Murphy High School - Mohian Yearbook (Mobile, AL)

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M II II PHY C A L E N D A R sun moil tue WE REMEMBER . . . Ruth and Inch. — usual c a in pus twosome . . . Charley Slaughter's bashful smile and clever cartoons . . . Photogenic seniors wait- ing their turns at studio .. . President T tie her's engaging smile and executive mariner. Simple Simon who went a- fishing for to catch a whale. . . . Barton's pretty secre- tary at Ha lion's historic desk. . . . Holding our breath when the acrobat came tumblin' down. .1 monitor's grimace when we slyly snapped her study- ing at the flag pole . . • fitterbugging at the Tecu Club (Heave, Bevl) Rae Crowe studying—once . . . Mr. Bridgewater—the man behind The Voice. Robert Ixc and his favorite blonde ... The Quiet or- derliness of Barton's Wel- fare Store. JO] M0)11 AN

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 Out of the summer s pleasant vacation time, Out oj the Ninth-month heat and the hurricane. . . From the myriad classroom experiences. . On the same day that the sun entered the sign of Libra, the Scales—that is to say, on Monday, Sep- tember 22—more than three thousand Mobile boys and girls streamed into Murphy to enroll for the 1947-1948 school year. Two postponements ac- counted for the unusually late opening date. The session had been scheduled to begin on September 8; and loyal Murphians, forsaking all hope of a miracle, had prepared reluctantly to exchange bathing suits for school togs, leisure for learning. Then the glori- ous news arrived! Necessary equipment hail been de- layed. We were to have ten more days of joyous vacation time—ten whole happy days of swimming, sailing, and sunning at the (Julf! And then came the hurricane, shattering windows, toppling trees, ripping off roofs, unnerving residents—and delaying school for three more days. Finally, however, classes began, with the usual back-to-Murphy bustle and routine. Once more we dutifully filled out the fa- miliar information cards—yellow, blue, orange, and white. The first days passed pleasantly as we greeted old friends and met new ones. Soon the first quarter was in full sway . . . We missed the “verdant freshmen,” who had been trans- ferred to Barton Academy, and noted that the sale of elevator tickets had considerably dwindled . . . On November 12 eighteen Student Council mem- bers with Miss Baxter and Miss Noel left by char- tered bus to attend the SCO A convention in Corpus Christi, Texas. They returned enthusiastic about the trip, excited over a visit to Mexico, and triumphant over securing the convention for Mobile in 1948 . . . MURPHY HI TIMES launched its annual cam- paign with another hilarious Jamboree starring mem- bers of the football team . . . MOHIAN staff mem- bers organized 771 seniors for their visits to the studio and sold their quota of twelve hundred an- nuals . . . We Seniors began to wear with ease the cloak of responsibility that to us as underclassmen had seemed so impressive and as juniors so enviable. We felt a challenge to add our bit to the tradition that is Murphy. We anticipated a year of varied achievements that would end in happy memories. Also anticipating a memorable final year at Murphy was Mr. J. W. C. Brown, beloved member of the faculty for twenty-three years, who was to retire at the close of 1947-1948. To a few Mr. Brown may he merely the quiet, kindly, handsomely - graying math teacher who has charge of the locker office. To most of us, who have been lucky enough to attend his classes or to assist him in the locker office, he is much more. He is, of course, an excellent teacher, making clear the mysteries of math to even the slowest students. He is also one of the kindest, most human persons we have ever known. His bright smile, his merry sense of humor, his weakness for bright (to put it mildly) ties, and his funny little habit of appropriately quoting witty lines of verse endear him to every- one. As our formal tribute we have- borrowed part of Mrs. Marie Foote’s excellent compliment to him in the M. E. A. News: “11c is at his best now. Tolerant, genial, liberal, sym- pathetic, he has captured into his soul real values—love of people, in- terest in world events, respect for God's laws and mysteries, the deep joys of home, and a delight in the beauties of nature . . . We salute Mr. J. W. C. Brown.”