both pain and excitement. For four long weeks we had rehearsed tirelessly but the last one found us not quite ready. Dress rehearsal! The very name frightened us into fits. To- morrow night is the real thing! In spite of our fears the whole thing went off with a bang. We got a big ovation and a tender part of our senior year passed into history. We were entertained royally on the night of the twenty-first of March by the Juniors. The sumptuous banquet consisted of baked chicken, potato salad, iced tea, hot rolls, mixed pickles, and block ice cream. When we entered the audit- orium our mouths gaped and eyes popped at the Spanish decorations, grey moss and balconies hung with gayly colored sombreros and serapes. All this plus a grand dance band made the evening a memorable one. Since we have not reached the day of graduation which ends our high school days once and for all, we shall close our eyes and try to imagine the day..... Commencement day dawned bright and sunny. At 10 o'clock we were all lined up in front of the auditorium in cap and gown waiting for the first bars of the process-— ional. Settled in our seats on stage, we began the program. Soft music, chorus of voices-- Members of the Senior Class --- diplomas--the recessional. We were grad- uated from high school! a

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SENIOR Our last eventful year of high school started on a hot fall day, the sixth of September, 1946. Those of us in walking distance of the school arrived bright and early. The halls rang with greetings from old friends and registra- tion was in full swing. The next week found us hard at work mapping out our plans for the year. School seemed rather odd to most of us, having divorced ourselves from all work during the summer. Selling magazines was our first venture of the year. A representative from a publishing firm fed us such glowing tales of the successful venture of other schools that we went forth full of zeal. Our ardor was slightly dampened when citizens of the town ex- plained, all too many times, that other enthusiastic agents had preceded us. This experiment in salesman- ship ended the third week with a barn dance given to the winning team by the losing one. It was a whop- ping success and everybody had a great time. As the autumn season matured and ripened, we turned our thoughts to Thanksgiving. We began preparations for a program to be presented in assembly on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. With much de- liberation the theme Thanks for What was decided upon. Wednesday came and with it the program went off beautifully. Skipping a few weeks' time, we now found ourselves in the midst of Christmastide. Decorations went up over the entire school. Strains of old familiar carols were wafted up the stairs from the music room. This season we were to participate in a big Christmas party on the Friday that school was released for the holidays. For our stunt we said in chorus a charming and very true-to-live little poem called The Night After Christmas. The first activities of the new year concerned the yearbook. Representatives from the Senior Class set out eagerly to sell ads to unsuspecting storekeepers. These important items would contribute greatly to the finan- cial aid of the annual. 26

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peter OE of Ye who depart from this atmosphere of studiousness, where we have slaved and labored, do leave with deepest sorrow. We, being of sound mind and body, without assistance from any psychiatrist, do make, declare, and publish this our last will and testament. To the faculty we give our sincere appreciation for their kind ness and understanding through all our years of schooling. To the entire Junior Class we leave all our troubles and sor- rows, the restless, sleepless nights of worrying over our problems as Seniors and, most of all, the proud feeling of being a Senior. Virginia Holcombe wills her mythology notes and patience for writing and receiving letters to Betty Ann Frost. Jean Davidson wills to Pauline Smitherman and Jimmie Yessick her good records in Home Economics. Doris Pickett wills her giggles to Billie Jean Wallace and Ruth Sellers. Virginia Eddings and Nell Lawrence leave behind their interest in history to Betty Joyce Smith and Lillie B. Johnson. Jerry Anthony leaves her radiant smile to Betty Ingran. Sam Hale, with a sigh, wills to Johnnie Litton his ability to croon. Alvin Harrell wills to Edna Boothe his job as bus driver. Dot Baumgartner and Jerry Crump will their ability to make excuses and get out of class to Zlise Calhoun and Jerry Farlow. (Make use of them, girls.) Winifred Black wills her English accent to Melvin Klotzman. Bertha McGiboney wills her ability to play basketball to John Davis. Dean Stewart and H. C. Woolley leave behind their Smooth dancing to Myrtis Blalock and Yvonne Horton. ¢; 28